His eyes are fixed on mine from across the room. He is smiling. It's a barely-there smile; one side of his lips is pulled barely a millimetre higher than the other. His brown eyes are studying my body but I don't feel self conscious. He is sexy. Bad boy sexy. “My name is Zayn,” the new boy nods to the class. He makes eye contact with every single person here, showing that he is boss: that he is not scared.(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs