Niall’s POV
So far, my first class went pretty much well. I was enjoying my place in the faculty room when a carefree colleague interrupted.
“Hey, look what we have here… a new teacher,” the messy-haired man said in a sing-song manner. I was rather baffled because I couldn’t figure out his intention. Was he going to persuade me to join an alliance of teachers or what? Was he going to ask me to throw a gathering for me to be acquainted with my other colleagues?
“My name’s Louis Tomlinson. I’m an educator in theater arts,” he said letting out his right hand.
“Niall Horan… I’m teaching mathematics,” I replied engaging myself into a handshake. God, I was over-thinking. He wanted just an introduction of himself.
“Mathematics, eh? COOL!”
“Yeah. But Theater Arts is way cooler.”
“Nah. You don’t have to say that. By the way, have you eaten lunch?”
“Uhm,” before I knew it, my stomach grumbled.
“Haha. I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
I got up and trailed after him into the cafeteria. We had a little bit of chat, the rest were chews, and most of them were made by me. Almost full, we headed back to the faculty room and started preparing for our next classes.
“So long, mate. It was really nice meeting you,” Louis said exiting the room with a cassette player in one hand.
I managed to wave my hand while gathering my stuff for my next class. I thought to myself that adjusting to this place wouldn’t be a huge problem anymore for me. Thanks for Mr Louis Tomlinson.
Zayn’s P.O.V.
I trailed off to my boss’ office with furrowed eyebrows.
“Mr Malik, I have received a complaint from one of your colleagues, and let’s keep his identity confidential, that you’re a credit-grabber.”
“WHAT! That’s a grave indictment! How did I turn out to be a credit-grabber? Sir, I’m very much conscious with my work ethics.”
“Well, someone accuses you for stealing the idea for a certain caricature,” he said flashing the same caricature I set my eyes on earlier. To my surprise, he held out a similar one, but this time it had a different signature.
“Well, this might be just pure coincidence. I didn’t steal anything. My idea was novel.”
“Mr Malik, if you want to protect your reputation, I think it’s time for you to be separated from the payroll.”
“What? Why are you so impulsive? You can’t do this to me,” I exclaimed with tears streaming down my face.
“I’m sorry. I can’t just tolerate this. I’ll keep this conflict within this company, don’t worry. You better find a job in another company.”
“You’re out of your mind. Totally! Well, I must say this, someday you’ll regret this. Terminating me? Fine, I’m going to make your rival company richer. And it will be a great pleasure for me. Screw you!”
I burst out of his damn office. I was pretty sure he’s heavily influenced. Not by alcohol or drugs, I knew a colleague of mine related to him. And that asshole… he’s jealous of me.
I thought of buying myself a drink to let things slide before I put my best foot forward and find a job. A bottle of vodka wouldn’t be so bad. After purchasing, I started to exhibit what they call bottom’s up.
Then I exclaimed, rather not-so-sober, “Aaaaaaaaaaargh. Curse this day!”
