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Chapter 6
Trying to free myself from Niall at lunch took quite the effort. Geez that guy is strong! He eventually let go of me, allowing me to finally go to class. "Nice work buddy", I heard Harry say, before he gave him a high-five. The pair laughed. "Ha-ha very funny", I said sarcastically. "It took me the whole of lunch to get you off!" They continued laughing, before proceeding off to class "See you tomorrow Jen!", said Harry, "Yeah see you tomorrow baby bear!", said Niall. I turned around, "See you tomorrow brother bear!", I said, playfully directing the comment to Niall. He laughed again, waving at me, before entering the classroom. Thankfully today, my classroom was on the far side of the school, near my locker, so the quicker I manage to get out of class, the quicker I will be able to see Zayn. My last class was English, and I was more than surprised to find Hannah in the same class as me. She signalled me over "Jen! There's a spare seat next to me!", I smiled and walked over to her, "Thanks Han! I didn't know you were in my class", she smiled, "Yeah, neither did I!"
For about the next 10 minutes, we sat in silence listening to the teacher carry on and on and on. Man I nearly feel asleep! Thankfully, he told the class to get on with some work, and it was then that Hannah reminded me of the 'incident' that partook at lunch. "Aww you and Niall were so cute at lunch today! You would make the cutest couple! Honestly!" I laughed. "Why does everyone say that?" "Well, because it's true! You should have seen the way Niall was looking at you. And how tightly he held you", she said, letting out a girlish giggle. "You two should seriously go out sometime. Not even joking!" "Oh shutup Hannah", I said sarcastically, "You know that that's not going to happen. And besides Niall and I are just friends. I don't think he would see it any differently as I do", I stated. "Only if you say so", she said jokingly.
I continued on with my work, still thinking about what Hannah had told me. I honestly don't think Niall sees me that way, and besides that 'thing' at happened at lunch was only a cuddle. It doesn't mean he likes me, I thought. With my thoughts scattered everywhere, English went surprisingly fast, and in no time I was saying goodbye to Hannah. "See you tomorrow", she called, as I was coming to my locker. "Love you!" "Love you too Han! Bye!" I packed up quite quickly and was out of the school by the time half the class had left the room. He was already waiting for me. Leaning gently against the wall. Seeing me approach, a smile enveloped his face. "Hey", he said. "Hey Zayn" "You're out quite early", I added. "Umm yeah, I don't like to stay behind for too long, they'd literally bash me if I did", he said. I looked up at him. The thing he just told me, hit my heart hard like a rock. "They'd literally bash me if I did." I stopped, dead in my tracks. "Something wrong?", he asked. I looked around, making sure no one was watching us. It was safe to say, we were the first ones out of the school. "Umm –", I started. "Look, Zayn, I need to talk to you…" "Go ahead, we've got plenty of time before we reach your house", he responded, smiling as he did. "But, I-I need you to be serious about it", "Of course…anything", I felt something brush past my hand. I looked down, seeing Zayn's fingers just touching mine. "Umm, alright. The first time I saw you, you were sitting alone, during break. Remember that time?" he nodded. I continued, "I asked Harry who you were and he described you as 'quite the pickle'", he smirked. "No surprise there", he said. I looked up, "What do you mean 'no surprise there'?" "Oh, umm, it's nothing. Please, continue", he said. He looked uncertain, but I proceeded with my story, "So, I asked why you were sitting by yourself. Niall then referred to you as being 'a weirdo' and that your head was in the clouds. When I went to art, after break and I sat next to you, you seemed like a genuine person. I couldn't understand why people had things against you. And then there was that incident in Chemistry. How you supposedly "accidently tripped". When the whole class began laughing at you, even with Niall joining in, I felt guilty. Zayn, that boy tripped you on purpose. You were being bullied…", he looked as if he was about to cut me off, but I continued, "And what about that time at the canteen line, and you being labelled as 'the food wearer' for the remainder of the week. Oh and how about the time in geography? Doesn't the name calling get to you?" This time, he did in fact manage to cut me off. "Jenna. There's no need to be concerned about me. I'm not being bullied. It's just a little fun the boys like to have. And I know the name calling is only a joke. I don't take it to heart", he said, attempting to put on a reassuring smile. "Zayn, stop. Just stop. Why can't you admit to yourself that you're being bullied? There are people who you can talk to to make it stop. And it's not one whole big joke. You know it isn't. I was talking to Harry on the way to French today and I asked him what people have against you. He didn't answer me properly, saying that we can talk about this some other time… Zayn when did this bullying start? Do your parents know a word about it?" I couldn't watch him lying to himself like that. He fell silent. "Jenna, please, I'm perfectly fine", he insisted. "Harry and I just don't get along to well, that's all. Nothing to be concerned abo –" I cut him off. "Yeah well, it also seems you don't get along to well with Niall either. I saw you bumped into him by accident after you left the art rooms today. He called you a douche bag Zayn, surely you must have heard it. Last week in art, when I first met you, you started a sentence that you didn't get to finish. We were talking about how I saw you on the grounds and how you saw me with Harry and "all them", you were going to say "I, I just, um don't particularly….", but you were cut off by the bell. What were you going to say Zayn?" "Jenna, there are some people you might not particularly get along with in life, that's my relationship with Harry and Niall and "all them", as I had previously labelled.", he said. "Well what about –", he stopped me. We'd arrived at my house. He positioned my chin in his hand and gently lifted it. He looked into my eyes, before drawing me closer to him, "Sweetie, I'm fine. Really. Please don't concern yourself with my troubles. I'll be alright.", he smiled, before bitting his lip. "I'll see you tomorrow", he said, waving at me from a distance as he began to walk. I just stood there like a statue. Zayn was so strong mentally, but I knew I had to help him. I didn't want to think it, but I knew he would have to crack sometime.