Isabella's p.o.v.

"Hey baby." A smirk finds its way onto his face, but I'm stood speechless.

I swear he is too old for school..

He takes a few steps forward and walks up to me, waving a hand in my face as his other one wraps around my waist. I instantly step back, not falling for his charm, remember; Jay.

A look of confusion mixed with anger ascends his face, and the only sound in the room is of his rugged breaths and the receptionists awkward stuttering.

"U-Um y-yeah, I'm going to, er, to leave n-now." She meekly stands up and rushes to the door, hitting the desk on the way out, making all the stacked papers drop; but still continues on.

I sigh and look away from Zayn's glare, turning to the array of scattered papers on the floor. I squat down and pile them all up into two stacks, and when I'm don-

"Bella, fucking hell. If you don't move from that position right now I'm going to do something I'll regret."

I hurriedly place the papers on the desk, turning back around to immediately be pulled into his chest.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yell, pushing myself off of his body.

"Don't you remember Bella? You're mine."

My mouth opens and closes at his bluntness, what the hell is wrong with him; he was not like this yesterday.

His hand lifts my agape mouth and twists it so I'm looking up at him.

"Why are you acting this way? You weren't like this yesterday." He reads my thoughts exactly.

"Me? I wasn't, you're the one who is being so damn possessive. And why would I act normal, to a guy that has threatened to kidnap me?" I exclaim, my voice rising with every word.

"Threatened, I haven't threatened you love. I compromised." I go to speak again but he cuts me off.

"Now, why don't you take me to class." I huff, but grab the piece of paper in his hand, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion as I read through it.

"Why do we have every class together?" I hesitantly ask.

"Because I asked for us to." He shrugs, and I crumple the sheet into a ball. Fuck you.

"Fine, come on." He follows my footsteps as I lead him to the classroom.

"Zayn- wha- get the fuck off." I tear my hand out from his own, I have a goddamn boyfriend.

"Why not? You're mine anyway." Not this again...

"What are you talking about, I am nobody's. Okay?" I huff, where did the sweet Zayn go?

"Oh sweetheart, you will find out soon enough." All I do is nod along to shut him up, and thankfully pray as soon as the classroom is in sight.

We both step into the room, and I move away from Zayn's body, that seems to be inching closer each second to my own.

"Worksheet 34- oh, hello. Who is this?" The teacher points his finger at Zayn, pushing his glasses up.

"I'm Zayn, I'm new here." I swear you could hear the 'aw's' of the needy girls, I roll my eyes in response.

"Jealous baby?" He leans down and whispers in my ear, a slight shiver tumbling down my back. No, you have a boyfriend. Jay.

The typical slags of the group stare at me with envy at his action, but I just look at the back for Jay. Where is he?

"Sir, where did Jay go?" I ask, ignoring the stiffened body behind me.

"He said that he felt ill, so I sent him home." He mumbles, grabbing a few books for Zayn.

I huff in annoyance and walk to my seat as Zayn is handed three books. I lay my head against the cool wood, knowing that this lesson is going to be utter shit without him.

"He's not really ill, he is planning this thing in London, that's all I caught from him." Chris, Jays friend turns around to me.

Figures, I knew he wasn't ill. The little shit always misses school if I'm away and says he's ill.

"Than- you can't sit here." I cut myself off and turn to Zayn, who's occupying Jays seat.

"And why not?" He smugly asks.

"Because that seat is already taken, jackass." I push his bag off of the desk.

"Well I don't see anybody rushing to claim it. Do you?" I groan in frustration. I knew this would be an awful lesson..

...

The bell rings for the last time today and I practically sprint out of the classroom, Zayn has been suffocating me all day. He walked with me to every lesson, forced people to move who were sat next to me and had been pestering me constantly at lunch.

He's even gone to the extent of punching Chris in the face because he asked if I would partner up with him in Chemistry. Who the fuck does that?

"Isabella, Isabella wait!" I keep my head down, embarrassed by the harsh stares on my back as Zayn calls for me across the hall.

"What?" I finally snap, the doors slamming behind him as he followed me out of the school grounds.

"Let me drive you home." He goes to grab my hand.

"Why, so you can kidnap me?" I slap his hand away, shoving him.

He looks at me and rubs the back of his neck.

"Er, okay. Well I'm sorry that it came out like that yesterday. I didn't mean to make you scared, I promise." This is a shit apology.

I roll my eyes and begin to walk away, still being able to hear the continuous string of profanities that slip out of his mouth.

"Wait, wait!" I stop in my tracks as he catches up to me.

"What?" I ask, just wanting to go home so Rick doesn't get annoyed.

"Friday, me, you. Let's go on a date?" His eyes begin to wonder as an act of nervousness.

"I'm sorry, I ca-"

"Why not?" He wines.

"Because I have a boyfriend!" I state like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

Zayn's movements stop and a series of emotions wash through him, first shock, then confusion, now anger.

"What?" His voice is deadly.