The One

Chapter 10

I wonder what actually happened in there? Why did he came out so mad? I am just shocked that he kicked me out of his car, I knew he was a jerk, but not that much of a jerk.

"And here is your tall coffee," he says.

I grab the coffee from his hands and head out Starbucks.

I get in his car and drive back to school.

"Where is Kendall?" he asks me.

I take a sip of my warm coffee. "She had a doctors appointment," I reply.

"Oh," he says and stares back at the road.

I step out of his car and thank him, he accompanies me to my locker. "Thanks for the coffee Zayn," I say.

"Its no problem," he replies a smile painted on his lips. "Well I have to leave, I have to find Niall real quick."

"Yea sure go ahead," I say.

He smiles and walks away. I finish my coffee and stand by my locker, we are too early, its verily 7:45 am.

I stand by my locker and check my phone my messages, to pass time.

"Morning," I hear a rough voice beside me.

I turn to look up and I see Harry standing next to me, he is wearing a plain white shirt, black jeans and some brown boots.

I ignore his comment and look back down to my phone.

"Your supposed to say, good morning Harry."

"Why should I?" I ask him.

"Because its rude to not answer back," he says.

"Just leave me alone," I say.

"Well someone isn't in a good mood."

"Just stop it alright, I am not in the mood to be fighting."

"Who said anything about fighting."

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Well your standing by my locker and blocking it, so I was going to ask you to move," he says.

"Oh so now your being polite?" I say.

He smiles and doesn't say anything back. The bell rings and I move away from his locker and walk to first period.

I am feeling sick, since yesterday it started raining and it got a little windy, I think I cached a cold. I take my seat and lay my head on the desk.

"Morning class, please take your seats and write down the paragraph that is on the board," Mr. Harrington says.

Mr. Harrington has just kept on giving us essays and essays these past weeks. I am getting tired of them.

The late bell rings and Harry comes walking in late, his notebook in his hand.

"Mr. Styles, why are you late? Again!" Mr. Harrington asks Harry.

His british voice sounds rough. "I was busy," Harry answers back.

"This is your 5th tardy, now I will have to give you detention."

"Mhmm, whatever," Harry replies back.

Mr. Harrington ignores what Harry said and keeps on talking.

"After your done talking, I will pair you up in partners and give you a book, your job to do with this book is to read it with your partner. Then you will have to write an essay about what you understood about the book," Mr.Harrington explains.