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Chapter 5
That break I sat in silence. I couldn't think of what Niall would have against him and yet I was still angry at him for calling Zayn a douche bag. "You alright Jen?", Emma asked. "Umm yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired maybe.", I answered. Thank God the bell rang. I stood up, picked up my stuff and began pacing towards my next class; French. Harry ran toward me, "Hey, wait up", he called. He caught up to me quickly. "Umm, Niall told me what happened", he said suddenly. I was taken aback. "What? Him calling Zayn a douche bag?", I replied sternly. "Yeah… he feels bad for saying it. He said you looked pretty angry at him." "Yeah…and?" "Well, yeah, I-I just wanted to know if that's why you were so quiet at break today…" "Harry", I said, whilst pausing in my stance. "What does everyone have against Zayn? I just don't get it. What has he ever done to anyone?", I questioned. Harry tried to avoid the question. "So, which room are we in?", he asked. "Room 118", I replied. "Harry, don't think I didn't notice that you're trying to avoid the question", I said. "Alright look", he responded. "It's nothing that should concern you; it's only between Zayn and a few people." I was confused. I gave Harry a puzzled look. "Wh-what do you mean it's only between Zayn and a few people? What's this thing that's between him and a few people? You've really confused me, Harry", I said, a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Harry didn't look happy. Maybe I shouldn't have asked, I thought. "Can we talk about this some other time?", Harry asked. "Alright then", I replied, my mind was in a world of its own now. We entered class to find Niall sitting by himself at a table. He gave me a weak smile, before quickly avoiding my response. "You're here early, Nialler", I said. "Eh, umm, yeah…", he paused. "Look, Jenna, I-I just, I hope you're still not mad at…" "Niall, let's just forget what happened. We won't bring it up, okay?", he seemed relieved. "Merci Jenna", he said in the thickest mix of French and Irish accents put together. I laughed, oh Niall! He certainly knew how to shuffle his way out of difficult situations. Niall put his head on my shoulder. "Bugger off Niall", I said playfully. "Bit of the Aussie slang coming through Jenna?", he asked with a smile. "Yes, yes it is", I answered. His head was still on my shoulder, when Harry said "Aww, you two make the cutest couple", at that point my face had never been so red. "Shutup Harry, you're making the girl blush", said Niall with a wink. "Go away, I'm not blushing!", I said. "And plus, we're not a couple", I added. "Oh that's right. Not yet anyway…", said Harry smiling at the both of us. Niall nudged Harry under the table. "Oi, what was that for?" Niall gave him a stern look, before miming a word with his mouth. Harry looked suddenly at me and winked. I raised my eyebrow. "You two are up to no good", I said in a little childish voice. "Oh yes, no good at all", Niall said playfully. From then on, I continued on with my work, noticing that Niall and Harry were having a 'private chat' as they called it. When the bell had rung, the pair were still discussing things which were obviously closed off from other ears. I managed to however pick out a few words from what they were saying. "So, when's the fight breaking out?", Harry had asked. FIGHT? I wanted to know more, but it looked as if they'd noticed I was listening replacing the topic. "So when are you gonna ask her out?", I heard Harry say. I wondered who this "her" was. It was then that Niall looked over at me, "Come on Harry, we better get going…see you at lunch Jen". "See you guys", and with that I left to my next class which was geography. I knew that no one from the crew were in my class, but I guessed sitting alone wouldn't be much of a problem. I took my seat and leaned next to the wall waiting for the class to start. This day just dragged on and on, I thought to myself. I looked blankly outside the window, barely noticing people entering the room. "Is this seat taken?", a voice asked. I looked up to see if it was directed at me. Does he follow me or something? The model like face of Zayn Malik looked my way. "Umm, no, not at all…you can sit there if you want…" He smiled, revealing perfectly straight teeth. What if he is an actual model? Is it too awkward to ask? Gee I sounded like an idiot sometimes. He pulled the chair out and carefully took his seat.
"Hey Malik", a kid yelled out. "Better watch out. Jen might spill something on you", he laughed.
Zayn ignored the comment, producing a weak smile. If I would have been able to, I would have punched the arrogant kid in the stomach. I would have gone off at him with every single rude word in the book. Gosh I make out myself to be so tough, but I couldn't even say anything to some kid. Low Jen. Low. I glanced at Zayn, his expression stayed fixed as he listened to what the teacher had to say. How could he put up with the shit they called him? How did he control his emotions? How did he just manage to smile through it all? Zayn was so reserved. What kept him coming to school every day? I'd be telling my parents of it all. Wait, do his parents even know what's happening? I really doubted that.
The whole lesson we did nothing. The teacher blabbed on about the geography of England and blah blah its location in accordance to other countries. I didn't even listen to a word she said, I was too busy devising strategies in my head of how I could talk to Zayn about bullying, or at least find out a little more about him. I didn't even hear the bell ring, until Zayn started waving his hand in front of my face. "What? Huh? Oh, right the bell, wooops!", I said. He laughed, the sound so mellow and sweet. "I'll catch you around then", he said. "Oh, wait Zayn –", I started. He turned around, "Yeah? What is it?" "Ummm, I, ummm, need to talk to you…privately", I said. "Is now a good time, or?" "Umm, maybe not now, but hey listen, I'm free to talk to after school…we could walk home together…", he said, placing his hand around his neck, looking towards the ground. "Sure, just meet me outside the school gate this afternoon…" " – and if anyone asks", I added, "I'm talking to you about an art project. Okay?" "Not a problem", he said, smiling. "See you then...beautiful", he said leaving the classroom, murmuring the last word so I could only slightly make it out. Did he really just call me beautiful? You're probably just imagining things Jenna. Get your head together. I left the classroom, making my way up to my locker and then the grounds. "Is it me", Niall started. "Or are you always the last one out of class?", he said, continuing to eat. "Just had to clarify a few minor deets with the teacher, you know how it is being the newbie…", I made up. "Well come on, sit down then", said Niall smiling. He took my books from me and placed them on the floor, then, without warning, grabbed my hands and pulled me into his lap. "Niall!", I yelled. "What?', he said, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I looked at him, "I hate you", I said sarcastically. He responded with a playful "I love you too", putting on the childish voice. "Aww! Well aren't you two cute together!", said Hannah. I started blushing. Typical. Trying to release myself from Niall's grip, only made him hold me tighter. Nialler, you big teddy bear, I thought to myself.