~Natalia
We got to the music room just on time. Apparently, it was also my next class, which was good. Zach smiled at me, and I smiled back. And then I heard a growl. I turned around and saw an angry Zayn staring at me and Zach.
Warily, I poked his chest. He glanced down at me and his eyes softened a bit.
Knowing that whatever I was doing was working, I continued to poke his chest until he caught my hand in his.
"Why are you angry?" I asked. I couldn't think of a reason for why he was acting like this. "Did I do something to upset you?" I asked, pouting slightly.
His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. "No, cupcake, you didn't do anything wrong. Why would you even ask that?"
"Well, you seem angry, and I don't know what caused it so-"
"Cupcake, you didn't do anything wrong, so get that out of your head," he said sternly. I nodded my head and faced the teacher.
"Hi, there!" I said brightly. The music teacher smiled at me and motioned for me to take a seat.
"Before we begin, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Mr. Brian and I will be your music teacher for the rest of the year," he said proudly.
In my opinion, Mr. Brian looked nice. He had wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was probably around 30.
Zayn growled again. I turned around and glared. "Would you stop growling?" I asked harshly. He looked at me in surprise before looking back at the teacher.
Tears swelled in my eyes. Now Zayn's mad at me. Great. Just great. There was only one thing I could think about doing to make him happier. I stood up from my seat and sat on Zayn's lap. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck. He smelt really good, just like usual.
Zayn tightened his arms around me and placed a soft kiss on my hair, causing me to giggle.
"I'm sorry, Zayn," I said softly.
"It's ok, cupcake," he replied in my ear, causing me to shiver. He smiled against my neck, knowing the effect he had on me.
"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" he asked, smirking. I gulped and shook my head quickly. Too quickly. He chuckled and placed another kiss on my forehead.
"I'll take that as a yes," he says huskily. I whine and shift on his lap, causing him to gasp.
"Remember what I told you about that, cupcake?" he asks lowly. I gulp and nod, trying to get comfortable.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" he asks, his voice slightly strained. I shake my head and sigh, resulting in resting my head on his chest.
"Well, that's it for today, class," Mr. Brian says. My eyes widened. How much time did I spend getting distracted with Zayn?
"Mr. Zayn and Ms. Natalia, may I please speak to you both for a moment?" he asks.
"No, you may not," Zayn replies smugly.
I sigh and walk over to Mr. Brian. "You wanted to speak to me?" I ask.
He smiles and nods. Something is just off with this guy. I don't know what it is, but there's just something.
Walking over to his desk, he picks up a couple of papers and read through them. "Since Mr. Zayn decided to leave the classroom, I am going to have to talk to you alone," he says. I turn around and realize that Zayn had actually left the classroom. Why would he leave me?
"You and Zayn seemed pretty distracted during class," Mr. Brian says. I blush and look down.
"I am going to have to take marks off from both of you-"
"No! Please don't!" I beg. If my father were to find out that my marks were dropping, he would kill me. Literally.
"Well, there is something you can do for extra credit," he says, smiling smugly at me.
"What is it?" I ask curiously. "I'll do anything, just please don't lower my mark," I plead.
He smiles at me. "Suck me," he demands.
Confusion spread across my face. "What do you mean suck you?" I ask.
His eyes widen and then he smiled even more. "So you're an innocent one," he said.
Fear instilled in my body. He sounded like my father.
"Leave me alone," I said, my voice shaking.
"No can do, little girl," he said and yanked my hair. Tears ran down my face.
"Zayn!" I screamed. "Help me!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Mr. Brian snarled. The door slammed open, and in came a very angry Zayn.
He knocked out Mr. Brian with a single punch and rushed to me.
"Cupcake, I'm so so sorry for leaving you," he said sincerely. I clung to him, not wanting to let go.
"Do you want to walk?" he asked gently. I shook my head.
"Alright, sweetheart." He picked me up and I snuggled into him. I felt safe knowing he was with me.
"Don't leave me Zayn," I said, softly. He stopped walking and looked me straight in the eye.
"I would never, cupcake." With that, he kissed me passionately.