"Shit." I mutter under my breathe as soon as I hear the bell of the first period go off. I quickly stuff the poetry note in my hoodie's pocket and grab my bag, running towards my class. The hallway is almost empty since every student is in his/her class already. My hoodie falls from my head and the bun I had tied quickly unties, causing me to groan as all of my hair whip on my face as I continue to run towards my class until I notice someone from behind catch my pace, as we both quickly stop in the front of our class, without looking at each other.

"You both are late," my maths teacher, Mr. Friar speaks up, glaring at me and the person beside me through his spectacles.

"I never come on time." I hear a thick voice from beside me say. We are extremely close, but I still haven't seen this person's face. I slightly tilt my head to look at the person speaking when my eyes land on a hazel eyed guy, wearing a black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath it, his hair covered with a black beanie, until I notice him stepping inside the class, his hand moving up to adjust his beanie and my eyes catch the tattoo on the back of his hand, causing me to squint my eyes and focuss on it, completely forgetting that I'm still standing on the door way, with almost every student in the class noticing me, checking out the guy's tattoo.

"This is a school, not your home." Mr. Friar scolds him, as I quietly let my eyes linger on the back of that guy's hand, until they travel over his face to see the bored expression on his face. "And you Miss. Stephen, why are you late?" My teacher asks me, releasing me from my thoughts as I clear my throat and look at him without any clue of what he said.

"Sorry Mr. Friar, can you come again?" I ask him, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment as I nervously shift on my legs, biting my lips as Mr. Friar gives me a glare before motioning me to step inside the class.

"Submit your maths assignment, both of you." He says, looking at that tatooed guy and me, causing sweat to appear on my palms as nervousness takes over me.

"I didn't do it," the tatooed guy speaks up, looking bored, catching my attention as I exchange looks between my teacher and him.

"And what reason do you have for that?" Mr. Friar asks him as he shrugs his shoulders, clutching tightly on to the strap of his bag which is hanging on his shoulder.

"I wasn't in the mood to do it." He says casually, making my eyes wide when I hear some appreciating cheers from behind, surely Tyler's friends.

"What's with the attitude, Mr.." our teacher looks up at him, for his name.

"Zayn Malik." He says, taking off his beanie, and adjusting his hair, again placing it back on his head as I quietly stare at him.

Zayn Malik, the new "bad boy" of our school. Now I know what's with his attitude.

"Where is your assignment?" Mr. Friar turns his attention towards me as I begin to panic, trying to think of an answer.

"I did it," I tell him and he nods, sticking out his hand in front of me to take my assignment.

"But I don't have it anymore." I tell him, looking down and biting my lip when I hear him groan and a fit of laughter comes from Amber and Tyler sitting on the seats behind.

"Detention after class to you Mr. Malik." Mr. Friar orders to Zayn, causing his eyebrows to knitt in confusion.

"Get settled on the seats now," he says and I raise my eye brow. Is he not going to give me any punishment? Was it only for Zayn?

"Why the hell is she not getting any punishment? Give her detention too." Zayn complains, when his eyes land on me for the first time, and I clench my jaw in irritation.

"Detention to you too, Maire. Now both of you get settled on the seats in the third row." He orders and I turn around, giving Zayn a glare as I receive a smirk in return from him and we both make our ways to the third row, with him seating next to me.

"Just because he told you to sit in the third row, it doesn't mean you sit next to me." I whisper through gritted teeth in annoyance, when his head turns to face me, his hazel eyes staring in my dark brown ones, with a smirk on his face.

"I didn't sit here to sit next to you. I sat here to sit in front of that hot chick who is sitting right behind me." He says, causing my mouth to fall open as I somehow take his comment offensive, and turn around to see Amber sitting behind him, almost drooling at his back.

I turn back, and cross my arms over my chest, leaning in my chair, trying to pay attention to the mathematical problems Mr. Friar is solving on the board. Keyword: Trying.

"Hey Zayn, it's my and my twin brother's birthday party tonight at our home and you're invited. I'm looking forward to know you more." I hear Amber's voice from behind, causing me to slightly tilt my head and look at her, who is batting her long eye lashes at Zayn and twirling her red hair in her fingers in a flirty manner.

Expected.

Zayn catches me staring at Amber and him, before he turns around and smirks at Amber. "Sure, babe." He says and I roll my eyes, turning my attention back to the board.

I have a feeling I don't like this guy already. He seems weird, no matter how attractive he looks, but he seems dangerous. Not that I'm scared of him, but I'm sure I'm not liking him either.

The whole class passes by with I, trying to pay attention on the board but hardly passing due to the continuous flirting going beside me. The bell rings and I quickly grab my bag and get out of the class, before receiving the slip of detention from Mr. Friar and heading towards my detention class when I feel someone catch my speed and walk beside me.

"Hey detention partner," I hear the same thick voice, and I ignore him, continuing to walk towards the class, as we both enter the class and I settle on the back seats with him following me and dropping his bag on the chair next to me and seating himself there.

"Um, did you see a ghost hot chick sitting behind you this time, that is why you took a seat next to me?" I ask him showing sarcasm in my tone as I hear a chuckle come out of his mouth.

"Yeah, she's hot." He says, his lips twitching up because of a smile lingering on his lips.

"Are you psycho? No one's sitting behind us." I say, getting irritated.

"I thought we were talking about the 'ghost' hot chick sitting behind us right now." He says, looking at me with mocking expressions as I flare my nostrils in anger and grab my bag, getting up from the back seat and walking to the front row and settling myself on one of the seats, and placing my bag on the seat beside me. I hear a low laugh from beside me, when I see my bag being lifted up from the seat and being placed on another seat as he again seats himself next to me, causing a groan to escape from my lips.

"Why are you irritating me?" I snap at Zayn who chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.

"Why are you getting irritated?" He asks, wiggling his eye brows at me, and I ball my hands into fists before turning my whole body towards him, making him looks up at me.

"Look, I'm not one of those girls who are falling for your bad boy looks and your stupid attitude. So, stay away from me and continue what ever you do with those other girls. Do you get it?" I speak up and he places his finger under his chin, pretending to be in a deep thought, before looking right back at me.

"Who told you I was here to attract you? I'm here to ask you how to do this stupid maths problem, since you seem like a nerd." He says and my mouth agapes before I close it and clench my jaw.

"Do I look like I'm going to help you?" I ask him, with my eye brow arched up.

"I won't call it a help, since I don't take help from other people." He says, shrugging his shoulders, making my eye brows knitt together.

Who on earth does he thinks he is?

"You see this?" I ask him, moving my hand forward, my palm facing him as he eyes it, and gives me a confused look. "I'm going to slap you with this, if you don't stop with this attitude of yours while talking to me."

"Look Taylor Swift, just tell me how to do this question, and then I won't bother you." He says, and I glare at him.

"I won't help you, go and ask someone else." I say, when Mr. Friar enters the class, with three more students with him.

"I want the assignment from you both at the end of this class. If not, then you're getting detention after school as well." Mr. Friar says, glaring at Zayn and I. I nod and quickly open my text books, ignoring Zayn beside me.

I can't afford to have a detention after school since I have to do the work of the twin's birthday else Aunt Georgia will throw me out of her house.

"Look Selena Gomez-"

"Listen, my name isn't Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez. It's Maire." I cut Zayn off in annoyance.

"Maire Iris Stephen, tell me how to do this question. I don't want a detention after school. " He says, and I raise my eyebrow at him.

"How do you know my full name?" I ask him. At first this guy was addressing me with singers' names and now he seems to know my full name.

"I have my ways, now tell me how is this problem going to be solved." He says, pointing his pencil at the question written in his text book.

"Ask me properly for a help, then I'll decide if I can help you or not." I say, biting my lower lip to stop myself from smirking as a light groan escapes from his mouth and he throws his hands in air.

"Maire, could you help me with this question?" He asks rolling his eyes, and I hum, turning my gaze away from him.

"Add a 'please' in the end too." I say, and lift up my head to look at him as he begins to protest but gives out a deep sigh before giving up.

"O.K. Maire, help me with this question please?" He asks with a sarcastic smile on his face and a smile finds it's way on my lips as a giggle escapes from my mouth, and I quickly bit my lower lip to stop it.

This is the first time, I've ever noticed myself genuinely smiling or laughing.

I nod and take his text book in my hands, writing down the answer on it and explaining it to him as he gives out a relieved sigh, scooting back to his seat.

"Thanks, and um, don't ever bite your lip in front of me. It's a turn on." He says, before getting up from the seat as the bells goes off and he places his assignment on the teacher's desk, smirking at me and leaving the class, leaving me bewildered behind him with my mouth open.

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Author's Note:

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