This was his last term in school before he gets into university like his mother wants. Like his father never cared about. University has never been a thing to him, he never mingled with people in school no more less than crowds of people in university knowing he definitely needed to mingle.
He hated everything about the school, no one saw him, he felt like he was invisible. People passed him, not minding if he stood there or not. He wasn't scared of solitude or being lonely, he never liked people anyways. It was just all for the sake of his mom.
He was trying to do everything for his mother, and is still trying to do everything for his mom. When his father had died, she didn't mourn her husband or cry like women who were in love with their husband did but try to console him instead.
He knew she was in deep pain, losing her second baby in the process. His junior brother or sister, they never knew. He needs to get his head out of those strange books and focus on his mom.
His eyes went up to the school gates and he sighed. Maybe, focusing on his books and career would be a better choice thereby making his mother happy but he still needed a clue.
Laughs echo inside the class as the teacher left. Everyone scrambling to get to their friends seat, some others opening their books to read while others leave the classroom for God knows what.
A dark haired boy whistled laughing alongside other students, they talked pointing to other people in the class. They were making fun of people.
"That won't be possible, would it be zayn?"
Zayn lifted his head from his books to his classmate, the guy was trouble, a bully, he didn't like the guy. He bent his head and focused on the book he was reading, not answering his question. He knew what they were saying and it was always about stupid things, nothing relevant.
"He can't defeat me, can he?" The boy stood up from his own seat across zayn, pushing it aside causing it to make a screeching sound earning him glares and looks from the other classmates "no one can defeat me, can they zayn?" He walked and stood in front of zayn's chair, propping his hands on the open book on his desk, he bent down eye to eye level with zayn.
Zayn breathed out "no one can defeat you Zander" he answered, the last thing he needed right now was trouble of any sort. "That's it" Zander shouted, lifting himself as he flinged his hands in the air. "No one can defeat the great zander"he guffawed, however something made him halt.
He stood clutching his hand on his chest, his face contoured into pain as his eyes went to zayn and the other classmates. He screamed falling to his knees, some female students came to his aid but he pushed them screaming, his eyes landed back to zayn as he began coughing blood.
Zayn sat there, his eyes not leaving zander's, students came running and piling up in the classroom yet their eyes never left each other. After some time, he was taken out from the class with the help of the school doctor.
The bell rang which meant it was break time but zayn didn't stand up to leave. Everyone left but he sat still, everything happening left him discombobulated. He couldn't think straight, what just happened now. He rubbed his hand on his face, frustration seized him.
He was only angry about what he heard saying about the girls and some weak nerdy boys in the class, that's all. Thus, when zander had laughed at him making him look like a fool, something deep inside his chest fueled.
This wasn't the first time he's picked on him but a deep rage swelled inside him. This time, he wished he would suffer a little for what he made the others feel. But that had been for the future not for now. The blood wasn't from him, was it?.
The school bell rang for closure which he was happy about and left without turning back. While he walked back home, he heard footsteps behind him but whenever he turned back, he saw nothing.
He hastened his footsteps and it felt like the footsteps quickened it's too and actually this made him scared he sprinted off and he heard a laugh echoing distantly.
A familiar laugh.
He didn't turn until he reached his home where he met his mom who panicked and asked seeing him that way. He answered that he was okay brushing her off, aware that it would hurt her feelings.
He went to his room and found the book from the woods. After that incident when he was about to pick it up it didn't budge but didn't after he read the writings and now it lay on his bed with the same writings and another complicated phrase
"Are you scared zayn?"