One Direction Interracial Imagines & Preferences

I Promise *Ashanti*

This is a imagine for Ashanti AshantiScruggs hope you like it!

May be triggering for people in situations where they feel as if their presence isnt needed.

I love you all *hugs and kisses*

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Ashanti walked into school heading straight to the main office. All last week the receptionist have been talking about a new student coming in. Ashanti is an O.A (Office Assistant) so she will be showing them around.

"Goodmorning, Mrs. Rye." Ashanti said walking into to the office and checking in.

"You too, Ash, today you will be showing-" Mrs. Rye looked into her computer. "Zayn Malik around. He should be here around 8:00. Your first period teacher knows you'll be giving him a tour so don't worry about being late."

Ashanti nodded her head and looked at the clock. She has 15 minutes to waste before giving a tour so she just walked around the school figuring out what to show him first.

She came back 5 minutes before 8 and waited out the rest of the time in the office. The sound of keyboards and pen clicks is what she had to listen to for 5 minutes, when clock struck 8:00 she didn't expect Zayn to be in on time.

But he was.

8:00 Zayn walked in and checked in with the receptionist.

"Hey um, I'm Zayn Malik and I was told that I would like have a tour guide, are they here?"

"Yes, Ashanti is right behind you actually."

Zayn turned around seeing Ashanti looking right back at him. His beauty captivated her , she didn't really see his face when he walked in but now she sees him up close, it was kind of overwhelming.

Ashanti stood up and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans before introducing herself.

"Hi, my name's is Ashanti, and I'll be your guide." She stuck out her hand.

"Zayn, I'm the kid you're guiding." He gripped her hand and shook it firmly. His touch gave her tiny butterflies in her tummy but she brushed them off.

"Alright Mrs. Rye we're off." Ashanti said giving a smile.

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"Okay this is our last stop, the fine arts hall. This is where most of the language classes are and art classes, such as: Calligraphy, Ceramics, Crafts, etcetra."

Ashanti and Zayn walked down the fine arts hall passing by on going classes.

"So wherever your first class is, I can walk you there, if you want." Ashanti offered Zayn.

"What about you?" Zayn asked caringly.

Even though he just met Ashanti he felt as if there was something dragging her down. It was if she was trying to pose as a happy well put together person, but holding all that up is only making her feel down.

"Zayn, I know this school from the back of my hand," She showed off her right hand."There's no need, but thanks for the offer. Now where's your first period?"

Zayn took out his schedule from his bag giving it to Ashanti. Seems like they have the same class. It's in the exact hall they were standing in.

Ashanti walked into the general arts class first with Zayn right behind her. She handed the teacher a slip to let her know Zayn is new.