The Fighter - Zayn Malik Featuring

Him

TWO MONTHS LATER

"Skye, since you are SO enthusiastic these days, I have assigned you a spot in this year's Dance Spectacular as Cherila and you will be rehearsing in the auditorium during break and after school." Miss Hattwell said as I groaned. I stood on stage as she handed out more places.

"I have seen you dance, don't groan." She threatened.

How did I even get into this mess? I remember being in the library and being dragged out by Miss Hattwell who said I needed more 'liveliness' inside me. I now had the main role as Cherila in the dance this year. If only Amelia was here. She would know how to get me out of this mess. I knew I could dance. Azure and I used to be top dancers. But that was hip hop. I had no idea what this was.

Lights shone in every direction. I was wearing my short cream top and black genie pants. I let out my bronze hair, now almost grown down mid elbow. Miss Hattwell, who unfortunately was also my Arts teacher, instructed us into our positions. She went through the dance structure and choreography. It was a complex Fantasy Dance of a girl named Cherila who is to be arrange-married to a wolf. She then falls in love with a man but the wolf eventually takes Cherila away and the dance is to signify the pain of forbidden love between Cherila and the man. 

I smirked as I read the instructions. These people thought forbidden love was painful? What did these people know of pain? Of loss? Of losing loved ones? What did they know?

If I wasn't forced, I would neglect the place. I had grown stronger though. People stopped whispering on the bus and I managed to answer questions in class. I was stronger and less fragile. But that didn't mean I was complete. That didn't mean I was happy.

"Cherila and Benjamin are forcefully seperated, Zayn you are playing Benjamin, so express your love and desire for Cherila during the dance. Keep your eyes on her."

Zayn entered the room in a rush, and jumped beside me onto the stage. Great, I thought. Just great.

"Hey," He muttered.

"Hi, Newbie?" I asked.

"Yep, had to come down here to 'socialise' with other students. But it isn't that bad, not a bad school." He mumbled.

"Lets begin!" Miss Hattwell instructed.

I couldn't restrain from noticing that Zayn had a muscly figure and his hair was always in place. We went through the dance, it was tiring. He lifted me into the air easily by my hips and twirled me around him. My hair flew wildly and we quickened our pace when the music did. It was for the  sophisticated finale. 

I twirled around, spun in the air and flipped back, kicking the air with a pointed toe. I took a quick run up and leapt into the air, caught expertly by Zayn. I did it again for the second round. I lost my pace with the music as Zayn stumbled for me quickly. I lost my elegance and let out a little yelp as he glided for me. I was suspended in the air for a fraction of a second before falling. Zayn caught me but lost his grip and we toppled on eachother. For seconds we lay quietly over eachother. Miss Hattwell watched in shock from the distance.

And then we burst out laughing.

"Alrightie get up...that's enough for today but I expect you to rehearse after school tomorrow. The production is only a month away."

"Sorry, I completely lost my pace." I tried to smile, but it had been so long since I even tried. He laughed.

"No worries... Your number?" He asked, holding out his phone.

I stood blankly for seconds.

"Uhh...We need to arrange rehearsing times." His eyes seemed to smile.

"Oh, right." I recovered. 

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I sat on the bench in the morning, pleading that the bell would ring for homeroom. But of-course, it didn't.

I sat alone, hugging myself from the nipping frigid mist, my hair whipping in the rough wind.

"Cold, huh?" Zayn sat opposite me on the bench. 

"Yeah..." He was so close I could feel his warm breath.

"You know, you look so familiar... I think I saw you go jogging with a dog ages ago." Zayn looked straight at my eyes.

"Wishleburg?" 

"Yeah! It was you wasn't it?"

"Yeah...almost two months ago."

"Why don't you jog anymore?" He asked curiously.

"Well...after my dog died it seemed pointless."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Nah, it's fine." I looked away. Why would a stranger care for me?

"People tell me about you." He mumbled, his voice melting my heart.

My eyes snapped toward him, only inches away. I gulped.

"They say that you went through heaps." He muttered.

"That a girl from this school died last Summer, that you almost committed suicide."

He looked meaningfully at me, innocently. I was speechless. Seriously? GOSSIP?

Seconds passed. The bell rang. I grabbed my bag and left.

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