Blursday

"You're fucking Daniela right?" This was the most random shit to happen on a Monday morning. Zayn just grouchily got to school a little early because Laverne wanted him to be more productive. The first thing he did was go to the washrooms since the classroom wasn't open yet. He locked himself in a stall and sat on the closed toilet trying to get his missing half an hour of sleep. His stall door was knocked open and there stood Chantelle asking him the question above.

"Where did you get that information?" Zayn asked in a yawn. Chantelle entered Zayn's space and leaned on the wall.

"Her vibe gave it away." He couldn't contain himself from laughing even if sleep held him back from being lively.

"Wow, a vibe? A VIBE?! We're not even friends. Ask someone else." He shut his eyes again and ignored the boy looming over him.

"I'm asking you."

"And I answered. You and I both know we are not cool right now and have nothing to do with each other so why would I be getting in her pants?" Zayn's eyes were wide open now. This bullshit in this early morning?

"Oh, I'm not bothered by the way everyone knows I'm not bothered by sharing holes but be honest with me so I can step up my game, y'know." Chantelle flashed a disgusting grin which made Zayn visibly cringe.

"Repeating, We are not fucking!" Chantelle lifted an eyebrow giving Zayn a suspicious look before leaving. "I fucking hate this school." He could sleep now he was disturbed and harassed right out of it. All he could do now was roam the halls until 7:30.

A veiny hand grabbed the boy's shoulder, waking him from his daze sleep. Zayn yelps in surprise with wide eyes as his body jolts up off the concrete floor. A voice he knows well and has heard many times says something loud enough for him to hear. The one above him geekily smiled down at him.

"Why are you on the floor?" Aaron questions sliding down right next to him. Zayn shrugged and closed his eyes again. "Did you not sleep last night?"

Zayn side eyed him and shut his eyes again before muttering quietly "No I did, I'm just not used to being up this early." Zayn glanced at him with one eye surveying his body language. He definitely had something to say that was written all over him. He noticed how much he was fiddling his fingers and how his lips quivered to form something. "You want something or have something to say. Tell me." Aaron stiffened and adjusted himself with an uncomfortable smile.

"Well..." His smile dropped but he quickly pulled it back up. "I broke up with Saintclair..." Zayn shrugged with no care for Saintclair. "It hurt like hell but I just had to and the sucky thing is, He didn't even care he just told me to 'Do what you want" I don't like that. He was putting this quote on quote investigation over me. I felt awful, I don't hate him but God I want to kill him." Aaron was very expressive with his hands and facial expressions. It was kinda surprising, His usually was calm and tried not to gently put everything but this was completely different.

"What do you mean by investigation?"

"That's none of your business-" Aaron stopped himself and stared at Zayn. "Um the point is, I deserve to feel important and seen in a relationship and if that's not happening I want nothing if I can't have anything." Zayn felt like he heard those words before not spoken in the same sequence but along those lines. It was like a wave of deja vu washed over him and a familiar feeling set in. He thought about why he felt like that and who said it to him and it made him agitatedly sad.

"I-I I think… I understand." Zayn tilted his head sideways to subsidize the uncomfortable feeling he was feeling deep down. "Uh um.. I need a minute- fuck why do I feel like this." Zayn covered his face away from Aaron. He pushed himself up and with his hands and drifted off to the bathroom. He understood why he was feeling like shit, he knew where he was wrong.

Zayn was realizing where he heard those similar words before, from Daniela over and over. He heard her say that to him multiple times but they didn't really bleed through him, they never stuck with him but he understood and accepted it but now he was feeling bad and felt like he was somewhat dismissive even if it wasn't his intention. He felt like he was heaving trying to calm down over it but it wasn't working.

Was he that much of a bad person?

"Are you okay out there? Sounds like Asthma." Someone echoed from in a stall.

"Yeah- Uh I'm fine."

"Doesn't sound like it." A flush was heard and the last door was pushed open by none other than Mormon who fixed his dark glasses on his face. "Don't make fun of me I wasn't taking a shit at school, that's weird. I was bored so I was just scrolling through my phone in there."

"It's fine, I don't care." Zayn mutters, washing his hands.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I'm just…" Mormon chuckles and checks himself out in the mirror straightening his blazer jacket with his club and school logo.

"I know you're one of those guys who have the mindset boys don't cry but real men cry. Fuck other people let it stream." Mormon smiles at his advice that wasn't helping it was just freaking out Zayn even more. Zayn's face was in his elbow.

"I don't care about crying but when you cry in front of others it's seen as weak and can be used against you because you're in your weakest moments and anything can happen, anything can be said. I don't cry or try not to get upset because I refused to be used." Zayn whipped out a handkerchief and whipped his tears. Mormon smiled at him but was displaced by Zayn.

"So you say. Hey, how is that drive going? What are your plans?"

"I don't know and when I know you'll find out." He splashed some water on his face and glared at his reflection.

"I'll know?" Mormon smile fell lopsided as he drank in Zayn's words. Zayn pulled out his phone to check the smile and smiled, he can finally go to class.

Zayn walked into class and flashed a quick smile at Daniela who returned it. Lorel caught that.

"What was that?" She asked, confused , grabbing his shoulder to face her.

"What was what?" Zayn shook off her hold just as confused.

"That!" She pointed to Daniela.

"Oh, we're cool I guess we had something to do with our families and he hashed things out so it's alright." Lorel turned around with a puzzled expression.

"Okay." She mumbled. Was he ever gonna tell her if she didn't ask? "So What, yall friends?" She asked, kinda irked.

"No, not yet, I guess we're kinda getting there." Zayn pulled out some things from his bag and propped himself on his desk. "When we get there, we get there I guess but right now it's kinda weird and iffy." Zayn shrugged. Lorel felt like something was missing. Her eyes darted between the two and something just felt off.

"What did you talk about?"

"None of your business." Zayn said without a thought of how that could come off. Lorel was greatly offended. She was just concerned and it was a small question. He could have said the future and she would have nothing more to ask but now she felt he was hiding something or didn't trust her and that didn't sit right with her. It annoyed her to the bone.

"Okay." She smiled but it wasn't without a twitch to press for more. "Anything else?" Zayn glanced at her in his relaxed position.

"No."

"You sure cuz… I know there is something missing." Zayn grew irritated at her question and his eyes grew.

"Like what? Are you going to accuse me of sleeping with her too? If I have anything else to tell I'll tell. We are friends but you don't have to be up in my business all the time." Lorel was disappointed in his reaction.

"Zayn, I feel like you guys talked about things you haven't even told me yet even though I gave you all my support and gave no reason not to trust me. I just want to know so I can fully support you as always." She propped herself up waiting for him to say something but all she was met with was him staring at her with a blank expression. "You don't trust me?"

"Lorel… things right now are a little hard to explain, of course, I trust but… I don't want to talk about it."

"I'm sure you told Daniela tho."

"Hey, get up. Let's go somewhere a little quieter." Zayn said, offering his hand. She responded and here she was being pulled through the halls of Ferris Hugh's High to god knows where by Zayn Snipes. They finally stopped in a secluded hallway on the other side of the school. "Promise not to tell ANYONE." She nodded slowly, kinda shocked at the tone. "Use your words, Lorel."

"Uh- Yeah I promise," She gulps a bit. "Of course. What is it exactly?" Her eyes search the boy's nervous face. He was as pale as he could get and his hands seemed sorta trembling.

"I just felt like I don't know yet and I still don't know yet and everything seems so weird now. I just feel like shit because I feel like I don't know myself and I'm trying to figure it all out but it's not working or just at a standstill of sorts." His breathing seemed like he was about to go into one of his mini panic attacks, maybe she shouldn't have asked and waited for him to come to her. "I didn't want to talk about it because I was afraid of how you would react because I want you to think highly of me as a friend and because I wasn't feeling the same way about myself and still don't I thought you would have the same reaction." He glanced into the girl standing across from him gulping on the lumps forming in his throat. "I kinda feel o-or I do- I'm not sure right now I kinda just like one… guy." Zayn paused for his friend's reaction who just stared back at him wide eyed. This was shocking. She was expecting something completely different like std or mental illness. This was the most nervous she's seen him in a very long time and she understood and she felt proud of him.

"That's fine." She grinned and pulled him into a hug that he definitely needed after stressing himself out over how she might feel about hearing this. "I don't know why you would go crazy about how I would feel when I myself dated a girl or two." He didn't get it either. He just didn't want her to think any less of him. "So are you bisexual or…" She asked, stretching the last word.

" I still have a huge appreciation for tits." Zayn jokes, licking away his stray tears. "Let's not put a label on it. I'm just figuring things out and it's been messing with me and I don't feel like me." Zayn felt like he could finally breathe and not feel like he was choking. He felt free and now he could tell her how he got to this point.

"So… You're saying you like Aar-" Zayn covers her mouth as she was talking a bit too loud. She quickly changed her tone. "Aaron? Does he know? You know he came out today? He posted it on his Instagram, such a weird coincidence."

"What?!"