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Chapter 2
It was a little class we had. Only 8 or so people. I sat opposite Zayn, placed my artbook down on the table and proceeded with telling the teacher that I was new and wanted to know what I had to do. The teacher was just as lovely as Mr Flynn had been and in no time, organised a blank piece of paper for me to sketch my ideas on, in a table just beside Zayn. I thanked her, taking my seat and began letting the creativity flow through onto the paper below me. I could tell he was looking. By this time, I placed my pencil on the table and slowly turned to face him. He didn't turn around for a second, and so I took the opportunity to take a closer look at his features. My, he had the face of a model. A strong jawline, dark chocolate brown eyes and delicate pink lips which had been gripped loosely by his teeth. It seemed as if such a long time has passed that I had spent observing him. I let out a weak cough, "Um, hi, I'm…" "Jenna.", he finished for me. Wow I was surprised he knew my name, I had only just started today and I'm pretty sure I don't remember seeing him in history class, earlier this morning. I made an awkward smile. "What are you drawing there?", I asked, not wanting to make things feel uneasy. He moved the paper a little away from me. "Oh, it's, um, nothing", he responded. A silence fell between us, and for those few seconds that it did, I began to regret asking him the question. "Umm,", I began, breaking the silence. "It looks as if you're beginning to draw a face…", I continued. "A human face." I said, finishing off. He smiled, trying to conceal it by bitting his lip. I let the subject slip. "I saw you today. Out on the grounds. Alone", I murmured. "Umm, yeah, just wanted to clear my thoughts I guess.", he coughed. "I saw you too", he added. "With Harry and all them", he mumbled, as if not wanting me to hear. "…and all them? What do you mean by that?", I asked. He turned his head to the window. I could tell he was trying to avoid the question. "Oh, it's, umm, nothing. I, I just, um don't particularly….", his voice faded as the sound of the bell rang in the room. "Alright class, off you go", Miss Tamie said, "I'd ask Zayn to stay back please, just to help clean up." I offered my help, but she declined, "That's quite alright, darling, go on now, off to your next class", she said with a shy smile. My thoughts were racing. I wanted to know what it was Zayn was beginning to tell me. I lost my trail when someone jumped on me from behind. "Jennnnnnna", an Irish voice called. "Nialler, you nearly gave me a heart attack!", I said, putting on an angry face. "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to", he said, making puppy dog eyes at me. "Oh, Niall. I'm only joking", I said, smiling at him. "Yaaaaay", he answered, in a little squeaky kid's voice. He then hugged me, wrapping his arms tight around my waist. "Me so happy", he said in that little voice again. I laughed, trying then to force him off me. We nearly wet ourselves coming into class, I'd never laughed so hard. He put up a fight as I tried to get his hands off my waist. "Go away Niall", I said playfully. This time, his hands let go off my waist, as he marched into the class with a childish pout on his face "Fine", he said cutely, before poking his tongue out at me "na na, me no like you", he said. I laughed, he was so adorable. I was surprised we were the second arrivals into class, I thought for sure we'd be late.
It was then that I saw a familiar pair of eyes watching me from the far corner of the room. It was him. Zayn Malik. But how did he manage to clean up after art and still be the first one to Chemistry?
I took my seat next to Niall. I stayed quiet, only nodding when Niall began to face me as he spoke. As each student arrived into class, I turned my head back once more, to the back of the room. And there he was. Still in the same position, looking at me with his eyes fixed.