I fell in love with a boy.

chapter 2: my deskmate

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"Zayn! I'm new here... Do you mind... if I join... you for lunch?" He stammered nervously.

"Well...I'm having lunch with Harry, One of my close friend. If you think it's alright then you can tag along!" I said.

"It's not a bad idea after all. Tag along!" persuaded the glib-tongued Harry.

Throughout the lunch break, the three of us remained silence. Niall seemed to have been starved for days. He polished off all the rice, leaving not even a grain. Stupefied, Harry and I were speechless. I did realized that around our table, there were girls swooning. As expected, they were definitely swooning over Niall, the new student. They were more than thrilled. It was pretty obvious from their animate actions and exaggerated tones. Many girls pretended to pass by and even winked at him. However, Niall lowered his eyes and managed a sheepish smile.

After lunch, the three of us wandered aimlessly around the school and finally made our way back to class.

Time surely flies really quickly. It was the end of school. Book stewed aside while students rushed out of the class. Girls were still surrounded around Niall, trying to get his attention. Looking at this situation, I don't know why but it feels like I'm angry at those girls. I glared at them with bulging eyes, looking at my unhappy like face, the crowd slowly dispersed. I felt like disapproval was written all over my face.

Everything else was a blur except for Niall's dumbfounded face in my vision.

I left the classroom by standing up abruptly and pushing my chair away so violently that it toppled with a loud thud.

I walked home with heavy steps. As i quickened my steps, I heard there were footsteps that increase it's speed too. My heart was pounding wildly. Beads of perspiration formed on my fore head and my hands became clammy.

"Could it be a robber?"
"Or even a rapist?"

The harder I tired to keep my mind from wild thoughts, the faster my mind raced. Without hesitation, I ran with all my might until my legs turned weak. As I reached my house's doorstep, I was immobilized with fear. I immediately unlocked the door as fast as I could and learnt against the wall, trying to catch my breath.

The moment I reached home, Mum buried me under an avalanche of questions, "Where have you been? What's wrong? What's happening? Why are you out of breath? Where's Niall?"

Wait what? "Where's Niall?" Did Mum just said that?