I open my locker and again find a note inside of it like yesterday. I quickly take it out, and open it to read what it says this time.

No matter how many songs I listen to, your voice will be the only melody to my ears.

No matter how many girls I look at, your face will be the only one reflecting on them.

No matter how many hands I hold, your hands would be the only, I'll hold onto.

No matter how many lips touch mine, your lips would be the only, I'll desire.

But I'm no one to you, no one but a stranger or your secret admirer.

-Your secret admirer.

I quietly stare at the note in front of me, re-reading the poem. Is this again a prank? Is someone trying to prank me like Matt, last night? I better not fall for these stunts. But this poem is written so beautifuly, it is making me confuse either I should believe this is for me or is it a prank.

"What are you staring at, Ariana Grande?" I hear the familiar thick British accent from beside me, which catches my attention, bringing me out of my thoughts. I quickly shut my locker close and stuff the poem inside my bag, turning over to look at the boy with hazel eyes staring at me with a slight smirk on his face, his jet black hair hidden under his beanie as usual, and his leather jacket hanging off on his one shoulder, as he wears a light grey tank top, showing off the tattoos on his arms.

"Stop addressing me with those singers' names." I say, rolling my eyes a bit and Zayn chuckles at me before leaning on the locker beside me.

"What were you staring at?" He repeats and I lean against my locker, facing him.

"What makes you think, I would tell you that?" I ask him, with a raised eye brow.

"Because I asked you," he shrugs his shoulders and I chuckle, turning around to head towards my class.

I begin to walk when he suddenly catches my pace and starts walking next to me, making me tilt my head to look at him with a raised eye brow.

Is he seriously walking with me? Last time I checked, no one wants to be near me. Walking and having a conversation with me can ruin Zayn's reputation in this school, and he'll have no friends then I would be blamed for that, and I simply do not want that. Before I can say anything to him, he speaks up.

"Did you do Algebra's assignment?" He asks me and I stop in my tracks with my eyes and mouth wide open.

"Oh. My. God! Shit, I forgot to do that! How can I forget that? Our teacher is going to kill me-"

"Woah, woah, calm down. It's not something that important," Zayn chuckles, wearing his leather jacket, and I continue to ramble under my breath, ignoring him.

"I didn't do it either, it's no big deal." He says cooly, as if it doesn't mean anything to him. If we don't submit our assigment today, we are going to get detention again and I seriously don't want any more detention.

"No big deal? Are you serious? He gave us detention yesterday. He will give us detention today as well, and I'm not up for it." I exclaim, running a hand in my hair, frustratingly. I give out a deep sigh, watching Zayn as he pouts his lips, looking in a deep thought before he snaps his fingers and grins at me-which means he has an idea.

"You better not be thinking of doing something stupid," I say, and he wiggles his eyebrows at me.

By his facial expressions, I can tell this guy has some terrible ideas.

"I hope you're not planning to kill our teacher?" I ask him and he lets out a laugh, shaking his head.

"That wasn't my plan, but we can do that too, what say?" He laughs and I mock him, rolling my eyes. "No? Okay, dream crusher." He sighs in a dramatic way. I give him a bored look and he rolls his eyes at me before again speaking.

"Okay, on a serious note, I have a plan..." he trails off, and I gesture him to continue. "Let's skip the classes," he says with a smirk on his face and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"You're kidding right?" I ask him and he shakes his head. I knitt my eyebrows together and shake my head, disapprovingly at his idea.

I'm no way on earth going to skip my classes, and with him. That is so not happening. I have never skipped any class in my entire school life. It's the last year of high school, and I'm not going to ruin my record just because of this guy.

"Do you seriously think I'm going to do that?" I ask him and he shrugs his shoulders. "I've never skipped a class before, and I'm not going to do that now." I refuse, and begin to walk away from him but he quickly blocks my way by standing in front of me.

"If you've never skipped a class before, then do it now. It will be something fun and new for you, trust me." He says, and I just stare at him in disbelief.

We just met and he's already talking about trust.

"Trust you? Look, I hardly know you." I say, trying to walk past him, but he again blocks my way causing me to groan and pass him a glare.

"You can trust me, I saved you last night,"

"Thank you for that, but skipping classes is..I don't know..I've never done that before. What if we get caught?" I say, biting my lip and look at him with a frown on my face. He sighs and walks closer to me.

"We won't get caught, but if we do, I'll take the blame. Are you fine with that now?" He whispers, desperately.

For a moment, I just quietly stare at the stranger in front of me, watching how excited he looks for his horrible plan, the way his eyes are sparkling and looking at me for an answer as if he's proposing me or-wait, what am I even thinking?

"Fine, the blame is on you." I say, groaning and tightly pursing my lips together as a grin appears on his lips before his hand finds it's way to mine and he entwines his fingers with mine, dragging me out of the hallways with him.

My eyes stay fixed on him as we try to sneak out of our school, with him trying to be careful that no one catches us. My stomach feels like it is doing weird back flips-which doesn't even makes sense-or some one just let the butterflies in my stomach all lose. Until I notice, it's because of him; his touch on my hands. The way he is tightly holding on to my hand, making my knees go weak.

Also, I've never skipped a class before and this will be something really new for me. I'm not ashamed to say, that I. actually. am. scared.

"Where are you two going?" We hear a voice from behind, causing Zayn and I, to stop dead in our tracks.

Shit, we are going to get busted.

We slowly turn over to face our sports coach standing behind us with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows raised up.

"Where were you two going?" Coach repeats with furious expressions on his face which can make a person pee in his pants.

"We uh, he is having severe diarrhea which means he can mess up anything and he's new to school so I was showing him the way to the washroom," I quickly blurt out, causing Zayn's head to snap in my direction with a 'are you serious look' on his face. My eyes widen a bit when I realize what I just said. I just did a word vomit. I suck at lying, what was I even thinking before saying that?

Wait, that is the main thing, I wasn't thinking anything before blurting that sentence out. It's not my fault that a guy like Zayn is holding my hand and our sports coach is passing us furious looks, I was supposed to do something stupid.

"I have diarrhea?" Zayn asks me and I flare my nostrils and clench my jaw in irritation, passing him a look to go along with the lie.

"Yeah, yeah, I can't help it, oww, oww my stomach hurts, I need to go to the washroom." Zayn cries, holding on to his stomach with his free hand, crouching down a bit, and pretending to be in pain, making me mentally face palm myself because of his over acting.

We are so in trouble.

He's going to get me in trouble.

Taylor Swift even wrote a song for this kind of guy.

I knew you were trouble when you--

I have no idea what I'm thinking at the moment. It's not my fault that I start blabbing or thinking about weird things when I'm nervous or scared.

Just look at the coach! By his facial expressions, I can tell you that he definitely knows we are lying.

Coach narrows his eyebrows at us, before sighing and exchanging his looks between Zayn and I.

"Go, I don't want you to mess up the floor," coach says, before he turns on his heels and disappears in the hallways. Did he just ignore us? Or he actually thought we were honest with him?

"Run, run, run!" Zayn yells before we both speed up and begin to run away from the hallways, and as soon as we come out of our school's premises, we burst out into a fit of hysterical laugh.

"Oh my God, you suck at lying," Zayn laughs at me, clutching onto his stomach with his free hand.

"What? I've never done it before, I just got confused what to say." I laugh along with him, as we both try to catch our breaths.

"That was fun though," I say, wiping a stray tear which managed to fall on my cheek due to laughing hard.

I've never laughed like this in my entire life, but ever since he appeared, he has been able to make me laugh or smile even if it lasts for a little while.

"I told you it would be," he smiles at me, straightening himself as we both again start walking.

"Thank you," I softly say, causing him to turn his face to look at me in confusion.

"For what?"

"For making me experience something new today, for making me laugh like never before, and for saving me last night," I say, looking up at him and rolling my lower lip inside my mouth, which makes his eyes land on my lips and I quickly look away from him.

"You surely know how to turn me on," he chuckles and I hold my breath for a second, trying my best not to blush or smile at his comment, but somehow my cheeks being a rebel, start heating up.

"Where do you want to go?" He asks, as we finally walk out of the reach of our school.

"How about the lake behind my house and near our school?" I ask him, and he nods approvingly. My eyes travel to our locked hands, his grip still not losening on me, although we are away from our school now. Did he forget that he is holding my hand? Even if he did, what's wrong with me that I'm not pulling my hand back?

"This place is beautiful," he says, cutting off my thoughts as soon as we reach the back of my house, and walk into the forest.

"It's calming," I say, and he nods. We begin to walk further, hearing the birds chirping and feeling the calming breeze hit our bodies, my hair fluttering in the air and clothes clung to my body.

"Do you come here often?" He asks, without looking at me, as he pushes away the branches of trees from our path.

"Everyday," I answer, and we stop on a small bridge over the lake below. His eyes suddenly land on our locked hands, and he removes his hand from mine, leaving the feeling of his touch there, and I akwardly rub both of my hands together, facing the lake and leaning against the railing of the bridge.

"No one caught us," he says with a cheeky grin and I let out a low laugh, shaking my head.

"Looks like you're an expert in sneeking out," I say with a smile on my face, as I tuck the lose strands of hair behind my ear.

"Doing that every night babe," he winks at me and I narrow my eyebrows, trying to figure out what he actually means, until it hits me what he is talking about but I pretend to be confused.

By my facial expressions, he understands that I'm not getting anything he's saying, so he shakes his head and chuckles at me.

"Pillowtalk," he grins, winking at me and I give him a dumb face.

"Like, pillows talking to each other? What kind of pillows are those?"

"Woman, do you live under a rock?" He looks at me in disbelief before I start laughing, shaking my head.

"I'm not that dumb, Zayn. I know what you meant," I say, still laughing a bit. I notice as a smile lingers on his face, quietly staring at me, before he himself lets out a chuckle and I turn my attention back to the lake, admiring the beauty of nature.

Whenever anxiety takes over me, or my aunt and her children try to take me down, I always look up to this place to calm myself. It's amazing how nature can make you forget about your problems, and can calm you in many ways.

"You know staring is rude," I state Zayn's words from last night, without looking at him when I feel his eyes fixed on me. I quickly turn my head to face him, watching as he nervously turns his gaze towards the lake, scratching the back of his neck, lightly.

"I wasn't staring," he says and I let out a low chuckle.

"Sure..." I trail off, teasingly.

He begins to play an imaginary drum with his fingers on the railing of the bridge, before his head tilts a bit to again stare at me.

"Where did that bruise come from?" He suddenly questions, with his eyes locked on my hand, and a frown quickly finds it's way on his face.

I quickly pull the sleeves of my hoodie down, covering the bruise Tyler gave me in the morning by twisting my hand.

"I..uh, fell off from the stairs," I lie, not looking at him.

"But it doesn't look like a bruise you'll get by tripping," Zayn says, frowning as his hands move forward, pulling up my sleeve to check my bruise but I quickly pull my hand back.

"I have to go now," I quickly say before turning my back and running away from him.

~*~

A.n: (unedited)

Look Cinderellas, I'm new to this poetry stuff, so bear with me now if it isn't that good.

I'll tell you guys how I got the inspiration to write this book with an effect of Cinderella. Actually, I woke up one day and started using wattpad right at the moment, lying on my bed so my mum was like, "You never do any house chores, you're always glued to your phone. I want you to clean your room and mop the floor,". I got up from my bed and started cleaning my room, and when I was mopping the floor, I swear I got the feeling of Cinderella and felt as if I was in that fairytale where my mum isn't letting me use my phone and making me work work work work--ok not the right time Rihanna--and that was the day when I decided, I'M GOING TO WRITE A BOOK ON MY POOR SELF. OMG I'm a genius I love myself. XD

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#Zaire now ;) (But i miss Zelanie)

Stay blessed and safe. Keep smiling cause it looks best on you.

Love y'all and Zayn a lot.

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