Locked With Him

Day Five

I quickly braid my blonde hair, and run downstairs. I grab a banana, as the usual and say goodbye to my mam and Jonnie. I'm late and the bus leaves in 5 minutes. I basically run to the bus stop and when the bus arrives, I hastily step inside. I pay my ticket and take a seat. I sit down and put my earphones in. I'm literally obsessed with music and let myself drown into my thoughts.

This is probably gonna be the worst day ever. Ugh, why do I have to have tuition from Zayn Malik?! I mainly understand why my mom wants me to have this, but why Zayn? I just don't get it. 

When the bus arrives at school, I thank the chauffeur and walk out. I quickly walk to the entry and when I'm inside, the bell rings. I mentally give myself a high five. I hurry into class. English. When I walk inside, I see my friend Robert already sitting behind a desk. I sit down next to him.

'Hi.' I greet.

'Hi.' He greets back.

'H-how's your d-day so f-far?' He asks stuttering. Maybe it's a habit. I mean, why would he be nervous when he's talking to me?

'It's been very shitty.' I answer. He laughs a little.

'W-why?' He asks.

'Well, my mom wants me to have tuition for math.' I say.

'Well, I-I could g-give it t-to you...' He suggests shyly.

'I know, I already asked.' I say.

'Really?' He asks smiling.

'Yea, but she said no. She already arranged someone and he's an asshole.' I say. Just on that moment I get a feeling someone's staring at me, and I can guess who.

Zayn sits down behind us. Minutes later his friend walks in too.

'Well, t-then you h-have to learn q-quick and y-you can s-stop.' He says. I laugh.

'True.' I say.

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It's the end of the school day. Fuck. My mom couldn't visit Trisha today, so it was her idea that I could drive with Zayn. But maybe, if I just can't find him, I can just skip on it.

I walk through the long hallway. If I just can't find him, or, if he just can't find me.

Suddenly I hear his voice call my name. I stop in my tracks. Fuck. I turn around.

'What.' I snap.

'Wow, easy! I just came to get you. You have to drive with me, remember?' He says annoyed.

'Yes, I remember. How could I forget the worst day in my life?' I ask. He chuckles.

'Why are you so mad all the time?' He asks, 'It doesn't make you pretty.' He adds, and his eyes travel up and down my body.

Like, what the hell? Why would he say something like that?

'Well, I'll tell you why I'm ma-...' He doesn't let me finish.

'Are you coming, or not?' He asks. I sigh.

'Fine.' I sigh.

We walk to his car and he unlocks the doors. I sit down at the passenger seat and when he sits down too, I turn my head to the window, not wanting to look at him. He starts driving.

In no time, we're at his house and I step outside. We walk to his front door and suddenly I'm unsure if I look good enough to face his mother, Trisha.

'How do I look?' I ask him. Wait, what? Why am I asking him how I look. He'll answer "ugly" anyway, and I can't use those answers.

'Never mind.' I mumble. He looks at me.