Chase // z.m

two

Zayn.

Zayn groaned, looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was merely 8:45 in the morning, and he was already done with the day. He sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair. Tossing his legs towards the side of the bed, Zayn slipped on his shoes and made his way to the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it, and hastily started to brush his teeth. The tube was almost empty, so he made a mental note to go to the market after his classes. He went over his schedule for the day; making sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. Zayn left the bathroom, wondering what he would wear today. His classes were right by his dorm, so he didn’t have to dress out. He chose to wear some sweatpants, and a loose grey sweatshirt.  He tried to adjust his disheveled hair again, and ended up just grabbing a beanie to shove atop his head. His appearance wasn’t really of importance right now.  He grabbed his laptop case, his glasses and his keys, making his way out of his dorm. Zayn made sure he locked the door, and started to walk out towards his Creative Writing class.

“Good Morning Mr. Malik, nice of you to join us today,” Mrs. Jeff remarked, frowning at the boy. Zayn was rarely late, but when he was, Mrs. Jeff was sure to give him shit about it. He’d sometimes dread the mornings where he woke up late, because he would have to face her wrath. Zayn sighed, making his way to his seat at the back of the class. He put on his glasses and opened up his laptop. He looked up at the board, where Ms. Jeff had already started the lesson. He was going to need to get the rest of the lesson from someone else. He looked around for his mate, Louis, who wasn’t in his usual seat. Instead, in his place was a short girl, rapidly taking notes on the lecture. Fuck. He couldn’t just ask this random girl for her notes, could he? Zayn debated talking to the girl, all while staring directly at her.

“Can I help you?” She asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Zayn tried to muster up something to say, but not a sound came out. He wasn’t usually at loss for words, in fact, his mates had to repeatedly urge him to be quiet, but in this moment, nothing left his mouth.

“I-“He started, but Mrs. Jeff beat him to it.

“Mr. Malik, I can tolerate you being late, but I cannot tolerate you speaking over me! You and Ms. Lahey will have detention after class!” She scolded, clearly annoyed and frustrated with the pair. The girl next to Zayn groaned, and if looks could kill, Zayn would be 7 feet under right now.

“Look what you’ve done!” The girl whispered harshly, trying not to regain the attention of the teacher again. Zayn rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Me?” He whispered back, appalled. “You were the one who spoke up; I didn’t even get a chance to reply!”

“You were staring at me!” She argued back balling her small fists on her desk.  She was seething and it was obvious.

“Lahey! Malik! Get out! NOW!” Mrs. Jeff yelled, startling the both of them.

Great, Zayn thought, now this girl is going to hate me even more! Zayn was what you’d call a people pleaser.  He really didn’t like to be hated, I mean, how could anyone hate Zayn? He was charming, attractive, smart, funny- all the characteristics in your cliché college student.  He grabbed his stuff, and walked out of the classroom alongside the girl.

“Wow, just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse.” The girl mumbled, loud enough for Zayn to hear.

“What’s your name love?” Zayn asked reluctantly, not sure if making conversation with this girl was a good idea.

“Aubrey.” The girl snapped, turning her head away from him.

“C’mon, don’t be like this,” Zayn spoke, moving so he was facing her.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” He asked, smiling genuinely at her

“Why would I want to go anywhere with you?” Aubrey scoffed, folding her arms on her chest.

Zayn giggled. He was finding this hilarious actually. Usually, girls would throw themselves at him.

“Why not sweetheart?” Zayn questioned, stifling his laugher for a second. They both walked in the same direction, towards the only cafeteria on campus.

“You’re the whole reason I’m in this mess!” She screamed, exasperatedly throwing her arms in the air.

Zayn frowned. Aubrey insisted it was his fault, and he wanted to deny it once more, but of course, he wanted to get on her good side.

“You’re right.” Zayn commenced, looking her right in the eyes.

“Damn right I am!” She yelled some more, clearly annoyed of with him.

“Which is why, I want to apologize, and take you out.”

Aubrey stopped walking and just stood there.  Zayn lifted an eyebrow, clearly confused as to why they had stopped abruptly.

“Sure.” Aubrey finally said, and Zayn let out a sigh of relief. Rejection didn’t look good on him.

“So babe, where do you want to go?” He asked, grinning cheekily at her. Zayn needed to drop his stuff at his dorm first,  and he had to grab his car keys if he wanted to leave campus.

“I don’t know sunshine, you’re the guy, tell me where we’re going.” Aubrey quipped, reaching into her bag for a hair tie.

“Leave it down love, it looks good like that.” Zayn spoke softly, quickly regretting his words. He didn’t want to come on to her too quick.

“Too bad I don’t care about your opinion,” Aubrey smirked, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

Zayn could get used to this girl.