the gang | zayn malik [a.u] | ✔️ | EDITING

Chapter 1.

"Gretchen Rivers."

My head shot up to where my professor was standing, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. "Yes Mrs. Gilligan." I responded.

"Pay attention." she gave me the stink eye and continued her boring lecture about some guy name Ponce De Leon. What a female dog!

I resumed zoning her out when I realized that the past few days I have found myself daydreaming more than I ever had before. I mean college is stressful and I don't know anyone besides my roommate and we don't even have classes together.

The bell rang signaling that class was over, and now I only had to worry about Math in a few hours. Screw math!

"Gretchen." I turned my head around to see a geeky looking guy standing there. His eyes were wide and he looked nervous.

"And you are?" I raise an eyebrow. How does he know my name?

"I'm Zack," he extends a hand and I shake it. Surprisingly his grip is firm and confident, a contrast to his nervous gaze.

"Hi," I try to focus on him but I couldn't care less honestly.

"Uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to sit by me next class, you seem alone, and I'm alone too. I hope I'm not creeping you out." He blurts out, stumbling over his words.

I take a step back, clearly taken back by the forwardness of his words. "Well, sure." I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to complain. I'm in desperate need of new friends.

"Great, see you tomorrow."

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"Gretch Gretch." my roommate chirps as I shut the door to our dorm room with a soft thud.

"Per Per." I giggle and fling my backpack down next to my bed. She was sitting criss crosses on her bed, filing down her nails. It was then that I noticed the faint scent of nail polish lingering in the room.

"How was History?" she asks while groaning.

"We were talking about Ponce De Leon, it's eighth grade all over again." I roll my eyes and shuffle over to the bathroom where I proceed to brush my hair. "Oh and Perrie, we should go grab some edible food later because I'm getting tired of college cafeteria food." I say after my stomach growls.

"Agreed, and sure thing, my stomach is begging me for a real meal." She doesn't look up at me, focusing on the task at hand, her nails.

I smile and touch up my black eyeliner, watching Perrie apply the first coat of lilac nail polish.

Inwardly yawning I head over to my bed and fling my tired body onto the mattress. Perrie doesn't say anything as I watch her paint her nails. Her eyes are squinted, peering down at her nails with the idea of perfection in her mind. That's one of the reasons why we get along so well. Both of us enjoy keeping things clean and orderly, we're perfectionists. I smile at the thought and turn around on my bed to grab my alarm.

"I'll be gone when you wake up," Perrie says suddenly. "I have chemistry." She lets out an annoyed grunt and I chuckle.

"Alright babe," I finish setting my alarm clock and pull the covers over me.

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*Beep Beep Beep*

The sound of my alarm blared in my ears and I shot up and smacked my alarm clock off.

I ran my fingers through my shaggy brown hair and slipped out of the covers. I scanned over my appearance and shook my head, "I look gross." I muttered aloud in the mirror.