FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Chapter 2: You Again

I walk in through the door and all eyes are on me. Mr Carpentier,my French teacher, turns to follow the eyes looking at me."Miss Rodriguez care to explain why you are," he looked at his watch. "Ten minutes late for class?" I walked over to him to explain what happened and he called Zayn to ask him if it was true. "Zayn is it true you hit her in her face with her locker?" He asked him. "Yeah it's true. Sorry 'bout that by the way." I looked over at him shooting him daggers. He looked in my direction and the look on his face was ridiculous. He was biting the brim of his lip and his brown eyes looked as though he was trying to look into my soul. I mouthed 'stay away from me.' "May I please go sit down now sir?" I asked Mr. Carpentier." Yes both of you take your seats." He replied and we made our way to the seats but my usual seat was taken by: Chelsea Brownsmith. She was the most popular girl and Zayn's f**k buddy. She hated her almost as much as she hated Zayn. Elliott grunted and made her way to the only available seat in class. She loathe that seat. It was in the back and it was next to him. She sat down and took out her books. She started taking down the notes in her notebook. She couldn't help but feel that some one was watching her. She glances over to look at Zayn through the little hair hanging down in her face. He was laughing. Yes laughing. She couldn't help wonder what the hell was laughing for. Then he asked,"What the f**k is with you ?" I sharply turned my head to him giving him daggers and then shooting death glares. Instead of looking at his notebook he smirked. He stared me right in the face. I got so angry and my bloods was pumping swiftly I just couldn't take it anymore. I don't know what came over me and I blurted out, "I've had it with you and your f**king rich boy attitude and all the bulls**t.Why the hell can't you leave me be. I don't want anything to do with you!" He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't. I turned my head to the board and finished writing the notes. "Alright class you will be split into groups of three to do complete an assignment on the different sections in France. It is due on the first of next month. Since I cannot trust you to complete the assignment with your friends then I will be putting you in groups myself. This will be in no particular order.

Group one:Kevin Rickets,Kayla Neale and Franco Deplore

Group two:Melissa Morgan,Andre Freedman and Kate Barimore...

Group thirteen:Chelsea Brownsmith,Zayn Malik and..."

Chelsea turned and winked at Zayn. I think I barfed a little in my mouth. I crossed my fingers and begged that I wouldn't get get picked to be in that group."Grace Lancashire." Thank god I whispered to myself in relief. "Oh sorry. I made a mistake. It's not Grace. It is Elliott Rodriguez."

Shit. Why does stuff like this happen to me? I need to stop jinxing myself. The bell rang. "Bien classe est rejetée ont un bon week end." The class rushed out and I stayed back to talk the assignment pair up. "Monsieur Carpentier que je peux vous demander une question?" Elliott asked. "Oui" He replied."Pourquio avez -vous me mettre avec Zayn et Chelsea?" She asked curiously." Je me sentias à et avant que vous poser aucun. Je vais pas vous mettre Dan in autre groupe. Au revoir Elliott.

Translation:

Mr. Carpentier can I ask you a question?

Yes

Why did you put me with Zayn and Chelsea?

I felt to. And before you ask ,no I will not put you in another group. Good bye Elliott.

Elliott walked out of the class to her locker to find Zayn and Chelsea making out in front of her locker. She anger started to simmer ,then it started to bubble, next thing she knew she was holding Zayn up to his locker. 'How am I even doing this?' she wondered to her self she quickly put him down and released him. "W- what  are we gonna do for the French assignment?"Zayn stuttered before he gained enough of courage to look me in the eye. Chelsea was standing in front of my locker. I pushed her to the side and opened my locker. I showed them the plan for the project." We're doing La Havre. We can finish working on it at my house." Elliott exclaimed after handing them the pile of notes that she gathered from the library to help. "What makes you think that we're going to do those sections. I want to do Paris." Chelsea exclaims. Zayn looked at her with a 'I wouldn't do that if I were you ' look on his face. You know for a jackass he kinda knows a lot about tempers and the fact that I was going to have a big one. I looked Chelsea in the eyes and smiled. She rolled her eyes and continued, " In fact I don't remember anyone electing the nerd girl as head of the assignment. Did we Zayn?" She slightly smirked at Zayn leaning against the wall. "Uh..." Zayn started to answer. "Yeah. Did you?" I asked resting my hand on my thigh. Zayn looked a little frightened about the situation and were he had landed. The middle. He straightened up and cleared his throat." Honestly, I want to do La Havre. Sorry Chelsea. I owe it to her I kinda broke her nose."Zayn answered..Smart boy Elliott thought to herself. "Kinda. Seriously!?" Elliott answered
almost shouting.

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