Love Twist

Chapter 2 - Complications

(Emma’s P.O.V.)

I took my lunch over to a table and glumly sat down. Stephanie and Emily had second lunch and I had first, leaving me no one to talk to. I flopped my elbow on the table, put my face in it, and had just started to stick my fork in my funky-looking lasagna when a semi-familiar voice said, “Can I sit here?” I looked up and saw Zayn smiling at me. “Well?”

“It’s a free country. Well, I think. Whatever, ya you can.” I stared at my food, kicking myself for saying another stupid American saying. “Another American saying?” I nodded, afraid to say anything worse. “Well, I’m sure it makes sense there, but can you explain the ‘I think’ to me? I didn’t get it.” He chuckled and I felt myself relax. “Don’t you have cooler people to sit with? Like, uhh… Niall? Right, Niall?” I said, trying a little too hard not to show I knew his name after barely talking to him. Evidentially, Zayn didn’t notice. “The boys don’t have this lunch.” He stuck his bottom lip out. “What about you? Any friends or siblings?” I was about to answer when Clara and her “bestiest friend” Elizabeth walked over and sat on either side of him. “Hey Zayn.” Clara said in a flirty voice. “Clara! I want you to meet my new friend, Emma”

“Hi, love. I’m Clara and this is Elizabeth.” I could feel her laser-like stare boring into my soul, telling me to play along. So, I did. “Nice to meet you.” I smiled, trying not to throw my lunch in her face.

Just once can you NOT screw up one of my relationships?!

 “Well, Emma? You didn’t answer.” Zayn gently pushed. “Well for friends, I’m in the same boat as you. And I’m an only child. Here and back home.”

“I’m sorry, that must be hard.” I shrugged. “Not really.”

Especially since the one that makes it not-so-hard is sitting next to you peeling an orange!

The rest of the meal was spent in small chat. I couldn’t wait to get out of there when the bell rang.

I went into Science and almost yelled at Emily but I decided that wouldn’t be a good idea since I was getting enough stares already. I sat behind her and said in my best British accent, “Ello, love.” She turned around. “Your accent is terrible, sweetie.” She said in a way better accent than mine. “Ya, well at least I use good words!” I said normally and we both started laughing. The bell rang as Zayn plopped next to me, knocking over my backpack which, thankfully, was zipped up. “Well, this looks familiar.” I said and we both laughed. Emily turned and gave me the “new boyfriend?” look. I laughed and shook my head. “Zayn, this is my best friend from the US, Emily. Emmy, this is my new friend, Zayn.”

“Good to meet you.” Em said with a smile. “Same here.” Zayn said, also smiling. Emily giggled like she does when she’s flirting, which made giggle, which made her giggle and then we got into a giggle fest.

(Zayn’s P.O.V.)

I was so confused, they just started giggling. It must have shown because Emma looked at me and said, “It’s a girl thing.” I put my hands up in surrender. “I’m not going to ask then.” And we all started laughing. “Excuse me, may I start?” We all nodded at our teacher, stifling our laughter. She pursed her lips and started talking about the rules. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note to Emma.

“Vas happenin, Emma? I was just wondering if you and Emily wanted to come over and meet the crew.”

As soon as the teacher turned around, I threw the note at Emma, unfortunately hitting her in the face, again. I looked over at Emily and saw her eyes dart down to her desk. I smiled a small smile to myself.

Cute.

It must be a rule that American exchange students have to be beautiful because both of them were. I felt something hit my face and threw a playful dirty look at Emma, who grinned and shrugged. I opened the note and read,

“Sure. Can Stephanie come too?”

I know her. She’s Clara’s ex-best friend. Sweet girl. I made sure Emma was looking at me and nodded, which made her smile. I felt my heart grow warm. I made her smile. I smiled back and we both turned to listen to Mrs. Owen drone about homework.

(Emma’s P.O.V.)

I walked into my class and sighed when I saw Stephanie talking to my ex, James, in the front row. I walked up and sat next to Steph. James grew very tense seeing me. He turned to Stephanie. “Well, good talking to you.” Stephanie smiled. “I’m sure it was.” When he walked away, she spun to me. “I. Hate. Him.” She growled through her teeth. I laughed. “Well, how about a fun girl date with Em and I to get your mind off of it?” I smiled, knowing she was going to love me. “Sure. After school?” I nodded. “We’re gunna go to my new friend’s house and then the mall.” Steph perked up at ‘mall.’ “Sounds brilliant to me!” I just laughed.

When the teacher walked up front, I got quiet, even though I wanted to laugh. I didn’t need a third teacher mad at me. His potbelly was the most intense one I’d ever seen. It stuck out at least a foot and a half and his white and gray beard went down his double-chin to his collar bone. He had thick glasses in a ridiculous pair of hot pink frames. He appeared very bored and then said, “I’m your teacher. You may call me Mr. J. Nothing else. No gum, only water, and turn in your homework when it’s due. You may now talk. Cool by me. I turned to Stephanie. “So who is this new friend?”

“Well, his name is…” I was interrupted by a torso wearing a sparkly pink top. Great. Elizabeth. “Stay away from Clara’s man.” She told me and then walked off. I raised my eyebrow and turned back to Steph. “I hate James.” Stephanie started laughing. “So maybe she means this new friend. Name please!” I leaned forward and whispered, “Zayn Malik.” Stephanie squealed. “Really?!” I clamped my hand over her mouth. “Yes. Now, small talk. How was your day?” She laughed. “Better now!” We both laughed.

When the bell rang, we reluctantly got up. “After school in the parking lot.” Steph said. I put my thumb up. “Cool beans.” We both laughed and parted ways.

Over the day I had first with Niall and Zayn, second with Clara and James, third with Elizabeth, lunch with Zayn and the whore-twins, fourth with Emily and Zayn, fifth with Steph, Elizabeth, and James, sixth with Zayn, and seventh with Niall. Needless to say, I hated second, third, and kind of fifth, but Steph mad it better. I made my way out to the parking lot, excited to go.

(Stephanie’s P.O.V.)

I ran out to my baby pink motorcycle next to Emily’s purple one and Emma’s baby blue one. I grabbed my helmet and put it on my handle.

Where are the Ems at?

I almost texted them when they walked out of the doors with Zayn. I got so excited I could barely keep myself by my motorcycle. But I did. Be proud. “These are your rides?” Zayn asked when they got to where I was. “Ya. Problem?” Emma said in her playful attitude tone. “Of course not! I was just expecting cars.”

“Zayn, this is Stephanie. Steph, Zayn.” I stuck my hand out and he shook it. “I hear you’re a fan?” He said with a smile. I shrugged. “Ya I guess.” We three girls laughed and Zayn smiled. “Well, can I ride on your bike? The guys left me and these two hate me.” He stuck his thumb at the Ems as we laughed. “I guess so.” Zayn put his hand over his heart, as if he was hurt. “But I thought you’d be so excited to give Zayn Malik a ride on your bike!” The Ems laughed. “Hush, Ems!” I yelled and then laughed with them. “Weirdoes.” Zayn mumbled, which made us laugh harder. “Just get on the bike.” I said so he did. “Alright. Tell us how to get there, Zayn.” Emily said. “OK.” He said and started giving directions. One Direction’s house. Wow.