Zayn:
"That's it for today class. Tomorrow, you will present your monologues!" I walked off the stage quickly and went to gather my things. As I was doing something as small as looking up at the clock, my bag slipped from the side of the chair and spilled its contents onto the floor.
"Shit.." I mumbled, getting on my knees. All my classmates walked past me. I get that I wasn't the most sociable person of the class but you could just show some act of kindness.
"Do you need help, (Y/N)?" A pair of boots appeared beside me. I looked up to see a boy, already kneeling down beside me. I got distracted by his jaw instantly, mesmerized by the pattern of his stubble along it. "Hello?" I blinked, "Anybody in there?"
"Yeah, uh.. Sorry. I was just taken back that you actually know my name."
"We're in the same class, aren't we?" He took my papers from my hand, picking up the rest for me.
"Not many of the class knows my name, nor do they want to, I'm guessing."
"Nah, they know your name. They're just jealous of you."
"How do you know?"
"I'll tell you if you address me by my name first." I sighed, frowning a bit, "I'm just playing. I would be surprised if you did." I lightened up a bit as he put my things back into my bag. "My name is Zayn. I'm new here."
"I'm (Y/N), I've taken this class for three years now."
"And the class never acknowledges you?!"
"No.."
"As I was saying, they are jealous."
"How would you know?"
"When you sit back and pretend you're actually paying attention in class, you get that type of information." He chuckled, zipping up my bag. "Here you are."
"Thanks." He stood quickly, offering a helping hand as I stood. "So.. What do they say?"
"Most things that imply they're intimidated by your knowledge and skill for theater. Also, you're a very pretty girl, (Y/N)."
"Zayn.." I blushed.
"And they were also wondering if a girl as elegant and beautiful as yourself would allow a mere Bradford boy to take about thirty minutes of their time for a cup of coffee." My eyes widened as I looked up at him, the heat rising in my cheeks. Zayn tossed his bag over one shoulder, shrugging with a small grin. "If you're busy, that's fine-"
"No." I spoke quickly, "I think that girl would really like some coffee at the moment, maybe even a biscuit." He grinned, opening the theater door for me.
"After you, (Y/N)."
