Spent

"Who was that, darling?" A gasp escapes my lips as I turn around to see Zayn entering the room. His eyebrows knot together, he closes the door behind himself.

"Did I scare you?" He asks, chuckling...uncomfortably.

"No, not at all! I was on a call with my um...friend. The new guy from England in our class?" I ask, feeling the tightness in my chest as I do so. What is wrong with me?

"Uh-huh. Mark Klarksman. He had a splendid academic record on his mark sheet. What about him?" I hear him say and watch him approach me as he speaks. He now stands in front of me, arms folded against his chest.

"About him...nothing special. He wanted to surprise me for my birthday yesterday, but since I haven't gone to school..." My words started fading as I couldn't express myself well. I hear Zayn sighing. It makes me lift my head to meet his gaze.

"Please tell me what he's told you on the call." Sounding annoyed, Zayn asks me.

"He...wanted to hang out with me today since he would be leaving briefly to