Into an Outsider. (1D Fanfiction)

Embarrassment.

Chapter Three:

Zayn's POV:

  This is already my third time getting completely lost. Now having to walk into an unfamiliar class and having everyone in it stare at you. How much worse can it possibly get? Well, Ill tell you. Now my teacher is telling me I have to sit next to the prettiest girl in the clasroom! I don't like being on the spot, this is so uncomfortably for me. I was very static, It was hard for me to continue my thoughts or to even move.  

   I looked across the room, I could feel every pair of eyes piercing into my skin. There was only one girl imparticular that caught my attention. She was the only one in the room not looking at me. I couldn't get a clear view of her face, but her thick dirty blonde hair and her long red coat, were familiar to me. I've seen her in the hall way!

   She really captured my interest. She was different. 

"C'mon man, would you pick a seat already." My teacher started to get impatient with me. I slowly made my way to the desk next to her. When I sat down she ended up looking at me. I smiled back at her, she grinned and started blushing. I heard someone in the background, they laughed sarcastically. It was some curly haired jerk, I just gave him the shut-the-fuck-up look. He did. 

Becca's POV:

    I was utterly surprised when Zayn sat next to me. The both of us smiled at eachother, but his smile quickly faded into a virulent expression. His anger was obviously toward Harry. He scoulded him. Zayn clearly does not like Harry at all. Which only makes me even more attracted to him!

"Alright well class, I always beileved that a class made up of students who are more comfortable with eachother, make for a better learning enviorment, so each one of you will stand up and introduce yourself followed by some facts about yourself".

I hate doing stuff like this. I never know what 'facts' I should say about myself. I didn't really pay attention to the first few people, because of that they're left unknown. When Harry stood up, I zoned back into reality. 

"Hi...I'm Harry...I'm seventeen years old and I'm single..."

The class chuckled, but Zayn and I remained quiet. "Jeez Talk faster kid, you guys this isn't that hard, What are your hobbies?" Mr Kipps helped Harry out a little since he clearly didn't get it.  

 "I can sing...I sing a lot actually" Harry said in his so slow, so raspy voice. I was kind of impressed with the fact that he sings. 

More people went on introducing themselves. This strange kid in the very back said his name is John and he does nothing. I've never seen him before. The rest told the class pointless facts about themselves,  I've already forgotten them. "Miss, It's your turn." It took me a second to realize I was next. I still have no clue what I am going to say.

"I'm Becca White, I-I'm seventeen...a-and uh...." I tried not to look at anyone, but the teacher. I could feel everyones' attention on me. 

".....uh.....I sing and I'm a songwriter...I-I also play the guitar..." I quickly slide down into my seat, everyone was still looking at me. Why?

"Another singer and according to Malik over here, you're the prettiest in the classroom, well at least to him you are."

I looked at Zayn, hunched over in his seat. He didn't look at me at all, his embarrassment was showing. Zayn's turn came rather quickly. 

"My names Zayn Malik, but I'm sure you all know that already. I'm eighteen and I'm a songwriter/ singer. I skateboard quite a bit too. uh yeah...That's it."

HE SINGS TOO! Where has he been my whole life! I realized how much I'm smiling, I should probably relax my face before he notices. 

"Damn, three singers in here. You three should start a band or something." All three of us avoided the comment, we looked down upon the ground. Mr Kipps talked the rest of the period. It seemed endless, but being this close to Zayn made it worth sitting through. The bell rang and we all got up in a rush to escape this torture chamber. I was right infront of Zayn. I wanted to talk to him so bad, but I don't know what to say. I had a inner battle with myself. My cowardly side said to keep walking there is too much that can go wrong, but my brave side said to just do it, just say hi. Bravery lost the battle. My cowardly side conquered therefore I kept walking. 

I almost reached the end of the hallway before someone grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the double doors in front of me. 

"Ow.........Zayn?"