When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

20; Papers, Libraries, and Written thoughts

Zayn

 

"Hey, how was Manchester?"

Emma falls into step beside me, her clunky boots hitting the pavement as she tries to keep up with me. We're currently outside on the campus and I was walking towards the library to do some catch up study. It was Monday, the day after we had arrived back from Manchester, and my class wasn't until this afternoon.

"Hey," I greet, slowing down so she can walk alongside me. "It was good, yeah. Good to catch up with my old mates."

"From high school?" She asks.

I nod simply.

"Hey listen," Emma speaks up once the conversation goes a bit awkward. "I've been thinking more about that asylum idea."

"Oh yeah?" I turn to her, intrigued. The whole thing is rather fascinating. It'll do wonders for our grades on the project.

"Yeah. You still keen?"

"Of course." I grin.

She smiles. "Great! Yeah, great. Let me know when you're free, okay?"

"I should be this weekend?" I offer.

Her eyes almost light up. "Really? Oh, sick. Yeah, that'll be great. We can go Saturday and come back Sunday."

I have to smile at how excited Emma is about all this. "Sounds good," I say brightly.

"Okay, well I have to go to my class," she speaks. "See you later."

"See you." I wave her off as she walks away and I head into the library, picking a isolated table and sitting down.

I'm usually not one for voluntary study in libraries, but I have an English assignment due tomorrow and I've barely even started. It's not an assignment as such, but more just a writing piece. And I've been stuck at what to write about for weeks. Just as I'm about to brainstorm some ideas, the chair across from me moves and someone sits down.

I glance up to see Violet dumping her books onto the table and resting her elbows on the wooden surface. She looks at me with a glint of annoyance. It's the same glare she's given me since we arrived back from Manchester. The entire ride home we didn't speak much, and if we did, it was awkward. I was trying to forget about what had happened between us, but she simply couldn't. She would not let the damn issue go.

I look back down at my paper.

"So what, you're just not going to talk to me now?" She huffs.

I don't say anything.

"Fine. Fine. You know, I'm really pissed at you, Zayn Malik."

I gulp, focusing on my paper still.

"You are such a god damn asshole. God. Do you know that? I've been calling you. Are you avoiding me?"

I write the date onto my paper.

"Because if you are, that's so damn rude. You are so god damn rude. Why are you acting like this is my fault?" She continues. Jesus, she just doesn't quit. "I said I was sorry. Woah, I'm so sorry, Zayn, that your girlfriend is a virgin. I'm so sorry that you're so upset about that. Newsflash, bucko, I was a virgin when we started dating. In case you've forgotten. And, if I remember correctly, you said you were fine with it. Are you even listening to me?"

I scribble something down.

"What are you even doing? Writing a journal entry? The Tale of My Girlfriend the Virgin."