Sitting in math, the teacher was walking around the tables collecting in homework. When she got to your table, you handed her the sheet of paper and she turned her attention to the boy you sit next to. Zayn Malik, and it was no surprise that he hadn’t done it. “For tomorrow morning.” The teacher said, turning and walking away. Zayn made a face when her back was turned and you rolled your eyes. Halfway through the period, you heard someone whispering your name. Turning your head, you saw one of the girls leaning over, folded piece of paper in her hand. “Give it to Zayn.” She whispered. Taking the paper from her, you threw it in front of Zayn. “From Olivia.” You mumbled, continuing to do your work. “Hey, Abby.” Zayn whispered from behind you. “What?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. “Pass this back to Olivia.” He said, handing you the note. You groaned, passing the note back. This happened all the time, every girl was inlove with Zayn and wanted to be with him, all but you. He was the ‘bad boy’, the complete opposite of you. When the bell rang, you packed your bag, swinging it over your shoulder and walking out of the class behind everyone. While you were walking, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you. Ignoring the feeling, you made your way to the lunch hall, sitting down at the table your friends were at. After eating, you all sat there, just talking until you had to leave for 5th period. You were in science with Y/F/N, so you walked with her. “He’s watching you.” She whispered, leaning against the wall. “Who?” You asked, you eyebrows furrowing. “Zayn Malik.” She said, her eyes following him. You turned your head, seeing Zayn leaning against the wall talking to Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, and Liam Payne, his friends. Quickly turning around when you saw his eyes on you. “No, he’s probably looking at one of them.” You said, nodding your head towards the girls standing next to you, although you knew he had been watching you. You sat through a boring period of science and then went to 6th period which was english, and Y/F/N was in your english class. You’s were watching a movie in english, so everyone really just sat and talked. You walked to and from school, so you walked home, and walked back the next morning. Lucky you, you had double math. You were sitting in your seat when the bell rang, but the teacher still wasn’t there. “Hey.” Zayn mumbled, pulling his chair back and sitting down. You fake gasped, “On time?” He rolled his eyes and shrugged. You were silent for a moment, turning your head towards Zayn, you asked “Did you do the homework?” “Shit, no.” He mumbled, pulling the math textbook from his bag and dropping it on his desk. When the teacher walked in, the first thing she done was ask Zayn for his homework, saying if he didn’t have it she’d be speaking to his parents. “I don’t have it.” He mumbled. “And that means you didn’t even bother trying.” The teacher spoke. “He did it, he just forgot to lift it.” You spoke before you could stop yourself. Well, there went you never answering back to teachers. “And how do you know?” “Because i was with him, i helped him.” You lied. The teacher glared at you, “Very well. It better be in tomorrow morning, first thing otherwise i will be speaking to your parents Mr Malik.” He nodded. As you were walking out of class Zayn caught up with you. “Why’d you do that?” He asked. “Because, by the look on your face, you can’t have her speaking to your parents because there’s alot going on.” You told him, continuing to walk. “Yeah, but now i have to do it.” He complained. You shrugged, turning the corner and leaving him behind. And sure enough, your little lie about being with Zayn was quickly spread around. All during lunch, girls were glaring at you, many of them asking if you two were together, what happened and things like that. And every time you snuck a glance at him, there was a crowd of girls with him, but his eyes always seemed to be on you. “Abby, you know if the teachers find out you lied for him-” You cut your friend off with a sigh. “I know, but i couldn’t stop myself. He looked like he’d been through a tough time.” You said, resting your head in your hands. The girls shook their heads with a sigh. On the friday, all through school, you friends would constantly tell you that Zayn was watching you. That he was completly ignoring everyone else. And by 6th period when y/f/n told you he was watching you, you groaned. “Would shut up about that? Please?” “Sorry.” She mumbled. You apolagised for snapping at her but she brushed it off, and you carried on like normal. When the bell rang for the end of class, everyone rushed to get out and get home. Unfortunately, it had started raining, and you were walking. And as you started to walk along the path, someone shouted on you. Turning around you saw Zayn motioning for you to go over to him, so you slowly did. “What?” You asked. “Need a ride home?” “No.” “Yeah, you do. It’s raining, and i don’t want you to walk and get soaked.” When he wouldn’t leave you alone, you gave in, letting him drive you home. “Why’d you want to take me home?” You furrowed your brows, as you waited for a red light to turn green. “Cause you helped me out in math. I’m repaying you. And i, um, maybe sorta like you.” He said, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blushing. “You like me? Me?” You asked. “Yes. I like you. And before you say anything about me, just give me a chance, i’m not all bad you know.” “And what if i don’t?” You asked, a smile creeping onto your lips. “Well, your not getting out of the car until you say you’ll go on a date with me.” He chuckled. “On that case, fine.” You said, turning your head to look out of the window as you smiled.
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