English Class

2 - (The Zayn guy)

"It's so embarrassing." I mumble to nobody but myself. Whatever happened an hour ago was embarrassing and humiliating.

Mom's reaction? she made fun of me.

For bumping into the old man who happens to own a car similar to hers and the main thing, for pranking me about the whole uni-uniform matter.

I quickly changed into a lilac knee-length dress trying to look descent for the first day's sake. I didn't want anyone else to comment on my grey long dress.

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I approach the gates, there's a security guard with his fingertips sliding across his phone's screen and the familiar tone indicates that it's Candy Crush.

My subconscious decides to interrupt his fun. "Good morning," I innocently smile.

"Good morning miss." He greets back, shoving his phone into his jacket's pocket, a genuine smile along with it.

Through the gates, I pass to the new world and blink severely when my eyes process the surrounding. It's a must to have a tour. Now.

This place looks greater in person than in brochures and online.

I'm impressed. Wow!

The buildings are ingenious, making my heart's beat accelerate. Hundreds of flowers, trees, flowers and peacefully-looking ancient elegant statues take my breath away. There are even water squirts and pools, not for swimming for sure.

Here we are, with a new start. I smile at the thoughts of what will happen in this place the next years.

Nonchalantly, I walk past a ginger-headed man, not daring to give him a look. My fancy imagination about future is stopped immediately when I hear his voice, "you're late."

Turning around to him, I notice that he's in his mid-forties. He's dressed in a sleek black suit, along with glasses.

I try to swallow the heavy lump as I walk towards him, but it seems insoluble. "Sorry sir." I smatter, shaking mentally in fear. "it's my first day here - therefore I know nothing and I kind of got lost." I explain, lying about the last bits. sometimes lying to save yourself isn't a bad thing if it wont harm.

His face softens and suddenly he's changed into a bottle of honey. "Welcome to USC," he smiles. "you better get going so you wont miss classes."

"Thank you sir." I fight a smile back to the bipolar man, but realization hit me, being my remind, I actually know nothing here. "er-um, would you please tell me where is section A1A5?"

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Finally, my eyes dart to a blonde woman dressed in a long-sleeved brown dress, her hair is in a near bun with Asian bangs. I assume it's mrs. Ashton.

In a heart beat, I clear my throat earning her attention, "um.. mrs, Ashton?" my eyes look everywhere but her since I have got an awkward feeling having eye contact with someone, specially the other gender.

"Yes sweety." She's got a high pitched voice. Great! "I believe you're Alex since everybody is here but you and him."

What does she mean by him? Whatever!

"You may come in." She motions, and I enter her class. There are a lot of student, probably waiting for the lesson to end before it even starts.

Searching quickly for a seat, there are two empty places in the third row. I walk past the students who have all of their eyes on me.

It feels as if I had killed someone, that's what I have in mind since secondary for being late.

I sit next to a pretty brunette with dark wooden eyes who's dressed in a red skirt and a white buttoned shirt.

She smiles, reaching her hands for mine, "hi I'm Jazzmen." I think she's lovely and friendly.

My hand shakes hers, "hey I'm Alex." I give her a weak smile," you t-"

The door sharply opens, causing a creak and cutting me off, Mrs. Ashton as well. Her eyes are wide open in disbelief as she stares at the guy who enters causally.

He's brave. Olala!

I think that's what she meant by 'him'. He's handsome yet beautifully intimidating, with tanned skin, mysterious hazel eyes and a pushed up quiff with blond bits on its front side.

"Zayn, you're late." She barks speedily at him with her hands resting on her hips and her right foot tapping on the floor. She's boiling.

"Sorry Au-" his voice is like a whisper as he corrects himself, "I mean Mrs.Ashton" he shifts his textbook to his left hand.

All she does is glare at him before flicking him off. He tries to a find a seat, completely lost through the ocean of students.

The empty seat is next to mine, I may help him find it. I raise my hands earning his attention. "Over here." I inform him, he nods before making his way towards me.

Jazzmen is clearly amused, enjoying the cliché drama. As Zayn is almost going to sit, he trips over something and without even knowing what's happening, I find him on top of me.

His hands rest on my bare shoulders, balancing himself. "Oops sorry," he plays it off cool.

My heart is almost going to pop out of my chest and as much as I feel paralyzed and shocked, I play it off cool like him. "It's ok." I giggle and being awarded a cute smile from him.

"That's too cheesy." the voice in my head complains but I kick it out.

We're given some work sheets to fill. Everything is silent, complete silence. This lesson ends quickly, startling me. Next mission is a must.

I pack my belongings before making my way to exit, but out of sudden I'm completely taken away when a hand holds my left wrist firmly.

I turn around to see the one and only 'Zayn guy'. His lips are parted. Shocked, I may say. But why?

"Have I seen you here before?"