BEFORE ANYONE READS I WROTE THIS FOR ONE OF MY GOOD FRIENDS AND SHE PLAYS THE MAIN CHARACTER. OK ENJOY.
Hey my name is Jazmin, People call me Jazzy for short. Starting off my Senior year wasn't as bad as I would portray it to be because a lot happened. First of all break was way too short, where do you buy some more vacation time? My classes were not bad at all and I don't know how I managed to survive the first day of school. Let me get straight to the point. The only reason I survived my 1st day was because Zayn Malik was in 3 of my classes. Who would have thought this gorgeous boy with beautiful luscious eyelashes, deep thinking, somewhat well mannered, mermaid glowing, boy was in my french, English, and history classes. Three of the most boring subjects I have ever experienced in my life. Zayn always stayed quiet unless he was spoken to and he always had his head facing the window. He sat right on my left side and although I pretended not see I always caught him admiring my face. Maybe he thought I was attractive. Haha what a laugh I gave myself whenever I thought that. He probably just found some grey hair on my head or something. My self esteem isn't low but it isn't the highest either. My hair is brown and wavy, I'm short as a midget, I have big brown eyes, and my but is the size of Saturn. Who knows where these genes come from? Back to mermaid boy. The next day I entered my English class , only to find Zayn was asleep, I'm guessing he had gotten to class really early. The teacher started the lesson and Zayn would not wake up. I gave him a nudge and he woke up in the most angelic way possible. He slowly looked to his right and stared into my eyes for what felt like eternity. "The lesson is starting" I whispered. "Thank you" he replied as he continued to stare in my eyes. I looked away from his gaze because if I would have stared any longer I could have fainted. It was for my own health really. From that period on it was just weird because whenever he needed something he would ask me for help. I dropped my pencil at one point and we both reached for it , but his hands were so quick he just picked it up. The weird thing is when he handed it to me he locked his fingers with mine. I started to blush and pulled away with the pencil in my hand. Why was Zayn acting so weird? I won't bother telling you about my other periods not involving Zayn because they are boring and nothing happens. So, there is a school dance tomorrow night and the only person I want to go with is Zayn. I couldn't stop thinking about him and I hoped he felt the same way. How would I tell him? What if he was disgusted? If he wasn't interested then why would he try to hold my hand?! I spaced out in History which is my last period of the day so I'm in the mindset of going home. If I don't ask Zayn to the dance then I will be going with my only friend I've known since 1st grade. Her name was Alondra. Alondra was going with her boyfriend Andy. Of course I'm stuck with being the third wheel. I didn't have to though, the bell rang in about 6 minutes and Zayn was sitting right behind me. I decided to grow some guts and ask him to the dance. I turned around.."ZAYN!" a girl named Ashley shouted out. I turned my head more forward as if I wasn't turning my head back to talk to Zayn. "Do you have a date to the dance tonight?" she asks. My heart sinks. "No" he says. "Would..you...like to go with me?" she asks. "No" he says. I feel a bit of relief, but if Ashley, one of the prettiest girls in school can't get Zayn to go to the dance with her then how would I? "Why did you turn around for a second?" Zayn asks. "He saw that what the fuck?" I think in my head. "You were so quiet, I was just making sure you weren't asleep again" I replied. "Oh" he says in a somewhat disappointed tone. Great now Zayn was upset and I didn't know why. The bell rang, Zayn left, everyone left. I banged my head on the desk. I got up and headed home. I texted Alondra if I could still tag along with her and Andy, she said yes. I lay on my belly facing my window as it is to the right of my room. My phone vibrates, it's probably Alondra. I look at the number and it is not one of my contacts. I open the message and it says "Hey , its Zayn..." I jump up and sit up on my bed. How did Zayn Malik get my number? "How did you get my number?" I asked. " I asked around" he replied. "So whats up?" I text him with a big smile on my face. "I wanted to know if you were going to the dance" he said. "Yeah, I was going to be a third wheel" I said. "Mind going with me?" he asks. "I don't mind at all!" I text back in a matter of seconds. "Great, I'm glad I'm going with you, pick you up tomorrow at 7:00?" "Yes, definitely" I replied. "Goodnight" he texts me. "Goodnight" I replied with shaking fingers. For a boy in high school he sure does go to sleep early, it was barely 10:00. BUT OH MY GOSH ZAYN JUST ASKED ME, JAZMIN TO THE DANCE! Did I mention it was the homecoming dance? I decided to skip school but me and Zayn were texting all day ! He was actually a really funny guy. Here I was thinking he was just a quiet deep thinker. Boy was I wrong. When school was over he called me and he was such a flirt ! I didn't mind flirting back. Let me take a moment to realize I am flirting with Zayn Malik, the boy of my dreams! Time passes, we talk for 3 hours! Oh no I have to get ready but I don't want to stop talking to him. "I'm going to hop in the shower, I'll text you when I get out!" I blurted. "Okay babe, don't make me wait to long, I might die missing you" he said. I almost melted. "Talk to you soon" I replied right before I clicked. What to wear? I always lay out my clothes before a shower. I chose a peach dress and some black stilettos, a heart necklace and some diamond earrings that dangled. When I got out the shower I blow dried my hair and curled it. I put on some mascara and light eyeshadow. I found some lip balm to match my dress so I put it on. I texted Zayn "So what are you doing now?" 1 minute later I get a reply saying "Getting ready babe, I'll be up there soon" "No need to rush, we have plenty of time" I replied. It was 7:00 and the dance started at 8:00. Everyone knew the cool people didn't come early. I wasn't cool but my date Zayn sure was. About 20 minutes later there is a knocking at my door. Both of my parents always make sure the boys I pick for these things are proper. I tell Zayn to come in. He shakes my dads hand and greets him. He gives my mom one of those kisses on the cheek that are really not a kiss on the cheek, like French people do. Of course my parents are easily impressed and feel he is a gentleman. I invite Zayn in my room to hang for a while before we head out! We are both just on my bed and I rest my head on his lap. He looks down into my eyes with his gorgeous brown eyes and lashes and I smile at him. "You have a such a beautiful smile" he tells me. "Thank you" I reply trying not to blush. He leans in closer to kiss me and I lean in as well. Zayn had the most soft lips ever. We kissed a few more times after that. After that we just continued to talk about everything we could ever think of. It was a really nice conversation. We looked at the time and we were 2 hours late! DId we really talk for that long?! We decided not to go to the dance. A bummer because I looked nice for nothing. Then again, Zayn was here in my own room and we were hitting it off.
