The chatter in the room came to a stop as the door opened, probably because they thought it was Mr. Bing. Seeing that its Harry, it continued before slowing down a bit once they noticed me. I got some questioning stares, but again, the chatter continued. Mostly directed at me, I'm guessing.

Harry led me to the back of the class, close to the windows where it seemed his friends were. I looked at them before spotting a familiar dark haired idiot.

"Hey Zayn, found you again." I said sitting down on the chair Harry pointed for me to.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," he replied reaching out to tug on my braids. "They all always come back for Zayn."

Swatting his hand away while rolling my eyes at him, "It's a wonder they do, considering the fact that 'Zayn' talks about himself like that."

That comment seemed as funny to Zayn as it was to me that we both just stopped talking and laughed at the ridiculous act of flirting that Zayn had put on.

After laughing, we turned to notice the looks Harry and the rest were giving us.

"What?" We asked at the same time causing us to smile at each other again.

"Well for one it's weird seeing you laugh with a girl other than Imogene. When you normally act like some weird emo kid around other girls." said one of the brown haired boys with really weird tattoos on his arm like someone gave a 5year old a marker and said have fun.

"I don't act like an emo kid. It's called having a mysterious persona, Louis, something you obviously need." Zayn said smacking the boy on the head.

"Oh, so you're not the resident bad boy- playboy?" I asked laughing at the play fight they seemed to have started.

"Is that what he told you?" asked the other brown haired one with four arrows tattooed on his arm.

"Well he didn't actually say anything. I just got that vibe when we were talking this morning."

"So Zayn met a girl and didn't tell us." said the blonde one, who looked very clean skin, considering the other boys he hung out with.

Zayn didn't answer just glared at the fair haired boy, although I could see a blush creeping up his neck. I smiled at that, thinking its amusing that such a boy could blush.

My eyes found Harry and I found him biting his lip trying to stop a laugh from coming out. When his eyes met mine, I quirked a brow and he smiled at me. I gestured at Zayn who was still trying to answer the questions the other boys couldn't just stop asking.

I guess he understood what I meant because he clapped his hands causing the other boys to place their attention on him.

"You guys can leave the questioning for later. Like I don't know how questioning Zayn is important right now." Pointing at me he continued, "considering the fact that I brought a girl here, a pretty one."

I was so happy that I had a lot of melanin because the last statement, definitely, if I was a couple shades lighter would have caused me to look like a tomato.

"Zara, meet Louis, Liam and Niall," he told me pointing them out. "In other words the other idiots I'm friends with."

Zayn snickered and I think Louis was about to say something, but he got cut off by the sound of the door opening. We looked up and saw that the teacher had finally arrived.

Mr. Bing did not seem to care that he was late or even mildly care that the students continued the noise they were making even as he was there. He just looked through the paper he was holding and after a while he looked up.

He ran his hands through his hair and cleared his throat to get the attention of the students. The throat clearing worked and soon enough the students faced him.

"So it's a new school year and I'm supposed to give a couple of announcements. But I don't particularly have the energy to do that, so I'm not going to bother." Looking down at the paper once more he continued. "We have a new student," hearing him say that everyone turned to look in my direction.

"Zara just moved here from Nigeria and I'm supposed to tell you to be nice to her." At that he frowned even more at the paper. "But since I know telling you that is a waste of time, I won't say it."

That just made everybody laugh and he gestured for me to stand but just as I was about to, the bell rang and everybody rushed to get their stuff for the next class.

I looked for my timetable to check what I had next and while I was doing that, I felt a tap and looked up to see Harry gesturing for my timetable.

"You're in luck we have the same classes today and even the same lunch period." He said, while guiding me with his hand on my waist to the door.

"Yay, lucky me, I'm stuck with you for the rest of the day." I joked, reveling at the fact that he was touching me.

"You my friend are a character." He said flicking my nose and laughing. "I know you're squealing at the fact that you have to spend more time with me."

"Honestly," I began raising my brow, "I prefer spending more time with Zayn, he's funnier."

"Yeah sure, Zayn's funnier."

"I happen to find he's whole mysterious persona amusing."

That made him to laugh, "Such a character." He said to himself before opening the door we were at and saying, "Welcome to English.

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