Not Perfect - a 1D fanfic

CHAPTER 3

It's the next morning and it's wednesday. I am in school, in my homeroom. I just remember what Zayn had told Harry and I yesterday. I get up and go out of the class.

I have 10 minutes before the school actually begins. Where can Zayn's class be? I search the classes on my floor and find it. It is 2 classes after mine.

And I see him. Head down. I can see the ear piercings and that blonde quiff. I don't like seeing him like that.

A muscular guy with dark, swept back hair comes from the back and pats his shoulder and says something. Zayn isn't responding. Why isn't he responding? Wait, is he okay? I enter the homeroom and see a skinny girl with blonde hair walking up to him. I come closer.

"Oh, look at this", she says, pointing toward Zayn, "who do we have here? What are you doing here, you ASIAN?"

What? What??? Okay, first of all, he is NOT Asian......his GRANDFATHER was....it's a lot of gap now and even if he IS...what's her deal?!

"Leave him alone!", I say to them, loudly.

Zayn looks up.

"Anna?", he says, surprised.

"Oh!", the girl says, "who are you? ANOTHER Asian?"

THAT IS IT!

"Why does that bother you , you SKINNY BITCH!", I say, more like scream. (waddup Anaconda reference).

~PS : no hate to skinny people, I love y'all...you are gorgeous, I wish I could be like you.~

She looks taken aback. She gives me an evil eye and goes away, arms in arms with the boy.

"Oh My god, Anna!", Zayn exlaims.

He gets up and gives me a hug, I accept it. And I wipe my tears, hoping he hadn't seen them in the first place. This, was too cruel.

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"And then", Zayn says, "Anna swore!"

Zayn is telling Harry how I had helped him this morning. It is the morning break now. Zayn tells Harry what I had called the blonde and Harry bursts with laughter.

"Oh My God, Anna!", Harry exlaims, "you are a killer!"

I laugh. NEVER IN MY LIFE HAD I BEEN COMPLEMENTED THIS WAY.

After that, we eat in silence for sometime.

"I don't like this siIence", Zayn says.

I laugh and agree. Harry raises an eyebrow.

"Really?", he asks, "I thought you liked your peace and quite."

"Yeah", Zayn looks offended, "but, like, I am with my friends right now and I am supposed to be having...you know...fun!"

Harry smirks.

"How about a selfie?", Zayn asks.

A SELFIE? Well, the last time I had taken a selfie was with Emily. But I get nervous while taking selfies.

'Shutup", Harry says, when I tell him I don't want to take one, "you are going to be a part of this selfie."

"But I won't look good!", I say in protest.

" 'Course you will!", Harry says, assuring me.

"And if you don't", Zayn says, teasing me, "what is editing and filtering for?"

I laugh and punch his arm playfully and join the selfie. Three of us have silly expressions on our faces. Forget the filter. We all look fab, in a very dumb way.