In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

forty || Rumor has it

2 days later
18th of December, 2017
Monday morning
10.03am
Rose Valley High

Two days passed by since the fire and it has been the talk of the town. There were multiple rumors going around the school, students – including the teachers – were talking about what happened Saturday night. Most of the rumors were about Zayn. For some reason someone sparked it up and mentioned that he was the one who started it after probably Andy or Liam have told their friends about it. So of course, rumors like that would go around their school – especially in a small town like Stowe.

Zayn has been receiving a lot of nasty looks, even more than before. People were constantly whispering as he would pass by, making his self-esteem even sink lower than it already was. He hated it. Why was he dragged into this? He didn't even do anything wrong. He knew it was Andy since he was the last one to stay behind in the shop, but who would believe a gay loser like him? And most importantly, why would Andy do that to his own best friend? He was confused and hurt.

Liam hasn't spoken to him ever since his confrontation on Saturday and frankly he's been noticing how he was getting out of his way, which hurt even more. Considering that he was pregnant and still hadn't told Liam about their child made it ten times worse than it already was.

Zayn was currently sitting in his English class, taking notes and listening to Miss Pinnock talk about Shakespeare since that was their current topic before Christmas break. He couldn't really concentrate since his mind kept wandering away from school work and more like doubting everything that has been happening.

"Did you hear about what happened on Saturday?"

"Can't believe Zayn would pull something like that."

"Talk about another level of a cry for attention."

"He's a psychopath I swear."

"Disgusting."

"Pathetic, if you ask me."

The boy pursed his lips as he listened to the cheerleaders talk behind them, making him sink a little more in his seat. He could feel his eyes water and on top of that he felt really nauseous, as if he was about to hurl his entire breakfast out. Zayn inhaled a deep breath, his grip tightening around his pen before he finally rose his hand, realizing he couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, Mister Malik?"

Everyone turned around to look at him, Zayn swallowing the thick lump in his throat at everyone's eyes. "C- could- could I maybe go to the rest- restrooms?" He stuttered shyly, fidgeting his eyes to try and avoid any sort of eye contact with anyone.

"Sure." Miss Pinnock nodded and grabbed one of the hallway passes, watching as the boy quickly scurried towards her. He grabbed the pass, mouthing a thank you and exited the classroom without looking back, hearing one of the guys cough a loud loser before the door closed. He sighed with a frown forming on his lips, shaking his head and making his way down the empty hallway with his head hung low.

His stomach began to churn for the third time this morning, knowing damn well that he was about to throw up. Zayn jogged towards the boys restrooms and pushed the door open, escaping into one of the stalls and kneeled over the toilet. He threw up his breakfast yet again, pressing his palms up against the wall as tried balancing himself over the bowl.

Suddenly, he could hear the door to the restrooms open and he spat the remaining puke out, turning a little and closing the stall quietly. He locked it and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. As Zayn closed his eyes, he could hear two familiar voices coming from the front, making him narrow his brows a little.