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'24H' - Seventeen (Japanese)

                          
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Leaning his head back against the bus seat, Zayn finally allowed himself to think of her. The whole weekend he spent at the station, messing around with those guys, going around and spraying their tags everywhere. And he got hold of a vape pen again. He threw himself into activities lest his mind wondered towards her. That Friday incident cut deep - but he had no right to be upset - they weren't promised to each other or together or anything like that. 
                          
Her emerald orbs glittering like jewels, the curve of her mouth, her elegant hands, shaped like an artists. He'd watched her as she'd laughed with his family, her earrings dangling, her bindi reflecting light. Her dress cut close to her petite build, causing his eyes to train down her body until he caught himself. Her sharp witty comments punctuated with her slightly raised eyebrows and half-lidded eyes. She looked, he didn't know, sensual, without even trying, just her resting face enough to send his heart into overdrive. 
                          
Snap out of it, snarled a voice in his mind. He locked away all thoughts of her in a box and shoved it at the back of his mind. No more moments of weakness. He was going to see her today but he wouldn't act cold, but indifferent. As if nothing happened. As if his heart didn't squeeze painfully every time he thought of her, like he didn't want to crush her in his arms and tell her his point of view, to apologise. His ego wouldn't let him; besides he was sure she wouldn't give a shit. Like she didn't before. She barely reacted, like she expected nothing more, knew he'd disappoint her. 
                          
He was snapped out of his reverie,
                          
"Bro, I've been tryna get yo attention for the past fuvking minutes. Where yo mind at?" grilled Sami. 
                          
"Just thinking of Friday, with Sy- with her," God, he felt so pathetic that he couldn't even say her name. How would he face her?
                          
"Look you're gonna go in there and fix this shit with her. Cuz of her you decided to get yo shit together, and the moment there's a rift? Bam - you're back to your old habits. Like cmon," ordered Sami, getting up and picking up his bag as they neared their stop. 
                          
"I can't bruh,"
                          
"Being too much of a pussio,"
                          
"Maybe. But she don't give a shit. Imma look like a fool tryna explain myself while she's there wondering why tf I'm telling her,"
                          
"God, you're so dense. So fucking dense. There's always some sorta drama between you two. Can never have some peace. You gotta fix this man,"
                          
"I don't know, we will see once I meet her innit,"
                          
"Remember that if you don't do it now, you'll be spending the rest of this month so awkwardly with her. You can't do it too late cuz she gon question that," advised Sami. 
                          
Dang. That hadn't even occurred to him. This whole situation caused logic to leave his brain; just filled with self pity. He wasn't ready to face her. 

                          
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"Today you will be working on a little project with your partner. With Christmas approaching, we decided to hold a Gingerbread House contest. Whoever's house is most liked by the judges at the end earns fifteen merit points. Whoever has the most merit points ah the end of this month wins the competition, so collect as many as you can!" announced Ms Kelly over the speakers.