Good to be bad .

Chapter 3

Our english teacher appears suddenly already 10 minutes late for the lesson.
How unprofessional of her , she sighs heavily and looks our way thru gritted teeth .

Oh no please don't make me do the whole introduction think .

"Legs off the table Malik you tosser" she snaps and i sigh a breath of relief .

But should she take to pupils like that?

Zayn removes his legs from table reluctantly and plants them on the floor before slouching Back in his chair .

Zayn Malik ? I test the words in my head .

Malik isn't a very English surname .
But then again he looks like he has an Ethnic background .
I guess that's something we have in common .

As class starts I keep my eyes on my books and away from the trouble makers beside me who are purposely trying and disrupt the class ..

I rearrange my pens on the desk and straighten my book because I'm bored.
I have done this lesson before and the civil war bores me . I don't like history to be honest and I don't know why I just didn't take home Ec Instead .

My eyes wander discreetly to Zayn who absentmindedly fiddles with his pen in his mouth while gazing out the window at nothing in particular ..
I take a minute to study his array of tattoos .
He's has a lot for a boy of his age ..

I wonder what they mean ?

I glance at Harry on my left who Is scribbling on his book writing his name over and over again in different fonts .

He's must be bored too .

"So what's your name .. You still haven't told me ?" Harry whispers cheekily and I raise my brow at him.

"Always so curious ?" I tease .

"Always so mysterious ?" he asks with a smile before suddenly The bell rings for lunch .

I gather my things quickly popping them back into my bag .

"Join us for lunch ? " Harry asks cheekily and Zayn throws him a dirty look .

"I'm meeting my sister in the cafeteria for lunch but thanks " I reply offering him a small smile .

"Your sister goes to school here too ?" he asks in surprise raising his eye brows at me .

"Yeah , she's in my year " I reply .

"Twins ? You are the one who bumped into Zayn this morning " he asks raising a brow at me .

"Not twins and he bumped into me " I reply matter of factly throwing my bag over my shoulder .

Harry looks confused .

"But -

"Zayn you never called me back ?" a girl with short mousy brown suddenly shouts across the room bravely and darts her eyes towards me .

Why would you want to class to know your business ? ..

Zayn and Harry exchange a sly look at each other before she calls him again as she makes her way towards us .

"Code red, lets ditch "Zayn says hurriedly and Harry grabs my Wrist pulling me from the class room and out into the hall almost making me fall over myself .

"What's a code red ?" I ask curiously straightening myself up and Harry is already scuffing with a red haired boy playfully in the hall oblivious to my question .

Suddenly Zayn moves forward with a dark glint in his eyes and i move backwards until my back hits the lockers behind me .
He's cornering me in ..
His inked arm hand lays just above my head and he smirks down at me slyly ,
His brown eyes forcing them selfs on me .