English Class

6 - (English class' moments)

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The next morning, I wake up to find an exhausted Jazz, sprawled on her bed. Shall I wake her up? What happened last night? It's hard to remember anything.

I should just wake her - maybe she wouldn't want to miss her classes. Despite my efforts to distract myself or to take a desicion, I finally decide against it. I wont wake her up.

Finally, I get dressed into a black tank top and a new pair of jeans, leaving my perfectly curled hair cascade against my back. With one last glance at the room, I put my bag over my shoulder then head to my class.

When I walk into my English class, the room starts to fill. I'm thankful that I'm not late like yesterday. I choose to sit in a different place, making it easier for me to avoid Zayn.

Mrs. Ashton emerges, with a bothered face. She begins the class as soon as everyone settles, except for Zayn. Why isn't he here?

Jazz flashes me a concerned look when she notices that I'm not sitting next to her. I give her a reassuring smile, hopping she would get what I mean; nothing is wrong.

Right in the middle of the lesson, the door opens and once again, a brave Zayn stumbles in. Something is different this time - he has a black Rayban glasses on. "Jeez," I say under my breath and the guy next to me laughs.

I turn to him, smirking. He laughs quietly as he looks back at Zayn, who's having an argument with Mrs. Ashton. Poor woman. I wouldn't blame her if she kicked him out, he deserves.

My wish kind of comes true when she warns him, "It's either you take that glasses off of your face or get out of my class!" wow!

Zayn sighs before making his way to exit the class. People like him have that thought of being some sort of a champion for getting kicked by teachers out of their lessons. I assume he's mentally dancing, celebrating.

"So class, let's begin with-"

"Ok, ok. Fine!" Zayn butts in, groaning. In a blink of an eye, he takes the glasses off and I gasp in shock. His eyes! Oh shít!

A dark circle is formed around his eyes, indicating that it's going to be darker. Suddenly, a flashback of yesterday's events flows slowly. I did this?

"Yeah you did that, Tiger!" Cockly, my inner voice mocks.

He glares at me deadly in the eye, then turns to give a 'mind your own business' look. Everything seems to spin around, how am I going to get out of this?

"I can't believe he removed his glasses - he cares about his reputation, this must be a dream," the blonde guy, who laughed earlier, mumbles. To whom is he talking to? Me?

I turn to him, shifting uncomfortably. It doesn't take me a second to lock my eyes into his. Sapphires!

I snap out of my trance when Zayn passes by, sending shivers throw my spin. With the corner of my eye, I can see that he chooses to sit in the same place he sat yesterday. There's no way to escape from him; he's directly sitting behind me.

"Who dared?", "He marked on Zayn.", "Who is he?" are heard. I'm definitely sure that Zayn can hear that as well. Why he? Can't it be a she?

For some reasons, a string of sadness rush over me. I should feel relieved that no one expects it to be me - an ordinary freshman.

At the moment when I finally decide to concentrate, Mrs. Ashton announces that we're having a writing contest and the winners will be awarded.

Curiosity is making its way to my nerves, but I'm scared that my voice my crack if I spoke. Thankfully, the blonde guy next to me blurt out loudly enough to get her attention, "What is it about?"

"Niall, it's about animals, birds, insects or plants - choose whatever suits you - do not copycat from each other, do not copy and paste from the internet, I'll find in a way or another," she clarifies, her warns are directed to the whole class, including Niall.

I, Alex Smith, will be one of them. Everyone is quiet, scrambling on their copybooks. I wouldn't be able to think about anything without a cup of hot chocolate and music, laying on my stomach on the bed. I decide to figure it out at the dorms.

"It's due Friday," she assures to mention out of nowhere, before dismissing us. The class ended? how am I going to face Zayn? Zayn? I have three days only, really?

Many mixed thoughts buzz in my mind, and suddenly, my face falls when I see Zayn walking next to me. "What do want Zayn?" I ask bitterly.

"Soon, honey." With that, he turns and disappears.

The way he acts ruins his attractiveness. I wont let his words get under my skin, I wont let him intimate me.

I shake my head, getting rid of his image out of my mind, then turn the corner but before leaving, I'm called out by Mrs. Ashton.