"Hope you know I'm a guy"
A guy???
Wait, why am I worrying about this? Either way if it was a girl or boy, I should be flattered!
But there is this one thing that bothers me; how does he know where I live?
"Zayn?"
How does he know my-
"Zayn!"
My thoughts were cut short as the teacher yelled to get my attention. I guess I was in such deep thought that I forgot I was still in class.
Mr. G eyed me curiously, "Mr. Malik, you do know class ended 10 minutes ago, right?"
I looked around the classroom only to find out that the class was completely empty. What the hell is wrong with me?
"My apologies sir" I quickly gathered my things and ran out the classroom. Ugh this kid is messing me up!!!
I wonder if I'll ever get to meet him who's- dare I say it?- Intriguing me as well.
Should I write him a note, answer back?
After a few moments of arguing with myself, I decided to do it.
I ripped out a piece of paper and began to think of things to write.
Dear SA,
Who are you? Maybe te-
Really Zayn? Who are you? I'm so... oh Lord help this child.
I crumpled the paper and pulled out another.
Dear SA,
I may never find out who you truly are but may you at least give me some clues, hints? Help me know who you are, at least a little?
- Zayn.
I sighed as I looked at the paper, "I'm so dumb."
I taped the note on my locker, hoping that he'll see it.
