English Class

15 - (Beneath the surface)

My heart pounds in my chest and adrenaline rush through my veins. I couldn't care less if I sound rude, but he irritates me.

"You missed your classes today so.." he trails off, running his hand through his dark hair. "so I came to see if you were okay."

He eyes my almost naked thighs momentarily before his eyes look into mine. I curse myself for wearing a short that almost looks like briefs, but thankfully I'm wearing a long half-sleeved black tshirt.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Oh.." Is all I can say. Never in my few days here, had I thought that Zayn cares about people. I might have misjudged him but what he did was a factor to do so.

"How did you know where my room is?"

"Aren't you gonna let me in?" He asks, ignoring my question. A genuine smile across his face.

No, I protest in my head.

I bite on my upper lip, feeling nervous as hell. I tuck away my hair behind my hair.

I'm trying as hard as I can to come up with any excuse so I wouldn't let him in but my father's words linger in my head.

Try to be nice with everyone, specially whom you dislike.

Hesitating, I sigh and motion my hand for him to come in.

"Thank you," he gives me a brief nod, stepping inside the room.

Having him here doesn't sound appealing at all...

Zayn stands behind me silently as I close the door. I turn to him and choose to be polite with him as possible as I can. "Please, have a seat." I smile weakly.

He thanks me once again before making his way inside. I hope he doesn't choose to sit on my bed, or else I wouldn't be able to sleep or even sit on it.

Thankfully, he sits on Jazz's bed, dipping the mattress under his weight. He intertwines his fingers and rests his elbows on his knees. "So?" He flashes me an adorable smile. "Mind caring to share why you didn't attend your classes?"

"Are you stalking me or something?" I giggle a bit and make my way towards where I have left my notes.

I think typing out the essay would be the best distractions from being irritated by Zayn's presence right now.

"No," he runs his hand through his hair, smiling. "I just... didn't see you today in English." He shrugs.

I grab my laptop and notes and set them down on my bed. "I see.." I raise an eyebrow, teasing him. He doesn't seem to notice at all so I try to come up with something to talk about. "So.. anything excited happened in English?"

"Naaah!" He shakes his head, elongating his yet simple reply. "You know the usual, sans you being there."

At this, my heart races and my mind alerts.

"Ok-kay-y." I stutter, growing uncomfortable even more.

Right now, I'm kicking myself mentally for letting him in. I really am stupid.

With the corner of my eye, I glimpse to where he is seated as my hands roll the duvet to the side of the bed. I plop down on my stomach and as quickly as I can, I bring the duvet around my lower limbs, stopping at my waist. My elbows are supporting my weight.

"What are you doing?" He asks when he notices me switching on my laptop.

Non of your business!

"I'll type my English essay so I could print it out. It's due tomorrow." I reply boldly, waiting impatiently for the damn device to function. "By the way, did you finish yours?" I turn my head towards his direction.

He simply nods.

I return my attention to the screen.

"Good stuff." I sarcastically say as I type the password speedily and log in. Then, I take out the scrambled, rushed written notes so I could type them.

A flood of emotions surround my heart when my eyes land on the screen display. It's me, the old me, the younger Alex who was happy, dressed in a simple black sleek dress. It was the day I was waiting for...

"Alex, what did you write about?" His soft voice kicks in, damn the boy has my attention easily. I'm grateful that he interrupted my wrecked memories otherwise I would have teared up right in front of him - and that's the last thing I want on my list.

"Scorpions," I look and gift him a smile. He returns the sweet gesture but I'm caught off guard when he frowns.

"Alex, your eyes are glossy. Are you," he swallows. "I don't want to be rude but are you going to cry?"

A lump grows in my throat. "N-o," my breath hitches. I try to swallow without letting Zayn to notice, but I fail. His eyes narrow and his face is pulled into a mask of confusion. "Why would I?" I blink severely as my eyes feel the warmth forming.

He stands up from his position, causing my heart to race. His movements are slow and concerning.

Please don't, please don't, please don't.

I look up at him and watch him carefully as he crotches down. He balances himself, his knees on the floor and his hands on the bed supporting his weight as he leans.

"Your pretty eyes do not deserve to tear up," both of his left and right thumbs brush softly over my eyes, and involuntary they close, quivering. "Keep them close," one of his damp thumbs brushes over my cheek and over my jawline.

"You're too beautiful to cry over anything. Whatever or whoever the reason is, isn't worth your tears nor your feelings." His voice breaks through my ears, to my veins, directly to my heart.

Zayn doesn't seem as bad as he looks. He's a human after all, and humans do make mistakes. Nobody is perfect, nobody. Everyone has flaws and that's what makes them unique and different from each other.

My lips tremble when his soft thumb brushes over my lower lip. My heart races crazily as his hot minty breath hit my nostrils. No one has ever caused my heart to come to a stop but Brayan and now, it's Zayn.

Coming to the realization, he presses his cold lips to mine. His both, large hands cup my face as he molds his lips with mine forcefully, catching them in between his.

FINALLY!!!! I updated, by the way guys, I'm starting a new Zayn fanfic soon named "Mess" and I would appreciate it if you guy support me :)