When I got to school, I walked down the familiar busy hallway, I noticed everyone had big smiles on their faces, all very keen for school to end.
I arrived at my locker and threw in my Hurley bag, and got out my English folder, I heard a whisper behind me, curious I turned around, there stood Zayn Malik the most popular guy in school, with his bad boy ways, perfectly toned body and his gorgeous brown eyes, he wore a sloppy black beanie which made him look even hotter than he already was. Although he had been rumoured to be a bit of a player. As he made his way towards his own locker, everyone moved out of his way, if you didn't well that was a total society kill. I looked back at my locker, closing it shut with a bang, Zayn looked over smirked and gave me a sexy, flirty wink and i started blushing heavily, I felt the heat rise on my cheeks, and was quick to cover my face. By the time I uncovered my eyes, he was gone.
I guess I'd see him in English.
I rushed to my class, I was late. Ms Wescay, scolded me and I looked around, my eyes ended up on Zayn, he whispered something to his friend Louis, who smirked. Louis quickly moved to the only other seat in the class.
"Miss Martin, you will be seated next to Mr Malik" spoke Ms Wescay, as if I hadn't noticed already, I walked as fast as I could to my desk, I put down my books and sat down. I looked around every girl was looking at me in pure jealousy. Why would Zayn want to sit next to me? I'm nothing special at all, I looked around the room. There was so many pretty girls wanting Zayn's attention, twice as pretty as i'd ever be. But he chose me! It then occurred to me, what if he's just being friendly? There's probably nothing to it.
Ms Wescay's loud voice screechy voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Today class we will be reading and later discussing the Scarlett letter, you will be expected to write a three page essay about your opinions later, we are reading chapters one to seven."
I flipped open my book, distracted by the outrageous task, as being the slow reader I am, I highly doubt I will get through all the assigned chapters in this lesson.
I started writing the task into my book, in black pen, cursive.
"Chapters one to seven" I mumbled under my breath, as I wrote. "Write a three page ess––
"Hey" a dark and deep voice said, I looked up, Zayn was leaning onto my desk, smiling.
"H-hey, what's up?" I tried to sound casual and calm. My heart hammered in my chest, OMG!
"I wanted to ask you, how many pages was it?" My heart sunk, it was just an average question about class.
"Three pages" I said shyly, hoping he couldn't hear the disappointment in my voice.
"Cheers" he replied huskily, I blushed bright red, I just had a whole conversation with Zayn, something that I've wanted to do my whole life. I had the immediate urge to pull him close and kiss him, until my lips hurt, but I know that would never happen.
He glanced at me and quickly, not realising that I was doing just that out of the corner of my eye, he slipped a small note into my English book, I waited for what seemed like forever until the school bell chimed loudly.
I rushed to my locker, and grabbed the note, and opened it with excitement. It smelt strongly of him, my breath caught when I read the words. And the letter dropped