Make You Mine

Chapter Two

Anabelle's P.O.V. 

I groaned internally when I saw Zayn Malik grinning to himself and walking over to the empty seat next to me. Every girl in this class was going to hate me now and that was the least of my problems. What bothered me more was the that, with the way I'd treated him ( and by that I mean practically ignored)  in the corridor he was definitely going to try and talk to me or get some kind of attention.

Boys liked a chase, a challenge and right now I was probably one to Zayn. He would chase me and once he caught up he would dump me and find someone else to run after. Guys like him, young, famous, good looking, they thought they could have any damn girl they wanted. Not me though, not me.

And not just the rich and famous..every single specimen of the male species in humans was the same. They pretend to fall in love with you and then go ahead and break your heart without explanation. In less than a month you'll find them snogging some other chick.

Zayn sat down next to me, a smirk playing on his lips. He was really cute, no denying that. The magazines after all hadn't been lying. You might not notice it so much in pictures but in real life he really was the face of perfection.Shaking my head I told myself to focus. Mr. Montgomery, our literature teacher, started talking then and I was glad for a distraction.

' Since this is our first day I would like you'll to move around class and get to know each other. Now be off. ' he said in a dismissive tone.

Mr. Montgomery was a middle ages man with a bored-to-death expression that never left his face. He was tall and skinny, all dressed up in formals. He didn't look like the literature type, or maybe he did, I just dont categorize literature people are old and bored.

' Hey ' , a voice, Zayn's no doubt, interrupted my thoughts.

' Yeah hi ' I replied and took out my iPhone to play games.

' I'm uhh Zayn..we umm bumped in the corridor? ' he said next. No doubt he was making a lot of effort to make conversation

' Yeah I know ' I replied monotonously.

' Whats your name? ' he asked tentatively. I  just wished he would shut up. I had no intention of getting to know him. But then again, I'm me, and that's pretty screwed up.

' Anabelle ' I blurted out without intending to. What the hell was I doing? I didn't want him to know my name or anything about me.

' That's a beautiful name just like... 'before Zayn could introduce himself Louis walked in and thumped Zayn on the back. It made a loud noice and I think that might've hurt.

' Don't be selfish Zayn! Aren't you going to introduce us to this lovely lady here? ' he said and took my hand, which was placed on the table, and gently kissed it before I could react.

'Sorry I should've probably asked you for your hand first. ' he continued and winked at me cheekily. Something about his gesture was friendly and not one bit flirty. This was okay with me and I gave Louis a big smile.

'That's okay. ' I said sweetly. I dared to sneak a peek at Zayn who was undoubtedly fuming with jealousy. I hadn't even bothered to talk to him and here I was hitting it off with his mate. It was so obvious on his face, the anger. It made him look a child though, that expression on his face of a small stubborn boy with that ever so slight pout. I actually found it adorable and it almost made me laugh. I'm pretty sure Louis noticed his jealousy too, it was more than obvious anyway, because he cheekily grinned at me like a child that was about to do something naughty.

'You okay Zayn? You look sick mate. ' he said, keeping a straight face. I knew Louis had done this on purpose and I tried my best to stifle a laugh and failed miserably.