It is winter. I look out my window. The sky is covered with clouds. I sigh. I wonder when the sun is going to come out. I have always liked winter but I don't know why I just miss the sun now. The blooming flowers and ...you know.....all of that?
I sit on my bed and continue to play my guitar. And , then, I get a text.
"Jess: yo, pink streaks, r u free?"
I roll my eyes. I have a front cut and my fringe, I have gotten it couloured pink and I have slight pink streaks at the ends, hence, this nickname from my best friend, Jessica.
"Me: my name's Zee, by the way."
I wait for her reply but it doesn't come. I start strumming on my guitar again. But as I finish the intro, her text intterupts me. Wow, she has a perfect timing, doesn't she?
"Jess: whoa, no need to get all caps lock with your name's first letter."
But I ignore it, I gotta continue my song, I don't like stopping while I am playing my guitar, especially if the flow is going really good.
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"Wow, thanx for replying to my text", Jess says with a sarcastic tone.
Oh yeah, oops! I am in school, in my homeroom.
"Eh.....I didn't get it...?", I reply to her question....but mainly questioning my lie as well.
"Right", she says.
"Sowy", I say.
"Settle down, class!", Ms. Clarke says as she enters the class. We go scramming back to our seats.
"We have a new student today?", she asks.
We look around. Nope, didn't see a new face since the morning.
"Well", she says, "I was told that we are going to ge...."
"Sorry I'm late!", a guy rushes into the class, interrupting Ms. Clarke.
"Ah", Ms. Clarke says, "you are the new student, I suppose?"
He nods.
"Why are you late for your first day Mr....?"
"Zayn Malik", the guy replies, filling in his name.
"Alright then, Mr. Malik", she says, "why are you late?" She crosses her arms.
I guy shifts his bag around his shoulders.
"I ...uh....", he says, "woke up late......."
Some of us in the class giggle. I can already see some of the girls in our class finding him amusing. And the giggles were not the kind when you make fun of someone.....they find him charming.
"On the first day of your school?", Ms. Clarke questions, clearly NOT amused.
He doesn't answer.
"You may sit", Ms.Clarke says, pointing toward the spare seat behind mine.
Wait, what? That is where Sarah sits! We have a great time talking and well, she is my close friend! (Not as close as Jess though). She had to be absent today!
He nods and takes his seat.
"Sorry m'am", he says.
Alright, I thought he had attitude problems but he might not be all that bad.
He is in most of my classes. And during science I see him already flirting with the glamour queen of our class, Bianca. Or maybe it is her who is flirting. I don't know. But he is new, he should be given some space, right? She already has fired her drama gun at him.
Anyway, I sit down at my place, next to my lab partner, James.
"Hey", I say.
"Hey", he relplies with a faint smile.
He is a geeky guy and I mostly see him alone so I try to talk to him to make him feel less uncomfortable when he is not around people. We get along well. I also copy homework from him saomtimes.....or maybe most of the times.
"Alright class", Sir says, "settle down."
People start shifting and going to their places.
"That means you too, Bianca", Sir says.
She is still there flirting with.....what was his name....?
Zach?
"Okay", so we have a new student, huh?", he says, "what is your name, boy?"
"Zayn", he says," Zayn Malik."
Not Zach, then.
"Well, I don't really have any lab partner assigned for you...", he says, "how about you join some pair for today?"
He nods.
"Alriighhtt", he says, looking around, "James! He is a good student, you'll learn well from him."
He points toward us and Zayn takes his bag and a spare chair and joins a table with mine.
"Hey", he says to us.
We reply.
"You James?", he asks me and starts laughing at his own joke.
"Uh.....", I say, not finding his joke amusing.
"Alright", Zayn coughs, "excuse my sense of humour.....anyway, what's your name?"
"Zee",I say, "Zee Grace."
"Nice to meet you", he smiles and gives out his hand and I shake it.
"No talking!", Sir orders, specifically talking about us.
This guy is charming.
And, no, I don't mean my sir.
