RACHEL'S P.O.V
"So like Africa is a apart of America" zayn asked "your not getting it" I said in frustration. Currently I been assigned to tutor zayn but there is only one word to describe him Stupid. I mean no offense to him but he's is not what you call a good I.Q just saying. "Why cant we work on homework tomorrow" zayn whined. "No we need to get it done today cause its due tomorrow" i said holding up the paper in his face "ugh" he looked like a two year old boy with that expression on his. I had a laugh. :-D. Our torturing session was over I only hoped he gets above a 60 on his homework. Lately zayn has been hanging out with me and everyone looks at him weird. I mean I not the most hated girl in the school but im definitely not liked in my school. I kno its sucks. Zayn is very popular noted to the fact that he's has only been to our school for only a month and a half. Weird right? Its only because he's hot. I walked out of Zayn huge house to accidentally bumped into someone .Louis. Just my damn luck "sorry" I said while trying to leave quickly. "What the hell are you doing in zayns house" he said confused "I mean who would hang out with a loser like you" he added "I tutor him" I said trying to walk away then I stopped "why are you at Zayn house" I asked. That was the first time I ever spoke to Louis without being scared of him hitting me. He stopped to think about what I just did and he looked at me weird like I was some gum on the side if the road "cause he's my friend" Louis finally said. I guess he saw my face look mortified so he said "wait Is Zayn your friend too cause if he is ill be damned" he said trying to get me upset. Guess what im not. I looked at him and said "what would Zayn be friends with a lowlife who likes to hurt other people" I said and then I walked away at a medium pace I didn't say I was totally not scared of him. Im gonna die tomorrow why did I ever say that to Louis as much as he deserves it its gonna cost me ya kno my life ok maybe im exaggerating little but now its my turn to myself S-T-U-P-I-D.
