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.


14. YIn and Yang

Yin and Yang

8th September, 12.33 p.m.

Molly POV

"How many calories does a banana have?" Caitlin says.

"Eighty," Heather replies. She picks some fuzz off Alex's shirt.

I can't believe I'm sitting at Andrew's table and his friends are actually treating me like I'm a good person and Andrew made me feel included right away. I felt sort of bad ditching Elizabeth and Shania, but they said it was OK as long as I still eat with them sometimes.

Andrew puts his arm around me. "Are you gonna eat your Sandwhich?"

I was looking forward to this Sandwhich but peeking at the other girls' trays, I detect a substantial lack of calories. I don't want to be eating my Sandwhich with everyone staring at me.

"No," I say. "You can have it."

Glancing around the lunch hall, I can tell that a lot of other kids are noticing me sitting over here. It's nice to finally feel accepted.

By Music Theory, I'm drifting happily along in a pink bubble.

"What's up with Zayn?" Shania asks.

"What do you mean?"

"He's been staring at you since he walked in the door. Didn't you notice?"

I look over at Zayn. He quickly looks away.

"Drool much?" Shania says.

"I was only seeing if he was looking at me!"

"Protest much?

"OK, people!" Mr Hornby says, clapping his hands together. "Let's move on to the scales!" He sits down at the piano and begins to play. We're supposed to hum along. While we hum, I look at Zayn. He's really tall, like maybe six-one, over exaggeration but compared to me he's tall. His hair is a beautiful dark shade and he has beautiful tanned skin. His eyes are beautiful dark brown eyes and sparkling white of his eye contrast with it perfectly its like yin and yang. Don't even get me started on his eyelashes!

Zayn catches me looking at him. When he sees me, his eyes get even bigger. He looks serious and contemplative. If I didn't already know him I would think he was extremely intelligent. Which is usually the main thing that turns me on about a guy. But Zayn's a total slacker. His confidence is amazing, though. His expression says, I'm looking at you because I want to and I don't care if you know it.

It's really weird, but for a few seconds we're both just staring at each other. Why is it that when I look at him, it's like I'm seeing him for the first time?

I look away.

I forget what we're supposed to be doing. Shania jams her elbow into my side, and I start humming along like I didn't miss anything. For the rest of the class, I refuse too look over at Zayn but I can still feel him staring at me!

After class, I take a long time getting my stuff together. I'm seeing if Zayn will try to talk to me again. My stuff only consists of a notebook. I'm in a state of panic until I see Zayn leave.

Why am I so disappointed that he didn't say anything to me?

As Shania and I are walking out, she goes, "What was that about?"


"Oh please. Like you didn't know."

"I don't!"

"Like you weren't staring at him through the whole class," Shania says. "What? Did he reprogramme your brain so now you can't think straight?" Shania says in a nasty tone. That's because she hates anyone like Zayn. People who don't do anything and still pass classes severely annoy her. She can't understand why anyone would want to slack off like that. I mean, Shania's so dedicated to being first in our classes that she doesn't even mind not being allowed to date. Plus, she apparently has no interest in romance. Which could be because she's convinced her parents stopped having sex in 1999 but Shania would definitely not understand why I already feel like there's something between me and Zayn. Not that I even understand.

"Hmm?" I really don't know what you're talking about." It feels like I'm floating out of the room instead of walking.

"Fine. Be that way," Shania says. "You know you'll tell me eventually." She whisks off to her locker without saying bye.

I lift my bag out of my locker and try to figure out what I need to take home but I can't even remember what I did today. I think it's Monday. So Shania, as usual, is right. But here's the question : why is the boy who is taking of my brain Zayn instead of Andrew?

"Hey," Andrew says. "Need a ride home?"

"Oh," I say, startled. I wasn't expecting to see him again today. "Yeah." I rearrange my sketchbook so I can also fit my enormous calc book in my bag.

"Here," Andrew says, gently pushing me up against a locker. "Let me get that for you." He takes my bag and puts it on the floor.

He leans into me. He runs his hands down my waist. He presses up against me.

He puts his lips on mine.

This is it. He's finally kissing me. For real.

I'm not sure if the kiss is life-altering, the way I was hoping it would be. But at least its finally happening.

*A/N Hey guys. As I've said before I will try and update as much as I can. Hope you are liking it so far. Some of the facts may not be exactly like Zayn but the way he looks is exactly the same. I just wanted to make it different from the typical fanfics. He also isn't famous in this and he never will be! Hope you understand I love you all!*

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