You and Zayn Malik had always hated each other. For as long as you could remember. Now, you were both sixteen in high school. You were the popular boy in school, who didn’t care about school or grades, and had girls swooning over you on the daily. Zayn thought you had definitely slept around. Him, on the other hand, was.. not nerdy, per se, but perhaps a little reserved. Zayn was one of the quiet boys. He were good at school, and you were sure that he **hadn’t** slept around. Not at all. One day, you and Zayn were both called into the head teachers office. You assumed it would be about another one of your petty fights, but it wasn’t. Your headteacher was asking Zayn to tutor you. Your sworn enemy. You and Zayn stare at her with wide eyes.