Blaire ✔ (Not edited)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

I walked into the homeroom anxiously as I fiddle with the straps of the bag. I catch the sight of an empty seat and sat on it. I scanned around my surroundings.

Most of them were talking lively as their eyes sparkled portraying their interest. One or two of them were reading a book having a keen interest in it, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Next to them were a couple, hot, in their make-out session. 

 I scrunched my face in disgust and slouched on my chair pulling my big hood over my face, to cover it and crossed my hands over my chest as I closed my eyes.

I just have been really anxious and restless and took extra attention to my surrounding for the past week. I don't know why. I guess I'm still paranoid about the whole mystery-stalker man who had challenged. I mean, he knows how my face looks like and my name, even though no one knows my real name back there except for Sean and Calvin. I mean, for all I know he could be watching me from the window through binoculars.

I frowned and opened my eyes to meet with a striking pair pigmented with electrifying blue.

My frown deepened.

"Zayn?" I questioned not really expecting him to talk to me.

He grinned and scraped a chair to his side to him across the floor to him making an unpleasant disturbing sound. I cringed as he sat on the chair he pulled out in front of me facing me.

"So... How is life?" He inquired as he smiled cheekily.

I frowned. "What do want Zayn?"

He pouted. "Oh come on, can't I ask an innocent question to a beautiful girl?" I rose my eyebrow.

"No. What do you want, Zayn?" I demanded again and sighed. This time annoyed by his behavior.

He grinned. "So... wanna sit with me during lunch?" He asked.

I sighed. He isn't giving up any time soon. I smiled sweetly and shook my head.

"No, I'm sorry, I have somewhere else to be." He just nodded and looked down.

"How about t'morrow?" he asked hopefully as my frown deepened.

Didn't this boy get the message?

I shook my head and opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by him.

"Oh come on Blaire, don't be a party pooper" I frowned.

"How do you know my name?" I probed.

"I-I-" He cleared his throat. "I-I just heard it when your friend called you in the hallway" He tensed out.

I rose my eyebrow. "Who?" I asked. "I don't think anyone called me. You see, I don't have my friends here" I stated as I shrugged my shoulders. 

My conscience chuckled. Who am I kidding? I don't have a single friend in school. 

He cleared his throat. "Um... It must be the teacher." He corrected. "Yeah... I heard it when she called you" he nodded slowly as if he had just agreed to the answer of my question.

I rose my eyebrow. "You do realize we have Mr. Sullivan for homeroom and he is a he" I corrected.

He chuckled nervously. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm just a little messed up" He smiled sweetly.

I rolled my eyes. "That, I know" I mumbled as i turned my head away.

"What?" Zayn Asked.

I shook my head and smiled sweetly. "Turn around. Mr. Sullivan is here" I informed as the teacher walked in.