Mistakes happen

Mark and I couldn't stop joking about the girls who made a fuss last class. I knew I could get away with some mischief in Zayn's class. Besides, he's a laid back teacher as well. Like other stories, he didn't point me out and expressed his jealousy. He didn't need to be jealous of the proximity between Mark and I!

Five minutes before the class, Zayn announced an early end. But on a precondition.

"Alright, class. Let's revise what we've learned today. Give me points, one by one. Mercy, please start," Zayn suddenly grew stricter than usual. Mercy, the girl sitting at the front of the class chuckled and began, only to be interrupted by Zayn.

"I uh...I wasn't listening, sir. I'm sorry."

Oh shit. Zayn looks pissed as hell.

"Um, sir. May I?" I was taking notes side by side, having divided my attention between the lecture and Mark. I gulped heavily as Zayn glared at me.

"Your name isn't Mercy, I believe. Please put your hand down." His tone wasn't particularly condescending. It wasn't ne