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Chapter 3
Chemistry just seemed to drag on and on. I had to keep myself from turning around. This is crazy. I was still trying to, after almost half an hour, to figure what it was he wanted to tell me and how he had managed to come to chemistry from art so quickly. Alright, I'll let it slip, I thought to myself. Niall started to become concerned. All I had done whilst he was talking to me was just nod. That Zayn Malik had really messed up my world. I tried to focus on my work. Okay Jenna, relax you're over analysing the situation. He just had a few brushes to pack away and he probably blasted his way through the corridors to Chemistry. Just then my thoughts became muddled; a familiar voice had just asked the teacher something. I heard the person with the voice getting up from a chair, beginning to walk. And then a large thump. I quickly turned to see what had happened. The body of Zayn had just tumbled to the floor, obviously someone had tripped him.
"What's wrong Malik? Bit uncoordinated are we?" the voice of a boy snorted.
The class raged in laughter. Even Niall joined in, but Zayn didn't say a word. He just got up and continued to walk to the door, gazing in my direction as he walked out, with a sad expression implemented on his face. The class was still laughing. I couldn't understand why they would be so heartless. The poor kid tripped for God's sake, and no one even managed to help him. I knew I had to see if he was alright. I went to the teacher and asked if I would be excused for going to the bathroom. Thankfully she said 'yes', no troubles there, but the look Niall gave me as I was walking out scared me. He looked as if he was going to tear someone to shreds. Yee, what's up with him?
I went into the bathroom, although I doubted Zayn would be there after the previous incident in the classroom. Well, it's worth a try, I thought to myself, opening the door to the boy's bathroom. Luckily the room was empty, all except a little noticeable shadow that could be seen from the corner of the room.
"Zayn? Zayn, is that you?", I asked.
The shadow appeared larger now, and quite so, as the figure stood up.
"Jenna?", Zayn's face appeared from behind the corner. "Wh-what are you doing here?" "Zayn, I know what he did to you. Back in class, where you fell." "I-I just tripped. It was nothing." "Zayn, come on, you know someone purposely tripped you. The whole class laughed, and the arrogant comment he made at the end was horrible." "Jenna, I tripped, really it was nothing. You shouldn't be worried about me. I tripped. It was an accident." "It was no accident Zayn. That kid tripped you on purpose", I snapped. "Jenna, you should probably go back to class. I'm fine, really. Come on, please don't get yourself involved." The rage built up inside of me. "Fine. Fine, I will go back to class. But maybe next time, don't lie to me or cover things up by saying it was an accident. I know you didn't trip by accident and I know that you're not fine.", and with that, I walked to the door, slammed it behind me and began my route back to class. I was so angry at him, I didn't know why. I scared myself, and I knew it wasn't his fault. My God, I'm such a horrible person. Why had I snapped at him? He did nothing wrong. I felt the same amount of guilt as when Niall had laughed at him for being tripped. I walked into class, closed the door behind me, and proceeded to my seat. Niall seemed to have calmed down after I had left. "You were gone long", he said. "Thanks for the fact of the day. I really didn't know that, did I?", I said sarcastically. What is with me? I was fine in the morning, I was fine at break. Now, I'm some crazy hot-tempered bitch. Niall looked scared. I didn't blame him. "I'm sorry, Niall. Ever since art I've not been feeling myself..." "Eh, that's alright", he said politely with a smile. "It's probably that Malik kid. He's in your art, right?" "Um, yeah, yeah he is.", was all I could respond with, before Zayn entered the classroom. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. As he walked past my desk, I heard the same snotty voice call out to him:
"Hey Malik, spent a long time on the potty, aye? You big baby."
I could feel the hurt inside of Zayn; it was made worse when people again began to rage with laughter. What did they have against him? I gathered my thoughts, and as the bell rang, I packed up my things slowly, making sure that I was the last in the class to be left alone with Zayn. I knew I had to apologise for snapping at him before. Niall said he'd meet me out on the grounds with the crew – same spot as this morning. I replied with a weak "Yeah okay", before making it look as if I had to ask the teacher a question. I lagged behind and finally, it was just me and Zayn. He seemed as if he was avoiding me. Not facing my direction and only making distinct eye contact. By this point, I had realised that I didn't even know what I was going to say to him or how I was going to apologise. Well there goes my plan, I thought. I felt pretty stupid, and decided it was best to just leave the room. Not looking back at him, I made my way to my locker, packed my books and proceeded to the canteen. The line was pretty long, but luckily for me there was still food left. I ordered, got my food and made a sudden turn towards the grounds where I sat this morning. With the sudden turn, my food made its way on somebody's clothing. Avoiding the face, and the laughter that surrounded me, I quickly apologised, and tried to clean the mess by offering tissues to the person. My head was down the whole time, but after my apology, I managed to sneak a glance as to whom I had spilt my food. And yep, as if he had been following me throughout the day. There he was again. Zayn Malik. I could feel my face heating up. I had to get out of the situation. After quickly offering a dozen more tissues for the mess and another apology, I blotted past him. I could not face him. Not again. Making my way through the grounds I finally found the crew. Please don't ask me why I took so long. Please don't ask me why I took so long…please don't ask… "What took you so long?", the concerned face of Harry gazed at me. "Ah, long story...", I said. "Your face looks like it's burning", said Niall, with the same concerned look plotted over his face. "Umm, yeah, just a had little embarrassing moment at the canteen…looks like I don't hide my embarrassment very well…" Niall let out a laugh. "What?", I said. "Come sit down next to me and tell us what happened.", said Niall. Oh boy, I thought. This is going to be one hell of a story…