records {z.s.}

2.

The next day was in fact, another boring, normal day for Zayn but one thing did seem to ruin his day. It was third period and he had just stepped out of his class to get a quick swig of water from the fountain. He counted his steps as he walked, distracting himself.

One, two, three, four, five...

As Zayn bent himself down to the spicket, he heard a quick tear in something and felt the cold air seep through his boxers. He lightly shivered, and with wide-eyes, jogged to the bathroom, making sure no one had seen him. When he turned around in the mirror, he noticed a slight rip on his jeans exactly where his right butt cheek was. It wasn't a large rip, but it wasn't a small rip either. He debated for a couple of minutes with himself, pacing in the bathroom.

"Okay....sprint to the nurse's office on the other side of the school...or just go back to class and hope no one notices it?"

As much as he knew he was going to regret it, he just stepped out of the bathroom, trying to walk normally, and made his way back to class. After all, he could easily cover it up if he just let his backpack sling down a bit further and even if someone noticed it, they couldn't see his actual butt cheek, just his boxers.

He stepped into the classroom and felt relived as usual, no one decided to notice him. He quietly tip-toed his way to his seat that was close enough to the door and waited anxiously for the class to end. Too bad it was only third period.

+ + +

It was by now, seventh period and so far, no one even acknowledged him in the hallways besides bumping into him. He glanced at the clock.

"One hour and seventeen minutes to go"

He would do this about every half-hour then it decreased to every twenty minutes, followed by every ten minutes, and now every five minutes. He just didn't want to have his little problem noticed and then pointed and laughed at by everyone for the rest of his miserable life.

He quickly tapped his foot to the count of seconds as he pretended to pay attention to his teacher's lesson.

"One hour and twelve minutes..."

"Hey mute!"

Zayn froze. As did the teacher, as did the rest of his classmates.

"Y-Yes?" Zayn turned around to the voice. It came from a snarky girl named Annabelle.

"Would you mind keeping your damn foot still? Jesus you're so weird."

He nodded gently and mumbled an apology. The teacher stood for a moment and stared at Zayn and he felt the blush rise in his cheeks. But then his gaze drifted towards Annabelle.

"As I was saying..." his teacher snarled and continued on with his lesson.

Once Zayn felt all of the eyes off of his back, he let his tension release and the blush fade from his olive-toned cheeks.

+ + +

Now Zayn was in his final moments of eighth period and he anticipated getting on his bus home.

He was still slightly embarrassed from the outburst of Annabelle last period but it made him feel better that she hadn't made a comment about his torn jeans.

He ran a hand through his hair as his English teacher assigned yet another ten page essay, this one was to be written on Romeo and Juliet, written by Shakespeare.

"Now I am to inform you all that there will be tryouts for the play based on this book next week, Monday, right after school. I would encourage all of you to tryout." she handed out a small informative sheet of paper about it and a monologue for us to practice with.

Zayn thought about it for a minute. He did slightly enjoy the book though as confusing as it was. It was a bit stupid but it had a lot of logic behind it and proved a love for someone. Trying out didn't seem all that bad...because he would have just been performing in front of the English teacher. But...performing it in front of a couple hundred people absolutely frightened him to bits and a shiver shuddered through his body.

He hadn't realized it as he was deep in thought but his hands were slightly shaking, did it really frighten him enough to shake? He cleared his thoughts and quickly stood up, grabbing his things as the last bell of the day rung. He let his backpack sling down far enough that no one was able to see anything.

He let out a deep yawn and slightly stretched his arms out as he made his way down the hall. But just as he let his arm fall back down by his sides, something slammed into him from behind and he was on the floor. He looked up to see Andy, standing there and laughing his heart out.

"Ya have a nice fall, mute?" His laugh was extremely ugly. His shoulders bounced up and down and he sounded more like a walrus but of course, Zayn kept this to himself.

As Andy said his joke, other laughs erupted around him, making Zayn feel weak and helpless....which he was. Then, as everyone started to slightly quiet down, you could hear the familiar deep voice coming towards the crowd.

"What the hell happened here?" Harry approached everyone, his face scrunched in disbelief.

"Mute, here had a little trip." everyone bursted in small giggles at his words. Except for Harry.

Harry leaned down, his hand stretched out, a small frown on his face, "Zayn....are you okay?"