The Only Exception

It's Zayn Malik before One Direction. Zayn and Lucy develop a relationship despite their popularity statuses. They love each other, but is it worth losing friends and family? Will their struggle to cope with outside forces end up in vain or will they have the happily ever after?


2. Boy Meets Girl


Zayn's P.O.V.

My palms were sweaty as I walked towards the front of the room to present my presentation. I knew I could have done a better job, but I didn’t want to seem like a nerd when I was already an outcast. I carried my project under my arm and then hung it up on the front bulletin board. It looked terrible to tell you the truth. Some of the facts were also incorrect.

My teacher asked me all the same questions as the people before, but this time she wore a disappointed look on her face. I mumbled my best reply as I looked down at my shoes. I tried hard to block them out, but the whole time, I only heard the snickers from my classmates. I absentmindedly touched my hair, which I had just restyled into a faux-hawk.

“Ok Zayn,” my teacher said sadly. “Thank you for the presentation,” she said. I hurriedly took down my project and walked back to my seat. On the way back, I glanced towards Lucy, one of the coolest girls in the 10th grade, who wore a neutral expression. I glanced behind her towards her best friend, Sheila, who stuck her tongue out at me. She laughed as I took my seat behind her.

I searched the room for one of my few friends, Jared, who still hadn’t presented. He already told me earlier that he hadn’t bothered with the project, so I didn’t know how he would walk away from this one. Sometimes I didn’t understand how me and Jared were friends, but we both had something in common: we couldn’t wait to get out of this hell-hole.

Jared told me that once he passed, well more like failed, 10th grade, he would be old enough to drop out, which is exactly what he was going to do. I worried how I would deal with high school without him because my parents would never allow me to drop out. I sighed and then looked up to the clock. There was 20 minutes left of history, which I probably would fail. My parents would be pissed about that.

“Ok Lucy, it’s your turn,” the teacher said. The class cheered as she walked up to the front. I couldn’t help but notice her gorgeous curls that ran down her back, and then the way her sparkly mini skirt made you question what was underneath. She was a trendsetter, and the rest of the girl population in this school would probably flock to the mall after school to buy a similar one. From day one, I knew I never had a chance with a babe like that. She was popular and good looking and every other guy, and I think even girls, drooled over her. From day one, I also knew she was a snob who thought less of me.

Well, that was what I thought until I had an opportunity to talk to her. She happened to be one of my friend’s sisters. He introduced himself to me right away as Mike. Mike wasn’t a jock or anywhere close to his sister’s popularity. He was just an average, non-douche bag, good looking dude. At the time I didn’t know they were related because they didn’t seem related at all. Mike had invited me over to a barbeque at his house, and I accepted. I was totally surprised when I saw his house. It was like a freaking mansion.

Then I was blown away by who answered the door.

“Hello?” Lucy asked me. She was dressed down in some jeans and a plain white t-shirt. She looked really beautiful.

I was momentarily lost for words until I heard Mike behind her. “Hey Zayn!” he exclaimed. “Move over, Lucy,” he said as he nudged Lucy out of the way.

“Nice class, Mike,” she retaliated and then smiled at me as I entered their house. It was huge. Then I got nervous when I heard the booming music and dancing people out in their backyard.

I turned to Mike. “I thought this was just a barbeque, you know, with just your family,” I said.

“It is,” he grinned. “But then Lucy here decided to invite all her friends,” he said and then hesitated when he saw me glaring at him. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t come! Please don’t be mad at me. Look, we can hang out in my room, ok.”

I shook my head and began walking towards the door. “No, Zayn, please stay,” I heard Lucy say. I turned back around to see her smiling at me. “Please?” she asked.

And then I decided she wasn’t as snooty as I formerly believed.

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