It Was Meant To Be

Molly dreams of two things: getting into her first-choice university and finding true love. Music-loving slacker Zayn also dreams of two things:winning the battle of the bands- and winning Molly.He is determined to make her fall in love with him.


23. Dots


27th October, 2:54 p.m.

Zayn's POV

When Molly walks into the room, I'm nervous. I wipe a piece of lint off her chair.

I glance over at Shania. It looks like she's already having a fight with Robert and class hasn't even started yet. Robert decided to stay in the class, but Mr Hornby said he would still make the switch. I totally lucked out.

Now Molly is sitting next to me.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey," she says.

And just like that, I'm not nervous anymore. It's wild. She feels really familiar.

Everyone is doing he warm up, which involves a lot of clapping and going "ta-tata-ta rest ta". You can tell that everyone in here really wants to be here. There's a comfort in being around fellow dorks with a similar purpose.

I pretend to listen to Mr Hornby, but I'm too aware of Molly staring at the ripped knee of my jeans. I knew I should have worn less grungy ones.

Molly takes out Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Which is weird because Mr Hornby just told us to take out Remembering the Beatles.



"I think we're working on--"

"I know. I was just seeing something."

I'm such an idiot. She's not stupid. She knows what we're doing. Why did I have to say that?

"Sorry," I say.

"That's Okay."
When we start working, I lean in close to Molly. She smells like flowers but not in a perfumey kind of way. More like in an it's-just-the-way-she-is kind of way.

I can't get over how comfortable I am with her. We just click.

Then Molly looks right at me, catching me off guard. I am instantaneously transformed into this sweating, heart-pounding freak. I am no longer Zayn Malik. It's bizarre that I'm still able to speak in this condition.

"So," I say, "do you play an instrument?"

"I played the violin up until last year."

"You don't play any more?"

"Not really. I haven't had as much free time this year."

It almost doesn't bother me that her lack of free time has to do with the asshole.

"Me neither," I say. "The world tour, recording my new album... gotta keep the fans happy."

She laughs.


While we're dong the assignment, Molly seems impressed with my analysis of syncopation and I caught that the sixteenth notes she was describing were actually thirty-second notes. So I'm feeling good that she sees I have a brain in working condition.

We finish before all the other pairs. I panic for a second, trying to think of something else funny to say. But Molly speaks first. "So, where are you applying?"

"Applying to what?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny."

"Do... you mean college?"

"uh, yeah?"

"Oh." Now comes the part where I sabotage everything by telling her I'm still figuring out what to do about college. After which she politely excuses herself to run up to Mr Hornby and demand that we switch partners back.

"Um...I'm still narrowing down my list. What about you?"

"Well, my first choice is Oxford Uni."

"You already know where you want to go?"

"Only since eighth grade."

"That's amazing." And intimidating.

"Not really. Its a goal I've had for so long..."

"Do you know what you want to major in?"

"I'm going to be an urban planner...mainly focusing on architecture and interior design. I'm into aesthetics."

I can't believe I've wasted all this time with brain-dead chicken heads.

"What about you?" she asks.

"Oh. I'm...not completely sure yet. No, I mean, I know my career will be music-related. I've played guitar since I was five and I'm in this band with---"

"I know."

"Oh. Yeah, so, I feel like we're on the verge of a breakthrough or something, something huge, and that's probably taking off... and I might do recording sessions for soundtracks... that kind of I'm thinking of applying to music school... Actually, Mr Hornby wants me to apply where he went."



What exactly did she mean by "huh"? Huh like, That's really cool you are so beyond my realm of righteousness? Or huh like, Could you be any more of a slacker, how could you not have even applied yet?

Molly looks over at Shania. Shania looks like she's about to attack Robert with the music stand.

"So," I say.
"So," she says.

"You know how to play Dots?"

"What's that?"

"You've never played Dots before?"

"I don't think so."

"Dude." I open my spiral to a new page. "Allow me. This is an essential skill to have. Your life won't be completed without the constant possibility of a burning Dots session on the horizon."

I expect that to get a laugh but when I look at Molly, she's looking at me kind of weird.


"Nothing," she says.

I start filling up the page with dots. "Okay, so when you do this, it's really important that both the rows and columns are even. So, like, you use the lines for the rows and make the dots this far apart--"

The bell rigs.

Unfair. The one day in my life I want class to never end, and it's over.

"Don't panic," I say. "We'll pick this up next time."

"Don't lose that page!"

"I won't. See ya."

"Yeah. See ya."

After, I run into Mike in the hall.

"So?" he says.

"Yeah, you know. I worked my usual charm. I'm sure she'll be breaking up with Andrew any minute now."

"And then she''ll be dumping your ass after she finds out what a loser you are. Looks like you're in for some fun times."

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