Make You Mine

Chapter One

Anabelle's P.O.V.

The next morning I woke up earlier than usual. I wasn't surprised, given my going to to bed so early the previous evening. I had a few extra hours to spare before I could get ready for college. After mentally debating, while still lying in bed, I decided I would spend some time on the internet.

I checked my facebook, twitter and mails. Nothing new. On facebook people tagged me in random shit and mostly invited me to play games they very well knew I would never ever play. Twitter didn't have any interesting tweets from anyone either. My  mail had one lengthy email from my best friend Emily Evans, about how she was holding up, with her parents against her taking up writing as a profession, and she asked me about how my new home was, if I'd made any friends and if there were any cute boys around. 

I took almost an hour to reply to her cause I wrote and even lengthier email to her consoling her, giving her details about the house, disappointing her by telling her that I hadn't met anyone new and that there were no cute guys and then finally letting her know that I'd skype her tonight and give her details about first day of college.

I shut my laptop and jumped out of bed to get showered. I took my time in shower assuming I had all the time in the world. When I finally did get out of the shower I realized that I'd taken too much time after all. I simply towel dried my hair, they would dry on the way to college, and then got onto deciding what clothes to wear. I didn't know if I should wear something fancy or just my usual carefree attire, it was a very high class college. I guess I really didn't care so deciding on the latter I just wore dark blue rip off skinny jeans, a black sequined tank top and a grey slightly oversized hoodie. 

I threw in a few random books in my messenger bag, quickly wore my black converse, grabbed my house and car keys and half ran out of the house. Once outside I took a moment to stare at my car. I'd had this car for over a year now, my sweet old blue BMW convertible. She one was a true beauty. Its my because of Bloo, yes I have a name for my care, that I realized why guys treat their cars like their girlfriends.

I stopped admiring my car then and hurriedly got down the porch steps missing a fall. Not bothering to open the door or anything I jumped into my convertible and revved up the engine. Blaring the sound system with Eminem I zoomed towards my new college.

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Apparently I didn't drive fast enough or maybe it was because I left late. Anyhow I was late. Really late. I half-jogged half ran up to the main office to collect my schedule, college map etc. I hurriedly gathered all the papers in my hand , got out of the office and started running towards my first class.

' I cant I cant I cant cant cant be late ' I thought to myself.

I was half there when I collided into someone and dropped all my papers to the floor. I couldnt afford this now!

' Whoa! Watch where you're going! ' A strangely melodious male voice complained.

' Yeah, yeah ' I mumbled and got down on my knees to collect all my papers. I had to get to class. I didnt have time to argue with this person over who didnt look where he going. He came out of nowhere and he cant be complaining about how I didnt see where I was going.

Whoever it was that I'd bumped into didn't move or leave or anything. He just stood there, towering over me, and after a moment knelt down and started gathering my papers.

' Let me help ' , he said softly. His voice seemed familiar but I couldn't really place it. I didn't have to wait long to find out who it was.

I looked up to find myself nose to nose with Zayn Malik, thats his name isn't it? Or atleast I thought it was Zayn Malik but I was kinda crosseyed. I shook my head and stood up, he stood with me. Okay so it was Zayn Malik after all. I recognized him from the posters and magazines. He was part of the newly famous boy band One Direction. I thought the famous didn't need to attend college, what was he doing here? 

I noticed he was staring at me, not saying a thing, just staring. It made me uncomfortable. Plus he still had my paper's. Was he intending on giving them back? I had still needed to get to class.

I cleared my throat in an attempt to distract him or something? Well it worked and he silently held out my papers to me. While I was taking them from his hand he said something incoherent. I didnt quite catch what.

' Sorry what? ' I said.

' Umm I'm Zayn...hi? ' he sounded unsure of himself.

So much confidence in a superstar? What was it that they called him? " Amazayn " . Yeah that was it.  Look at him now! Weird.

'Okay' I said and walked past him breaking into a sprint. My first day and I'm so so late. I was gonna be so screwed.

Zayn's P.O.V.

What just happened? I just couldnt find my voice when I saw her. She was..breathtaking.

She had a slim curvy figure. Long dark brown waves that hung loose till her chest. She wore a tight fitting black tank top, a grey hoodie, jeans and converse. She had tan, flawless skin and the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes that seemed so full of secrets that I wanted to know so bad.

I'm pretty sure she recognized me but she didn't scream or shreik or jump up n down in glee or stare at me jaw dropped so just to make sure I introduced myself.  I was so speechless in front of her. Why? But I brought myself to talk up anyway. I now wish I hadnt done it cause she simply said "okay" and walked right past me. This has never happened before and by now I didnt think it was possible.

I stood there for some time, just rooted to the spot. I'd seen her somewhere I think, but I couldnt, for the life of me, remember when or where.

I would have like to catch a corner and wonder and wonder about that girl but I had to go to class and I think I was late, not that I'd get told off. I'd been roaming for the past 30 minutes. Deciding that I'd most probably gotten lost I asked a passing teacher who told me I'd been going in the wrong direction alltogether. Quickly thanking the professor for the help I ran towards class. 

Katie's P.O.V.

My heart skipped a beat when Zayn Malik entered the classroom. I had no idea he's taken literature as a subject but anyway he was here now and I was too excited to care about anything else. The whole class was full, I mean like everybody had a partner except for the seat next to me and the seat next to this other girl. She's come in late too, just a few minutes before Zayn actually. Mr. Montgomery, our teacher, introduced her as Anabelle Grande. Nothing special or atleast not to me, I mean she didnt even look like competition. All the guys though were staring at her and I had absaloutely no idea why.

I was hoping Zayn would sit next to me. Praying really. I could clearly see him huffing, out of breath. His chest rapidly rising and falling trying to cath up on his breath. Oh sweet heavens he looked sexy.

Mr. Clark snorted when Zayn came in and muttered something about spoilt brats. I wanted to strangle Mr. Clarks right there and then.

' Class ' he announced, ' as many of you may aldready know this is Zayn Malik and he will be studying with us for the rest of the year. '

'Zayn sit next to meeeeeeeeeee ' I squealed in my mind. Mentally begging him to come sit next to me. To my disappointment Zayn, without hesitation, walked over to the seat next to Anabelle with a grin on his face. I felt the instant hatred towards this chick. I hated her. From the moment she came into this class she had the attention of every guy in class and now even Zayn had taken a liking to her! I mean she was like tan, Zayn was tan too but it  looked sexy on him.She had stupid brown hair and he clothes were so last season and she always had a bored expression on her face. Just stupid. 

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