He, Zayn, had a bit of a reputation. Not a good one but apparently not so bad because people were still drawn to him. What could he say? Red was a nice color. Who wouldn't be drawn to his red flags? Well, sorry, ladies, but he was for the guys.

Anyways, you were in his history class, just sitting there bored like you always did. You looked so cute like that, so stupid. So obviously, he couldn't help but stare. He didn't think you'd look back at him but frankly, he didn't care either. So when you checked to see who was staring at you, he just kept his cheek rested on his hand.

He watched as you quickly turned back around too, trying to act all nonchalant. Idiot. You didn't even open your book the right way, it was upside down. He couldn't help but slightly smirk. When you looked again, he still didn't bother to hide the fact he was staring at you. Maybe you'd be his next little thing to toy with.