Into an Outsider. (1D Fanfiction)

Typical.

Chapter Two:

{Photo of Becca to the right}

  I couldn't get him out of my mind. His perfectly chesiled jaw, his perfectly shaped lips, his perfectly defined biceps. I remembered that he had a tattoo on his fore arm, but I can't remember exactly what it was. I do remember what he wore. He wore a Boyce Avenue shirt, which means he has good taste in music. He wore, a black coat over his shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans. He looked a bit rugged. I found his rugged style so sexy.

  It is finally lunch time, my favorite part about school. Only because you get to eat food and I'm pretty good at that. Then, I realized Sara, Niall, and Eleanor decided to sit with Louis, Harry, and a bunch of other people that have no clue who I am. Thank goodness there was an empty seat next to Niall. 

 "Hey Becs!" Niall greeted me as soon as I sat next to him. Liam sat across from me. He didn't even acknowledge my exsistence. "So Becca, How are your new classes going?" Sara questioned me from across the table. "They're alright." Translation, they suck. 

Niall tried to keep me in the conversation, but I didn't have much to say therefore I didn't say much at all.

A seat opened up next to Eleanor so I took it. I had to tell someone about him. "Guess what, I saw this really handsome guy while walking to fourth period." I spoke quietly to Eleanor to make sure no one else ease dropped. 

"REALLY! WHAT'S HIS NAME?" 

"Eleanor hush your face! I don't want anyone to know, but I don't know his name. We made some intense eye contact though. Damn! He's so hott."

"Is he in any of your classes?"

"Not yet, but fingers crossed."

"Are you going to talk to him, Becs?" 

"Hell no! I can just admire his beauty from across the room."

"C'mon Becs, You've got to talk to him next time. I know you want to. You'll regret it if you don't."

Eleanor is right. I know I will regret it if I don't, but It's so hard for me to interact for the sake of interacting. Shyness has nothing to do with it. 

The bell rang and we departed in different directions.

My next class was AP language arts. I was the first one to enter into the classroom. My teacher, a tall hispanic man named Mr, Kipps, told me to sit where I pleased. I sat in the front row and watched all the other students walk in and take their seats. No one I knew imparticular walked in until the very last second. Harry Styles strutted his way into the classroom right as the bell rang. "Cutting it close there, huh Styles." Mr, Kipps stood infront of him blocking his seat. "Uh yeah sor-" "Shut up and sit down". Mr, Kipps said sarcastically while stepping out of the way. He began to call our names to make sure we are all here. "...Becca White?" I raised my hand and mumbled the word "here". Suddenly, Mr,Kipps was rudley interrupted by a student walking into the classroom. It was him. I could tell he was nervous. He hesitated walking in. "Who has the audacity to walk into my classroom late?" Mr, Kipps asked. The guy didn't say anything. He just looked over the classroom, scrutinizing each one of our faces, even mine.

"Well you are obviously new, What's your name?" 

"Oh uh, my names Zayn Malik."

"Well Malik, You weren't meandering the halls knowing you were going to be late, were you?" 

"No, I-I just got a little lost...where do I sit?"

"Hmmm, How about you sit next to the girl you think is the prettiest....or guy..."

"Wh-what? Seriously?" 

"Does it look like I'm kidding..." Zayn stood in front of the classroom trying to make his decision. I tried to act like I didn't care about the whole situation, but really my heart was throbbing. I had the sense that he was looking at me, but I tried not to look at him.