14 ??The weird scene in our classroom?? (2/2)

”You look like you've run a marathon, can I ask why?”

”You can't,”

”Excuse me?”

”You can't ask. If you want to ask, go ahead. It's not like I'll answer. On that note, I'm heading inside.”

He swiftly blocked my way. Again. ”Where did you go?”

”Can you stop stepping in my way? It's irritating.”

He raised a brow at my tone. ”I'll ignore the last part but to answer your question, if I remember correctly there was a certain girl who warned me not to touch her or else . . .” His eyes were lit-up in amusement.

Was he making fun of me?

”Since you seem to be listening to my warning so nicely, I have another one that I'd like for you to listen to—I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk to me. At all.” I was dead serious. A big part of me didn't want that at all but still, I sounded serious. That was a good thing.

”Not talk to you,” He repeated, looking puzzled and pissed. ”I'm not allowed to talk to you, to touch you and what else? Not even look at you. Pfft. Come on.”

”Yes,” I said. ”I don't want you to look at me. You're supposed to lower your gaze with the opposite gender. Ever heard of it?”

He craned his neck down, till we were both eye to eye. His breath fanned my face so I took a small step back.

His low voice made goosebumps rise all over my flesh. ”Do you really think I won't look when your shirt is that see-through?”

What. The. Hell.

I looked down at my stomach just to make sure. It wasn't that see through. But it was. I knew it was see-through enough for people to see my grey sports bra if they looked intently and were up close.

That wasn't good at all.

”You are such a . . .” I swallowed an insult. ”Prude.”

He chuckled darkly, eyes locked with mine and turning a little dangerous after a moment. ”Relax. I didn't look. Yet. You better get something a little less revealing, though. Next time, I won't be so generous.”

Generous, my foot.

”First you have a problem with my niqab and now that I'm wearing this uniform, you still have a problem. What is wrong with you?”

I swallowed the rest of my speech in. There was no need for useless talk with boys and I didn't have anything to prove to him. We bought uniforms from the shop and didn't have a say on whether to change the material of it. It was a little see-through just like every girl in this school wore. Why was he picking on me?

It's not like I felt comfortable wearing it.

Now he made me even more uncomfortable. I would constantly be worrying about people seeing the shape of my back or the dark straps of my sports bra.

Way to make my day better.

”I never said I had a problem with your niqab.” His voice was soft, so soft in fact, it was hardly a whisper.

For a moment, I couldn't believe my ears. I was hallucinating, right?

”Did you forget what you and your friends did to me outside my locker? Or does that count as nothing to you?”

Shame flickered in his eyes. He was never very good at hiding his emotions. Or maybe he just let me see them sometimes.

”That wasn't even remotely related to your niqab and you know it. I was just . . . angry.”

”I didn't deserve that,” I told him with tenacity.

”I know,” He buried a hand in his hair, tugging the strands harshly. ”I frikkin' know. I'm sorry.”

”You don't even know what happened, Zayn. You can't blame me.”

His expression closed down. Just like that. It was as though a mask of indifference had slipped back on his face. He wore his anger as a mask but he knew being angry right now would get him nowhere.

At least not what he was hoping for.

His bet wasn't forgotten. Everything he was doing, he was doing for the bet. I felt sick just thinking about it.

This was a stranger.

I would never think of this person as my Zayn. The beautiful boy I once knew. The one with a kind heart and a sweet smile.

”I don't blame you,” His voice lacked conviction, conveying his real feelings to me.

”Then why do you still want to hurt me?”

He swallowed, looking away. ”I'd never hurt you. Not intentionally.”

I laughed bitterly, tired of all of this. ”Just hear yourself out, Zayn. See if your words match that which is in your heart.”

I had opened the class's door halfway through when he said from behind, ”You never knew what was in my heart, did you, Leia? Otherwise, you never would've left me.”

I clenched my fists and stepped inside.