Zayn POV:

"Another day in hell. " I groan turning off the annoying alarm.

I hear my mom yelling my name downstairs to wake me up. I hate school so much , I'm what they call nerd even though all I do is getting good grads and helping only good people who need help.

But there's this one boy that I hate so much , he makes my life a living hell. Always demanding me to do his homework and projects , he is what you call the school's bad bitch. They say that he slept with almost half of the school.

So I take the easy way and comply with his demands , otherwise he will fuck me up even though I'm three times bigger than his size. I can break him in half with a blow but I don't support violence.

I don't have many friends in school , the only people I talk to are who ask for help. I like it that way , I'm not the sociable type anyway.

I huff and go to the bathroom to freshen up. I walk out of the bathroom and start to put on my clothes then get my backpack and walk downstairs.

"Morning mom , dad. " I greet them. My mom is making me a sandwich while my dad is reading a newspaper and drinking coffee.

"Good morning , honey. " She smiles and hands me the sandwich.

"I gotta leave before I'm late. " I kiss her cheek and dad's head then walk out of the house munching on my sandwich.

I walk to school everyday even though I have a car which dad gave me last year for my birthday. The school is a few yards away from my house so no need to use the car.

Just as I finish the sandwich , a car's honk startles me. I look to my side just in time to see the car speeding down the road making some water on the ground splashes on me.

I gaps when my pants get soaked with the water and some reaches my hair too.

"BYE LOSER! " A familiar voice screams and I look up to see Harry giving me the middle finger before the car disappears.

I groan in annoyance not knowing how to dry my wet pants now. I jog to school making sure I arrive before the bell rings to dry my pants in the bathroom.

I sighs in relief when I arrive at school and seeing that the bell hasn't rung yet. I walk to the bathroom hearing some of the groups snickering at me when they notice the wet pants.

I enter the bathroom finding no one in there to my luck. I quickly grab the air dryer which is attached to the sink and I start to blow the air on my jeans.

In the middle of the process , I hear the bathroom's door gets opened and someone enters. I look up to see the least person I can stand on earth.

I roll my eyes and continue what I'm doing , ignoring his presence.

I hear him snickers. "Your reaction was priceless , I wish I had recorded it. " He smirks.

"Why would you do something like this?! " I ask more to myself cause I know his answer.

"Cause I wanted to , plus you piss me off for some reason. " He shrugs and walks closer to me.

"Anyway , did you do the homework I gave you? " He asks already knowing that I did.

I grab my backpack with a scowl and open it. I pick the sheet he gave me yesterday and hand it to him.

"I wish you hadn't done it , it would have given me a reason to torture you. " He whines like a little kid. I swear this kid is crazy as shit.

Suddenly his eyes lit up like a christmas tree. "Guess , I don't need a reason anyway. " He squeals and lands a harsh slap on my face.

I make a pained expression and hold my cheek. "That's my thank you. " He chirps and someone enters the bathroom.

We look back to see Hunter the school's joke who Harry is kinda dating. They still see other people while they're together , so like the famous couple players.

"Hey babe. " Harry greets him with a peck to the lips.

I roll my eyes and almost gag at the sight. They're faker than Haylor.

"What are you doing with Mr. Nerd? " Hunter asks referring to me.

"I came to get my homework. " Harry pouts which turns into giggles when the guy grabs his ass.

"Alright , come on before the bell rings. " That means they're gonna do it somewhere in the school.

"Bye loser. " Harry waves to me. Yeah , that's his nickname for me.

I sigh in relief when I realize that my jeans has dried. I grab my backpack and toss it over my shoulder.

While I'm in class , I feel something hits my head. I look back to see Harry smirking like usual. I grab the note he throws and open it.

-This teacher is a bitch.

I frown at the mysterious words. Like why is he telling me this?

"Mrs. Charlotte , Zayn is calling you a bitch in the note he has just sent me. I thought you should know. " I hear his fake ass innocent voice calls through the class.

"What? No! This is- " I try to talk but the teacher cut me off.

"Give me that paper. " She sternly orders looking at the paper in my hand.

"I swear this is not mine , I didn't write this. " I try to explain but she only opens her hand. I sigh and put the paper in her outstretched hand.

I look back to see Harry giggling in his hand. I don't even have the courage to tell that he is the one who wrote it.

"I'm surprised you would say something like this , Zayn. " The teacher says in disappointment.

"Detention with me today. " She says and goes back to where she was standing.

This is the first time I have ever been given detention and it's all because of Harry. He is always causing me trouble or ordering me around , I don't know what I had done to make him hates me this much.

I sigh in sadness and sit back on my desk. I ignore Harry the whole lesson even though he is trying to gain my attention by throwing somethings at me.

When the class ends , I collect my things and stand up. Just as I am about to leave , the teacher stops me. "Don't forget the detention. " She says without looking at me.

"Yes , Mrs. Charlotte. " With that I walk out of the room.

I have a free period so I decide to go to the library to read or just study.

"Hello Zayn. " Mrs. Smith who is the librarian here greets me.

"Hello Mrs. Smith , how is your day? " I smile at her.

"I'm good , thank you for asking. " She replies.

"If you need anything , I will be studying here. " I inform her then I walk into the library and take a seat in the back.

I grab a notebook from my bag and a pen. I start to write down some notes I took in class. I softly hum on a song to keep myself company.

"LOSER! " I hear the voice that I hate so much echoes through the library.

"Will you lower your voice Mr. styles? You are in a library here! " I hear Mrs. Smith scolds him. Please , send him out of here. I don't want to see him right now but of course my luck doesn't cooperate with me.

I try to ignore him when he stands in front of the table.

"Don't ignore me , punk face with your weird ass hair. " He hisses making me look up at him with a hurt expression.

"What do you want? " I ask trying not to sound rude.

He places two papers on the table. "Do my maths homework and Hunter's English homework. " He demands with a hand on his hip.

"But I have detention today so I won't be able to do both with the lack of time and add my own homework on top of them. " I object.

"Oh really? " He fakes a pout and bends over the table a little getting close to my face till his nose touches mine.

"Look here , I don't give a shit about whatever you said. You will do this homework as I said , cause if you don't then I won't be responsible for what Hunter will do and what I will do. " He mumbles and I feel his breath hit my face.

I gulp and lick my lips in nervousness. His eyes follow the movement then he runs a finger over my cheek. "Okay , loser? "

I nod my head not knowing what to say , all I wanna do right now is slam his head down on the table and ruin his pretty face. But like I said , violence isn't my thing.

"Good. " He taps my cheek in warning then backs off and he gives me one last smirk and turns around leaving the place.

"Why you gotta be so mean? " I huff and continue what I was doing before he had interrupted me.

After the bell rings , signaling the end of the day. I sigh knowing I can't leave before spending the detention.

On the way to Mrs. Charlotte , I pump into Harry. "Aw , goodie boy has detention and can't leave? Tsk tsk , bad boy. " He giggles to myself causing my insides to burn in anger. I hate you so much , Harry Styles.

When I glare at him , he tries to come up to my face but the twink can only reach to my chest. I look down at him and fix my glasses with my middle finger then walk past him not wanting to be late.

"Can I come in? " I knock on the door.

"Yes. " The teacher replies.

I enter and sit down on the first desk.

"What happened , Zayn? You're the best student here , I can't believe you would say something like this! Have I done something to make you call me that? " She asks.

I look down shamefully not knowing how to reply. "I didn't write that note. " I say.

"Then who did? " She urges.

I stay silent not wanting to get Harry in trouble even though this is all because of him. Plus , if I told her then he will get revenge and I don't need that.

"Okay , fine. Detention for two hours. " She states and walks back to her desk.

I sigh and wait for the time to pass.

"Hey honey , why are you late? " My mom asks concerned as soon as I enter the house.

"Oh , I had to help a teacher with something. " I lie and give her a reassuring smile.

"Alright , go change cause lunch is ready. " She smiles and goes back into the kitchen.

I groan in annoyance and go upstairs in my room. "Fuck you , Harreh. " I really wish I can say it in his face.