The New Kid (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

(A/N):

Okay so I'm back and I'm kind of been in a bit of a really long writers block. Plus, I'm kind of thinking that you guys aren't liking the book anymore bc you've stopped reading as much. I'm not complaining but I've lost a bit of my mojo. Idk guys I'm going to continue this book bc some exciting stuff is about to start happening...so keep reading to find out what's gonna happen 😏

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Chapter 16

I woke up to my alarm. It's exceptionally cold in my room when I wake up. I slide on my slippers and hop in the shower.

When I get out if the shower I check my phone. It's blowing up with about 5 messages per second. Someone added me to a group chat and obviously they're chatting.

*Party's gonna b sick*

*ikr*

*Is Nate gonna come to school 2day?*

*idk he said that he might not*

*yeah*

*yeah*

All these messages and more in about 10 seconds. I ignore the buzz of my phone while I try to pick out my clothes.

I decide on a mint green v-neck shirt with a pocket, some sweatpants, and my Uggs. I put on a jacket and head downstairs to eat breakfast.

After I eat and brush my teeth and I get another text. It's from Zayn of all people.

*Hey*

*Hey*

*whats up?*

*gettin ready to leave to go to the park*

*by the school?*

*yeah*

*by yourself?*

*yeah...*

*why so early?*

School doesn't start until 8:35. It's only 7:57.

*i go there to clear my head and just relax usually. I'm weird like that*

*oh okay*

*yeah*

A few seconds pass before he responds,

*can I come?*

It takes me a second to think about it. I want to say no, but I also want to say yes. The park is a place for mainly me, but Nate comes sometimes, too. It's our park and I don't want to ruin that.

*umm...sure Zayn*

*u sure?*

*uh yeah*

*k be there in 5*

I walk to the park and I immediately see Zayn. He looks up at me and waves. I wave back and I walk over to the bench he's sitting on.

I can't help but stare at him. He's so beautiful. The way his shirt hugs his biceps just the right amount. And the way his jeans are always tight with a rip in the knee and the way they're so simple, yet they're so intricate.

Stop it Jade!

I'm snapped out of my slight daydream as I hear someone snapping their fingers. It's Zayn.

"Did you hear me?" I shake my head and he repeats himself.

"How are you?" He smiles his mesmerizing smile and I can't help but stare at him then dart my eyes away.