Figure 8

1. They call him Zayn.

~Mason Nicole's POV~

I'm awaken by a loud thud, I shot up quickly. I glance at the time that read 4:30AM. Who the hell is up this early? I thought. My feet pad across the floor towards the window. Pushing away the curtains I look next door, making eye contact with him. And he, he is who they call Zayn. I prompt up my window, he greets me with a smile.

"You know you can't just sit on the roof and make commotion at four in the morning, some teenage girls get cranky." I tease him.

"Sorry babe, I'll make sure to have a peak through your window before climbing on my roof." He smirks. "Go back to sleep."

I close my window drowsily limping towards my bed, throwing the duvet over me. I smile a little at the thought of him.

He's so separate compared to the other guys I've met, or maybe because he hasn't turned into one of them just yet. He's too mysterious to be anything like those immature imbeciles, I don't want him to be like them. If he could just stay different.

That's how Ellie used to feel about Louis, like he wasn't the other guys, months later they started dating. But I don't want to date Zayn, matter of fact I refuse.

So I built my walls high, and they're never coming down.

***

I unravel through the menacing mess in my locker I've been meaning to clean up looking for my textbook when my locker was push shut catching my attention.

"So you and new boy huh?" Ana shuffles her shoulders.

"Who?" I roll my eyes redoing my combination.

"Don't know his name." She searches her mind for an answer. "Me and Rose already bet money on it." She rests her head on the locker, slowly prying into my life with her brown eyes alone.

Ana's an interesting one. We aren't the best of friends, but I gotta love her. Her 'dark brown' hair flows to her mid back in a wavy manner (it's actually black, but she dreads it when I tell her it is) and her tan skin compliments it. She smiles like she has nothing to lose and talks like her voice is the melody everyone needs.

"So you have money on my chances with some boy?" I raise an eyebrow pulling out my book without breaking eye contact.

"What would the right answer be to this?" She ponders aloud.

"If you try to set us up-." I begin as I turn to walk down the hall.

"He stared at you for a solid minute before I came up to you." She steps infront of me.

"I couldn't care less." I silence her completely. "Now can we please go to history class?"

She nods disappointingly following me.

"He stared at you for a solid minute before I came up to you." it rang in my head. I feel a pair of eyes on me from across the room so I uncomfortably shift my body towards the left side of the room. Causing me to almost fall out of my seat in drowsiness. I doodle on my paper pretending to take notes.The top of my page still labeled 'Christopher Columbus'.

"Mason Nicole you seem well into your work. What's the answer?" The woman taps on my desk with her meter stick.

"1492?" I drop my pencil on my notebook.

"It was more of a yes or no question, keep up Mason Nicole." She walks away from my desk.

Once the bell rang I packed my shit and darted for the door being the first one out the room.

***

I threw my backpack onto the floor exhausted. I plop onto my bed wondering what to do besides homework. Shower.

I put on my wolf crop top and completely dismissed my makeup. I pick up my camera ready to start my photography homework.

"Mason we have visitors."

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A/N-

Hey dolls! So this is my newer version of Figure 8. For previous readers they'll know what I'm talking about. I hope it was an okay read. The story will get better I just suck at first chapters. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. But any suggestions or compliments commenttt. Thanks for reading!(:

-LarrysAngels xx