When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

8; Pens, Cosmo, and Jeans

Zayn

 

I walk into class late.

But unlike high school, no one seems to care. I sneak in as the professor continues to speak, glancing at me but not saying a single word. No "you're late, Zayn. What's your excuse". No nothing. I could get used to this.

I slip into a row and move my way down to an empty slot, dumping down my books. As I sit down, I miscalculate the angle of the table and all my stuff falls to the floor.

Good one, Zayn.

 

"Wow, today isn't your day, is it?" A voice says from beside me.

I sit up, placing everything back on the table carefully. I shake my head, laughing nervously. "Tell me about it."

I open up my books and try and focus on what the professor is talking about, but it's clear I've missed the aim of the lesson. I decide to write down the notes shown up on the screen and dig into my pockets to find my pen.

But I can't find it.

I hastily check my other pocket, and every possible pocket that's on me. How the fuck could I have forgotten a pen? Who does that? I flick through my books and check on the floor but I find nothing. I groan and rub my hands across my face.

When I look back up I see a blue pen hovering in front of me. I stare at it for a second, confused. Is this a dream?

"Well, are you gonna take it?" The same voice says again.

I turn and finally get a look at who's beside me. A girl looks back at me equipped with short brown wavy hair with the tips dyed blonde and olive green eyes. I can't even count the number of piercings she has in her ear, and she has a small ring in her nose also. Black rimmed glasses are perched on her nose and she wears a Ramones shirt.

I grab the pen from her hands. "Thanks," I say.

She gives a twisted smile, like she's about to laugh and looks back ahead. "No problem."

"So, biopsychology," the professor announces. "What is it? It is the analysis of how the brain and neurotransmitters affect our behaviour. If you turn your attention to the next slide I have a detailed image of one's brain. The annotations here describe the different parts and how each one has a different impact on the body."

"What the hell is that word?" I ask aloud, squinting at the screen.

"What word?" The girl beside me asks a few seconds later.

I point with my/her pen. "Left of the screen, under behaviour."

Hesitation. "Cerebral cortex."

I write it down and then look at it for a while. "What is that?"

"Well, it says on the screen that it is the outermost part of the brain."

"Right, thank you. I could not see that."

"Clearly."

"Or not so clearly."

I hear a small laugh.

I turn to her, holding out my hand. "I'm Zayn, by the way."

She looks at me, as if thinking about my introduction and deciding whether I'm worthy enough of hers. She puts her hand in mine. "Emma."

I smile. "Nice to meet you, Emma. I think you're a good person to sit beside."

"Oh, well thank you. I feel very honoured," she replies.