Love & Hate and Friends & Lovers (Zouis/Larry)

13. Zayn

Just when I’m about to walk out of the door, Principal Lens says: “I’m glad you worked things out with Zayn Malik.” A small smile plays across his face.

I feel myself blush. Not very long ago I sat at his office because I got in a huge fight with Zayn. Now he most likely saw me kissing this same boy! He is probably just as amazed as I am.

“Thank you Principal Lens.” I say politely and walk out of his office.

I walk to the corner and bump into someone. “Ouch.” I mumble.

“Sorry.” An all too familiar, beautiful voice says.

I smile. “You waited?” 

He shrugs, as if it is just something casual. “How was it?”

“It was alright, but he kept talking about my grades. He said that he understands how it is to be a teenager and blah blah, but he kept emphasizing on the fact that this is my last year and that within a couple of months I’ll have my final exams.”

“What about your grades?”

“Let’s just say that if I make it-“

“If you make it?” He interrupts me astonished.

“Yes it’s no big deal.” I say indifferent. I really don’t care about my grades, about school. Okay, I really want to make this year, but that is just so that I can get away from this awful place. Other than that, I really don’t care.

“Yes it is.” He says with a serious face.

He looks extremely cute and handsome as he raises his eyebrows and looks at me intensely. He really seems to care about me, or at least about my grades.

“Okay, okay it is. I’ll be careful.” I say just so I can shut him up. He is very talkative today.

“And what about Matt?”

I look at him with a puzzled look. “You ask a lot of questions.”

He chuckles softly and slightly nervously. “Yeah, can’t help myself.”

That makes me smile. “Principal Lens only gave me a warning, luckily.”

“Good.” He nods and he looks at me again. He looks nervous and he even chews the inside of his cheek.

I can understand that, a lot has happened in a few hours. I’m still confused as well. What happened and above all; what will happen now?

“Maybe we can talk after school? My place?” I propose. We really need to talk.

He nods. “Yeah we should. To class I assume?”

We walk to our class in complete silence. I don’t dare to hold his hand or touch him. I really don’t know what we are right now and I don’t want to make a fool out of myself by doing something he might not want.

As we enter the classroom, I go to my usual spot. Although we basically just ‘made things up’ that doesn’t necessarily mean things at school will change. Or at least that is what I think until Zayn sits down beside me.

“Hey.” He whispers as he leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek. A shudder rushes through my body and I feel like my skin is on fire, just by such a simple kiss on my cheek.

I hear a few gasps around me. When I look up almost everyone is staring at us with wide eyes. They look completely flabbergasted, amazed and some even what it seems disgusted.

Everyone is silent. Dead-silence. Even the teacher is staring at us. All eyes (apart from the few unbothered students who are practically glued to their phones) are on me and Zayn.