Mr. Malik: The Physics teacher

Chapter 11

Zayn's POV:

(A/N) Surprise surprise!!! Enjoy it, my peeps. ILYSM!!
And a picture of what Mia actually looks like!!!

hahhaha JUST KIDDING! LOL

Mia's POV:

What the actual fuck?

I have to go to detention?! In my entire history of schooling, I have never even gotten a B and NOW I'M IN DETENTION?!

It's all because of that asshole Mr. Malik! How dare he? HOW DARE HE?

Firstly, I don't know what I've dome to him. I'm not even a bad student! I make perfect grades on his tests, quizzes and heck, even labs! UHHHH WHYY ME? I don't understand why he can't leave me alone!!!

But I had to suck it up, and now here I was outside room 315- Detention.

I walked in, or rather barged in because detention had already started. Mr. Malik was in front of the room, grading papers, I assume.

I walked past his desk and he looked up. I glared at him and he gave me his world famous smirk. I found a seat near the window and decided to complete my homework.

"Okay guys." A voice interrupted me from my work.

I looked up to see Mr. Malik standing in front of the room, hands folded across his chest. I also noticed that Mr. Styles had entered the room, followed by the same blonde woman I had bumped into earlier. She gave me a nasty stare as I looked at her.

Feelings are mutual, bitch. I thought as she turned her gaze to Mr. Malik.

"So, I've decided that detention is no place for you guys."

Wait what? I looked around the room and saw that every single of the kids in the room had excelled in some way or the other. Some were athletes, some mathletes, I think I even saw some chorus people.

"As you all can see, you guys are the stars of the school. I purposefully gave you all detention because all of you have something in common-and that is, talent."

"So, me and Mr. Styles have decided to enter you all into a competition, that several schools compete in. This competition will begin in a few weeks, and it will require tremendous effort from you all. Of course, it will not affect your schoolwork. We will train on the weekends; I have already spoken to all of your parents and guardians and I assure you that they are okay with it."

Whoa, give me a sec. WHAT IS GOING ON?

As if to answer my question, Mr. Styles spoke up, "There will be 7 categories in this competition- academics, sports, music, art, dance, acrobatics and illusionists. You all have been assorted into 1 category at least but you may enter into more than one category if you want to. No more than 3, please."

He continued, pointing at the blonde woman, "This is Abigail James, you can call her Ms. James. She will be assisting us in the dance and acrobatics section. I will be handing the illusionists and sports. Lastly, I will also help out with music sections with Mr. Malik who will handle the academics, music and art sections."

Mr. Malik smirked at all of us, and some of the girls giggled. Such dumb-heads!

"Right now, I want you all to look at this sheet of paper, find your name and your assorted category. Then, I want you to stand in groups, based on your category and we'll take off from there."

Everybody crowded the tiny sheet of paper, while I stood back, watching everybody rush and struggle to reach it. Mr. Styles came up to me and said, "Why, don't you want to know your category, Mia?"