Mia's POV:

I sit in second period, my mind wandering anywhere to block out the boring lesson my teacher is teaching. I always hated science, no matter how much I tried to enjoy it. I could stand math, and language arts but never science.

"Mia Clarke?" My teacher calls out, looking around the room.

"Yes?" I raise my hand, confused.

She sets her phone down, "The principal wants you down in his office, now."

My heart stops, what did I do? I don't think I did anything wrong.

"Okay." I agree, grabbing my supplies and leaving. I walk down the hall as anticipation rips at me slowly. I never have been called down to the principal's. I have no idea what he could want me for.

I walk into the administration office and the lady at the desk looks at me, "What may I help you with?"

"Um, I'm Mia Clarke. I got called down to the principal's office." I explain, hoping it was a huge mix up and I didn't actually need to be here.

"Oh, yes. Just head right in, they're waiting for you." She smiles.

I nod and nervously walk down the small hall to his door. Opening it, confusion hits me hard. Not only is the principal in here, but Zayn is also.

"Uh, hi. You called me down here?" I ask, their heads turning to me.

"Well, hello Mia. Close the door will you?" He asks.

I close the door and he motions to the seat next to Zayn. Walking over, I keep my eyes on Zayn wondering what he could possibly have to do with this.

"You don't have to be nervous, Mia. You aren't in trouble, nothing like that at all."

It feels as if a thousand weights have been lifted off of me. "That's a relief." I laugh, rubbing my shoulders anxiously. "So what am I down here for?"

"Well, Zayn's schedule has been moved around and all his classes are different. He mentioned you two are quite good friends, and we saw you had the most classes with him. We were all hoping you would be kind enough to show him around to his classes."

My jaw drops, but I recover. "I can do that, I think."

"Great! Go ahead and skip the rest of second period and show him around." He orders, and I nod.

As we leave and walk down the hall, I look over at Zayn. "How many classes do we have together?"

"Three, I believe." He shrugs. "I hope that's okay."

"Of course it's okay."

After I'm done showing Zayn around, the bell signaling second period is over rings. "You think you've got this handled?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. See you soon, Mia."

"Goodbye, Zayn." I wave, making my way to french the class Niall just happens to be in.

I walk in and see Niall immediately. Sighing, I go and sit in my assigned seat right next to him. "Mia, can we please just talk?"

"About?"

"You know exactly what about."

"Okay, then talk." I agree, keeping my eyes straight forward.

"I'm your best friend, you know I would never intentionally hurt you-" He begins, but I cut him off.

"I'm stopping you right there, you did hurt me Niall. You knew it would hurt me and you still kept it from me."

"Okay, you're right and I'm sorry." I don't answer and he goes on. "I should've told you the moment I found out. It's just, you don't like guys that much and when you developed the crush on Max I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you." Tears appear in my eyes.

I developed a crush on one of Harry's friends, Max and he admitted he liked me also. Turns out it was a joke, and he never really liked me. I was more heart broken when I found out my best friend, Niall, knew all along. It is true that I didn't find a guy I liked very often so it hurt a lot when I found out he was lying.

"Niall, you have to see this from my point of view. My best friend knew that somebody was lying to me, and he didn't tell me. He knew how much I liked this boy, and he knew how much it would hurt." Some tears fall and Niall's mouth is wide open in shock.

"Will you ever be able to forgive me?" He whispers as the teacher apologizes for being a bit late.

"Yes, but I need time." I then turn away from Niall and focus the best I can on the lesson.

As I head down to lunch, I am stopped by Harry in the hallway. "Mia, can we talk?"

"Sure." I agree, stopping so we can talk.

"Have you been ignoring me?"

"No, I've just been too busy to answer anybody's calls or texts. Don't take it personal." The lie slips between my lips easily, almost too easily.

He bits his lip. "Okay, I can accept that. What were you and Niall talking about in french? You seemed pretty upset."

"Nothing, Harry." I couldn't tell him what happened, it was too embarassing.

"Don't lie to me, please."

"Fine. One of your friends did something to me, and it hurt a lot..." I try to explain the best I can without giving away too much.

"What did they do?" He asks, his eyes furrowed with curiosity.

"It's too embarassing..."

"I would never laugh at you, Mia." Harry says, honestly.

"H-He pretended to like me and I believed it." I look down at the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"What friend of mine?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Mia." He begs, sternly.

"Max. It was Max."

"I'll take care of it."

"Harry, no-"

"How about later this week we meet up at the local cafe?" Harry asks, looking me straight in the eyes.

"I-I suppose...." Right as I say that, Zayn walks up and greets me.

"Mia! Would you like to sit with me during lunch today?"

My mind is suddenly pulled away from Harry and I's talk, "I don't see why not."

"Great! Oh, who is this?" Zayn asks, a small smirk on his lips.

"This is Harry. I thought you knew him?" I ask, looking back and forth at the two.

"No, turns out I mixed up him for somebody else." I nod and he grabs my forearm. "Well, it was nice to meet you Harry. Let's go, Mia."

Harry noticeably fumes angrily as Zayn pulls me away, I barely catch it but I notice Zayn wink at him (almost tauntingly) as Harry watches us walk to the cafeteria.

As we sit at lunch, Zayn and I talk non-stop. "So what's your favorite genre of movie?" I ask, but my smile drops as I see Delila approaching us.

"Zayn!" She grins, ignoring me completely.

"Hey, Delila." He turns his back to me and I sit there like an idiot.

"What do you say to a tour of our school library before fifth period?"

Jealously runs through my veins as Zayn turns back to me, but I am already standing up. "I need to go. But you two have fun touring the library." I say bitterly, turning around and stalking out of the lunchroom.

As school gets out, Zayn runs up to me. "Why were you ignoring me in class?"

"I wasn't." I lie, truth is I was. I didn't want to speak to him.

"Mia, why did you leave?"

"I had some homework I had to do."

"Oh." He sighs, still following me outside.

"But I bet you had fun with the library tour." I spit, and leave him in his own confusion.

As soon as I get home, I drop my backpack on the ground and grab my laptop to log onto FaceBook. I look through my suggested friends and my heart stops when I see Zayn.

I didn't know he had a page? He never struck me at the social media type.

Using all my courage, I add him as a friend. My heart skips a beat when my laptop dings and I see he accepted almost immediately. Suddenly, I get a message.

From: Zayn Malik

Please don't be mad at me :/

I sigh as I think of how to respond to that.

From: Mia Clarke

I'm not angry

From: Zayn Malik

Yes you are, I saw it on your face and why else would you bring up Delila and I?

He has a point and he knows it.

From: Mia Clarke

...

From: Zayn Malik

See?

From: Mia Clarke

Whatever, it's okay.

From: Zayn Malik

You sure? :)

I really had no reason to be angry at him anyway, so why the big fuss?

From: Mia Clarke

Yes :)

I am about to log off of FaceBook when a new message from Harry pops up.

From: Harry Styles

I saw you were online :)

From: Mia Clarke

Just about to log off, actually

From: Harry Styles

Oh. Well, would you be free to go to the cafe this Thursday?

I think it over, would I be? I didn't really want to go, but it would be unbelieveably rude to turn him down.

From: Mia Clarke

Yes

I close my laptop and head downstairs to see dinner set out. "Oh, hello. I was just about to call you down." My mom smiles.

"Well, I'm here." I sigh, sitting down at my place.

As we start eating, my dad asks the question I have been trying to avoid. "So where's that Neil kid these days? We haven't seen him lately."

I groan. "Niall, dad. His name is Niall not Neil."

"Oh, Niall. Well where has he been?" He asks, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"Just around, we both have been to busy to hang out."

"Busy how? All you've done is stayed up in your room all day on social media." My mom snorts.

"Mom." I glare, setting my fork down as my parents laugh in agreement.

As soon as dinner is over, I hurry and change into comfy and warm clothes and head out to the woods to read a bit.

I kind of had no choice, seeing as my language arts teacher assigned us to read The Book Thief. I head out and take the almost un-noticeable path to my sitting place. All it really is, is a small bench in the middle of nowhere. But it was peaceful, and I liked it.

I finish up a few chapters and decide to head back to my house when I notice it getting a bit darker and windier. As I am about to walk onto the street, I notice Zayn angrily pacing around on the phone.

"Seriously, you still haven't found it? God you are useless!" He yells, hanging up the phone.

A bit scared, I stay as quiet as I can, hoping he will not see me. He heads inside, and as soon as he's gone, I run  a cross the street into my house as fast as I can.

Who was he talking to, and what was he looking for?

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