GUYS THIS STORY IS ACTUALLY MINE OKAY OKAY
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I walked into class, my face blushing like crazy. I was the new girl in this small little town, which meant that I was the only one that didn't know who anyone was. Literally everyone would walk around and say "Hey blah blah!" or "Hey how's your mom?". While all I honesty got was a "Your eyes are weird."
That's all I had been known for wherever I went. My eyes. They were a bright blue. Almost too blue to not notice. It was a blessing and a curse.
I walked in and took a seat towards the back of the room, pulling my bangs down to cover my eyes. I looked down and pulled out my notebook, aimlessly doodling while waiting for the professor to start talking.
"Okay let's get started!" A british accent disruppted the conversation going on in the room. I looked up, briefly scanning up and down his body. I made eye contact with him and blushed before pulling my poor bangs down lower and slouching.
He was hot. Like really hot. His black hair was slicked back into a quiff, bringing out his face. His eyes were an amazing hazel brown colour and his teeth were perfectly straight. The black button up shirt he wore had the sleeves rolled up, showing the ink that covered both arms. He was like sex on legs.
He walked up to the board and wrote his name on the board in elegant writing that flowed from print to cursive on certain letters.
Professor Zayn Malik
"Call me Zayn, call me Professor, call me Malik. I don't care. You all know me anyways." He smiled. His teeth were perfect.
"Not the new chick!" A girl with bubbly blonde hair called from the front.
"We have a new girl? Thanks for telling me Sammy." He smiled at the girl, Sammy. I glared at the back of her head. If only looks could kill.
"Yeah, of course. She's in the back." She turned around pointing at me with a perfectly manicured finger. She winked at me while smirking and turning back around. I looked down, trying to hide my face.
"Come on new girl don't be shy." He walked up the aisle, getting closer to me. I shook my head quickly, trying to give him the memo that I absolutely did not want to be put on the spot. He crouched down so that he was eye level with me and whispered so that only I could hear.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Rose." I whispered back. He smiled.
"Talk to me after class." He winked.
I blushed profusly and quickly covered my face with my hands. Oh my god he was hot.
I passed the class time by staring at the clock and bouncing my knee up and down to the beat of my music hidden in my hood.
When it finally ended I waited until everyone else had left until I walked up to his desk, Sammy was at his desk, flaunting her boobs in Zayn's face. I cleared my throat quietly to get his attention. When he looked up a big grin crossed his face.
"Go away Sammy." He stood up, moving her to the side. She scoffed before flipping her hair and walking out of class.
"Um, you wanted to talk to me?" I asked. He nodded.
"How old are you Rose?" He smirked. My eyes widened. Wasn't there some kind of rule against this?
"I'm only 19." I blushed looking down.
"You're eyes are amazing. Uhm-so I have a question to ask you." He suddenly became nervous. I was worried. Did I do something wrong?
"Would you want to go on a date with me tomorrow after school?" He asked, fidgeting from foot to foot.
