𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 ➥ 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄

what?

I walked to my locker with Jade by my side. I was glad to cal her my friend, and to even have a friend to hang out with.

"So are you nervous?"

"About?" I asked a little confused. I shifted my books that were in my hand as I looked over to the small brunette next to me. She was carefully applying lipstick to her perfectly plump lips. I was grateful to have a friend like her, she was just like my old best friend, Cher. Jade reminded me of her. Both boy magnets, both brown-haired, both beautiful.

"The big showcase, silly! It's tonight. And guess who'll be there?" Jade smirked. Oh I know that smirk goddamn well.

"Who?" I say playing along. I didn't want her to say Zayn. I liked him, a lot, but I didn't want to accept the fact that I liked a douchebag. Everyone told me stories about him, everyone told me that he was a bully and I had enough of those in my life. I didn't want to believe that Zayn was a bad guy, but it made sense. Popular, sickeningly sexy, and dating the most popular girl in our school.

"Zayn Malik!" She sighed, "your pop-star hottie!" I rolled my eyes at her response. I didn't like her answer. My heart fluttered a little at the mention of Zayn's name. I was flattered that people said he liked a girl like me, but at the same time I hated it. People would dislike me for hearing a rumor like that. Zayn liking a girl he just met? How slutty could she possibly be?

"Oh my bloody god Jade. Shut up." I growled and she soon got the message that I was displeased. She shrugged it off and I wish I hadn't had the angry tone in my voice that I did.

"We'll see how that turns out." She placed an hand on my arm as she finally finished touching up on her makeup. She was already beautiful, I don't see why she would want to cover it up. I smiled over at her and she shot me one too.

We walked to history and parted our ways into our seats. Zayn wasn't here yet. The bell had rung to start off the day and still no sight of Zayn. I wanted to talk to him, how I longed to hear his voice.

"Settle down children. This is not a madhouse." and with that the whole room went silent and we started reading and writing about our topic.

BOOM

The door slammed open and here comes the queen and king making out. I hated what I was seeing. I was so jealous of Gigi! She was able to kiss Zayn whenever she pleases and able to hug him in public. I felt a stab in my heart as Zayn's hands travelled down to trap Gigi's bum. Their lips were tangled with each other's and I was utterly disgusted. It was school for goodness sakes.

The teacher brought them to the office and the whole class started bursting with laughter. I chuckled but then I realized that I wanted to be Gigi. I wanted to be able to date Zayn.

Everyone started making rumors that they 'couldn't get enough of it in the janitors closet'. I laughed, sure, but it was painful. I wanted to go along as if nothing happened but I couldn't. I couldn't unsee what I had just witnessed. I was further down the line of envy than I was angry. I felt my blood boil every second I thought of Gigi with Zayn.

I tried my best to hide it but I just wanted to tell someone about my feelings. I wanted to confess to Jade but I was afraid that she would belittle me. But this crush would go away right?

"Settle down! Everyone in their seats." Our teaches scolded so Jade and a few others got into their seats. I hoped that Zayn would come back. I needed to talk to him, I would use the essay we were doing as an excuse to start up a conversation.

A few minutes flew by and I carelessly was half down with our essay already. I couldn't focus, I just typed whatever without even double checking, which wasn't like me at all. Zayn has me knocked off of my priorities.

It's 15 minuets until the end of class and everyone laid back while I was listening to music. I to just sleep this whole day off and drown in relaxation.

Zayn and Gigi walk in their hands still all over each other. Great timing.

*

Me and the boys just decided to do whatever comes to mind and we're doing about World War 2. It was the easiest thing even if we already learned this in 8th grade. But our teacher didn't really care at this point. It was only the first week, she cut us some slack. That's an excuse to not care, right?

Zayn comes in with a giggling Gigi and their hands roaming everywhere of each other's bodies. I thought about Perrie and how this must be killing her. I didn't really know her but I could tell that she likes Zayn and Zayn likes her.

He came to sit with us and Gigi sit with Zach since she partnered up with him. Anyone could tell Zach and Gigi were hooking up behind Zayn's back but he always saw through it. It was only high school, it wasn't like they were in love so no one said anything about it.

"Dude, were you high or something?" Louis asked. Niall started chuckling and pointing at Zayn. Niall laughs at everything but this particular situation just set him off of his edge.

"Gigi must've put something in my coffee or shit. Did Perrie see this?" Zayn rubbed his head. We could tell that Zayn was confused at what happened for the most part.

"Oh trust me Zayn, EVERYONE saw this."

"Shit shit shit shit!" Zayn panicked and looked over at Perrie who was sitting in her seat with headphones in and typing away on her computer.

"Awww is Zayn upset because his new girlfriend won't like him for getting high and shit?" The curly haired lad teased Zayn who was upset.

"Shut up Harry."

"Look Zayn. Just dump Gigi, change your image, and ask fucking Perrie out!" Niall assured him a bit too loud and that causes stares from Perrie's friends.

Zayn forgot that he sits next to Perrie so he filled the empty seat beside her.

*

"Oh Zayn. I'm working on the essay." Her cheeks flushing with a fading pink.

"You mean we, right?" I asked her. Damn it she already thinks I'm a slack off. Fuck Zayn.

"Yeah. Sorry." She put on her headphones and started doing research while she left me here doing nothing. "Zayn, you could really take some notes on your laptop."

"Oh right, sorry Per."

The bell had rung and next up, Music Class.