Fresh paint and the scent of drywall dust made me think of my father, not school. Yet that smell slapped me in the face when I walked into the newly remodeled front office. With books in one hand, I sauntered toward the counter. “'Sup, Mrs. Marcos.”
“Zayn, why you late again, muchacho?” she said while stapling papers together.
The clock on the wall flipped to nine in the morning. “Hell, this is early.”
Mrs. Marcos stepped around her new cherry desk to meet me at the counter. She gave me crap when I came in late, but I still liked her. With her long brown hair, she reminded me of a Hispanic version of my mother.
“You missed your appointment with Mrs. Collins this morning. Not a good way to start the second term.,” she whispered as she wrote my tardy slip. She tilted her head toward the three adults huddled together in the far corner of the room. I assumed the middle-aged blonde woman whispering to the rich couple was the new guidance counselor.
I shrugged and let the right side of my mouth twitch up. “Oops.”
Mrs. Marcos slid the tardy slip to me and gave me her patented stern glare. She was the one person at this school who didn't believe that me and my future were completely fucked.
The middle-aged blonde called out, “Mr. Malik, I'm thrilled you remembered our appointment, even if you are late. I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking a seat while I finish a few things.” She smiled at me like we were old friends and spoke so sweetly that for a moment, I almost smiled back. Instead, I nodded and took a seat on the line of chairs pushed against the office wall.
Mrs. Marcos laughed.
“What?”
“She's not going to put up with your attitude. Maybe she'll convince you to take school seriously.”
I rested my head against the painted cinder-block wall and shut my eyes, in need of a few more hours' sleep. Short one person for closing, the restaurant hadn't let me go until after midnight, and then Louis and Harry kept me up.
“Mrs. Marcos?” asked an angelic voice. “Can you please tell me the upcoming dates for the ACT and SAT?”
The phone rang. “Wait one sec,” said Mrs. Marcos. Then the ringing ceased.
A chair down the row from mine shifted and my mouth watered from the aroma of strawberries. I snuck a peek and noticed bleached blonde hair. I knew him. Niall Horan.
Not a strawberry in sight, but damn if he didn't smell like one. We had several of our main courses together and last semester one of our free periods. I didn't know much about him other than he kept to himself, he was smart, bleached his hair and he had a fuckable ass. He wore large long-sleeved shirts that almost hung off his small shoulders and revealed his prominet collarbones – just enough to get the fantasies flowing.
Like always, he stared straight ahead as if I didn't exist. Hell, I probably didn't exist in his mind. People like Niall Horan irritated the crap out of me.
“You've got a fucked-up name,” I mumbled. I didn't know why I wanted to rattle him, I just did.
“Shouldn't you be getting high in the bathroom?”
So he did know me. “They installed security cameras. We do it in the parking lot now.”
“My bad.” His foot rocked frantically back and forth.
Good, I'd succeeded in getting under that perfect facade. “Neil...Neil...Neil...”
His foot stopped rocking and his eyes twinkled furiously as he turned to face me. “How original. I've never heard that one before.” He swept up his backpack and left the office. His tight ass swayed side to side as he marched down the hallway. That wasn't nearly as fun as I'd thought it would be. In fact, I kind of felt like a dick.
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Since no one is reading (which means no one comments or votes) I could just write random stuff...Poodles poo in puddles. Nutella in space like whoop. Punch a banana. Whales hiccupping.
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Wild Hearts // Ziall
Fanfiction"I won't tell anyone, Niall. I promise." Zayn tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. It had been so long since someone touched me like he did. Why did it have to be Zayn Malik? His dark brown eyes shifted to my covered arms. "You didn't do tha...
