Gotta Be You - Zarry

Chapter 12 - Plans

12

*Zayn’s POV*

I felt my heart racing as I made my way down the corridors. My mind was currently torn between emotions of anger and....happiness? I was furious with myself for kissing Harry...or I guess coming really close to snogging. This was just something that happened all the time to him. He found someone and had a meaningless snog with them. I don’t think he ever kissed a guy...but I guess it was just another trophy to be won in his mind. Or maybe just another joke. And it angered me even more knowing that I had actually felt something and wanted him to feel it too. Why hadn’t I noticed this before? It only made me sour to think the jocks would be laughing in my face if they heard about any of these feelings. This was bad...  

Then there was a part of me saying that this could happen and he did share feelings for me. That everything was going to work it’s way through and I might actually have one of those movie endings. Harry and I could work out and would actually happen.

I was so damn confused and I tried not to dwell on either one of those thoughts. Getting excited for nothing would mean I have truly learned nothing from these previous days. However, just being pessimistic wasn’t going to make anything better and actually made things more depressing....

I stopped right in front of the doorway to English. I debated on whether going or not. I couldn’t bare another incident like last night with the school calling my house and my parents worrying. It would be unfair to my family and in this school they were very strict with the amount of days you had to have attended school. It wasn’t uncommon to see a kid going to summer school for lack of attendance.

I chewed my lip as I stared at the sign above the door that read ‘English A17.’ Avoiding the jocks for another day sounded amazing. No being pushed around, possibly beaten,snide comments, or having to put on an emotionless face and a wall to block their words from wandering far into my mind. I could go to the park or lake and just figure out everything going through my head. Sort out what I’m feeling and what I want to do next, because so far I have no clue what I plan on doing with these newfound feelings or fears.     

I sighed and walked through the doorway into the classroom. Everyone’s head snapped up to look at me. I trudged through the room keeping my head down. The teacher chastised me for being late, but I didn’t really pay attention to what she was saying. I ignored the few jocks in the front rows who had shoved me as I walked by and just sat down in my seat all the way in the back. They all shared smirks before turning around to smile deviously at me.

This was going to be a long class...

*Harry’s POV*

I needed to find Louis and come up with something to do. I had already an idea, but I was going to need the Sassmaster’s help and possibly Liam and Niall’s too. Though, Liam tends to not like any of my plans, he says the always lead him into trouble. I tell him he doesn’t have to assist me, but he just replies saying he feels bad denying anyone help. Such a kind guy never wanting to hurt anyone.

I ran down the hallways in search of the Social Studies room. I hated my morning classes because I didn’t have any of them with Liam, Niall, or Louis and my first class of the day is math. I can never just wake up and have to start thinking of answers to math problems, I need more time for my drowsiness to wear off.

I finally found the room I was looking for and burst through the door. I hadn’t planned on making a scene, but I had already managed too. Mr. Ronni turned from the chalkboard to glare at me.

“What do you need Mr. Styles? You don’t have Social Studies until after lunch in case you are lost.” Mr. Ronni barked. He hated me from the beginning of middle school, before I ever even had him as a teacher. I saw on a list of teachers that there was a teacher named Pepe and last name was Ronni. What parent names their kid Pepe if their last name is Ronni? Well I guess Pepe Ronni’s parents loved having a good joke, so I pointed this out to a few friends and soon word spread. I didn’t know the guy had been trying to hide his name, but now a lot of kids joked about his pizza topping name. He loathed me.