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"Malory, the final terms are about to begin, what are you doing with your life?" Mr Dunbar scolds me. I lower my head, looking at four papers signed 'F'.

I have been failing all my classes with no improvement since the past months and final terms are after four months. Mr Dunbar, my principal, said, according to the school's policy he would not let me sit in the exams if I do not clear a mock exam before the final terms. With the current rate of my Fs in almost every subject, I don't know how I'm going to clear the mock exam which contains questions from all the subjects.

"You're going to repeat the class if you don't take your studies seriously." He warns me and my eyes widen at his words. "If you don't want to stay behind your friends-which I know you don't have- I advise you-scratch that, I order you to start studying!" He slams his palms on his table, making me jump a little in my seat. He did not do that really loud but that was unexpected.

He suddenly places a hand on his hairless head and looks down almost starting to sob. Yes, I know, it's called bald, but Harry and I have a unique way to call it a hairless head. "I have no plans of seeing you in this school for two more years if you fail, please please PLEASE start studying!" He starts begging dramatically, almost on the verge of crying, making me look at him and then around me so I make sure no one thinks I started beating the principal or anything like that.

"I am so tired of you failing the classes and terrorising the students around!" He cries to himself, his hand still on his head. My principal is so done with me.

"Malory, you're a girl, act like one! Go make friends, score higher grades, enjoy parties-without getting pregnant-just go do something with your life like a normal girl!" He starts banging his palms again on the table with every word, in anger.

"Okay, Mr Dunbar it's que for me to uh... just maybe you know walk out now..." I stammer in a quirky manner, quickly standing up, pointing towards the door then at myself and everywhere around, awkwardly.

He starts sobbing and my eyes widen as I run towards the door. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" I announce, holding up my hands in front of him before quickly running out of his office when I bump into my brother who was waiting for me outside the principal's office.

"Is our principal on drugs, Harry?" I ask my brother, looking at the principal's office's closed-door behind me.

"Why was he sobbing?" Harry narrows his eyebrows in confusion as he looks at the door before turning back his gaze to me.

"I failed four subjects, he said I might have chances to repeat the class and also he seems so done with me," I sigh, shrugging my shoulders.

I have no plans to repeat the class. I want to be out of this place as soon as possible, not stuck here forever. We're going to our senior year, there's going to be only one year left I can't make it to two.

If I repeat, Paige will be gone, Harry will be gone...

I have to do something about it.

"Malory, you need to start studying." Harry orders, his voice getting heavier as he looks at me sternly. "If you don't pass the mock exam, then I'm not going to study or pass the finals and that would be on you," he says, placing his index finger on my forehead.

"Mom's going to have a heart attack with both of her kids failing," I say, smacking his finger away from my forehead.

"Then do something about it!" Harry exclaims and I groan, nodding my head.

Honestly, I have no clue what's going on in our classes. Mostly, because I'm either asleep, reading books on Wattpad or watching teen wolf with only subtitles in most of my classes.

Ugh, how much I love that show. It's currently the 13th time I'm rewatching all the seasons. Am I crazy or is that normal?

"Malory!" Harry shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'm talking to you, don't you dare be thinking about Dylan O'Brien or Tyler Posey!"

I give him a sheepish smile, patting him lightly on his back. "I wasn't thinking about them, but their show.." I let out an awkward low laugh.

Harry slaps me on the back of my head, and I gasp as I pluck his curly hair in return, making him pluck mine and we both start slapping and plucking each other's hair, forgetting that we're in school and right out of our principal office at the moment.

"What are you both doing?!" I hear Mr Dunbar's voice which stops Harry and I in the middle. We mumble a "shit" under our breath together before straightening ourselves and looking at the principal. "Detention for both of you today!" He shouts making Harry and I whine in protest as we glare at each other in anger before turning around to leave when our principal's voice stops us.

"These twins are going to make me crazy," Mr Dunbar starts crying to himself again holding his head in his hands. Harry looks at me and I look at him before we both quickly walk away from there.

I walk over to my locker with thoughts of my failure running around my head. I am in a position where the thought I have been declining is becoming dominant in my head. I wish there was something else I can do but there isn't. I can't find any other way and this seems like the only option now.

Before I know it, my feet drag me to the lockers at the end of the hall where I meet the person I have been avoiding since the past two days.

"Zayn..." I call out his name slowly as he turns around with a confused face. He is wearing a maroon long loose sweatshirt with his loose jeans. His fringe is falling on his glasses as he slowly pushes it away to look at me.

I might say maroon suits him.

"Malory," He says in his thick accent and I quickly lower my gaze and stand on tiptoes, placing my hands in my jacket's pockets.

I am not sure why but since our argument that day it feels strange to look at him directly in his eyes. I slowly begin to drift off to my thoughts, forgetting that Zayn is waiting for me to talk.

"Malory?" Zayn snaps me out of my thought and I take a quick deep breath.

"I accept your deal," I blurt out without thinking twice as I lift my up gaze to meet his. A satisfied breath comes out of his mouth, a light smile reaching it's way to his lips when he speaks.

"When do we start?"

Little did I know I was going to regret it so much.

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