It's been two days since Justin and Zayn been to the arcade, and two days since Justin and Zayn last seen each other.

At first, Zayn thought that Justin was avoiding him because of what happened Monday night, which made him feel guilty. He didn't know what overcame him to do what he did; to tease the man like that. One thing he did know, though, that night he had to take himself a cold shower.

He found out that the man hasn't been to work in those two days. Still, Zayn didn't know if it was his fault, but a little part of him told him that it wasn't. He was holding that little part.

It was now Thursday, and Zayn had to go to work earlier for a meeting. The previous day he got an email informing him about it.

So when a Zayn pulled into the parking space at his job, he put the vehicle in park then turned it off. He took his seat belt off and grabbed his bags, then opening the door. He got out the vehicle and threw his bag over his shoulder, and he closed the door. Locking the door with his remote, Zayn made his way towards the entrance of the school. Once he reached it, he opened the door, immediately walking towards the staff room. He had a few minutes until the meeting started.

When he arrived at the room, he twisted the doorknob and entered. Immediately there were many pairs of eyes on him, belonging to the principal, Justin, Ms. Baldwin, and five other teachers. Zayn bit his lip nervously, not wanting the attention.

"Well hello Mr. Malik," the principal said, causing Zayn to snap his attention towards him, "We were just about to start. Please sit."

Zayn nodded his head, going to find an open seat that was close to the principal, which happened to be beside Justin. While Zayn was walking towards the seat, he received a glare from Ms. Baldwin and a smile from Justin. Ignoring her glare, Zayn smiled at Justin, taking the seat beside him.

"Hello, Mr. Malik," Justin greeted Zayn, causing a wave of relief to flourish Zayn's body. He didn't seem upset.

"Hi, Mr. Bieber," Zayn returned the greeting professionally, then turning his attention towards the principal.

"Okay," the principal started, crossing his arms. "I've called this meeting with you eight to discuss one topic. Dimitrius."

Some teachers hummed in agreement, but Zayn looked at the principal confusingly. What about him? He asked himself.

The principal continued talking, "As you know, every since he's started attending this school, he's been getting in a lot of trouble. Bullying students, fighting, smart mouthing off to teachers, disrespecting - the list continues. Now, we are one of the schools in the area that is more lenient when it comes to situations like this, but it's been going on for far too long now." The principal then stopped talking, taking a deep breath before saying, "I and some other staffs think it's better of expelling him, and I would like to know your guy's opinions."

Zayn breath hitched upon hearing this, and panic immediately overtook him. Around him, there was making noises of approval, even Justin beside Zayn thought it was okay. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Zayn stood up abruptly, startling the facility in the room. "No!" He shouted, causing everybody to either look at him annoyingly or with confusion.

The principal, both annoyed and curious, leaned against the wall behind him. "And why not, Mr. Malik?" He asked.

Just then Zayn noticed all the eyes on him. He bit his lip nervously before asking, "H-he's been doing better, hasn't he? Every s-since what happened in my class?"

The principal thought about it before replying, "We thought so too, but then he started cutting some of his classes, and we found out by a few of his other teachers that he always refuses to follow directions."

Zayn felt defeated for a moment. He didn't want the student to get expelled. He saw all of the potentials in him.

Zayn thought of something. "M-Maybe the reason he is acting out is that he's going through things at h-home? That could put a toll on a person attitude. Have y-you considered g-giving him counseling?" Zayn asked.

The principal shrugged his shoulders. "No, we haven't. To do that, we need his consent, but he's eighteen, so he could easily decline seeing as he's an adult. Also, I doubt if he's going through things at home. His parents are nice people, well liked by almost everyone."

Zayn hesitated for a moment. Should he bring up the picture? He asked himself.

Zayn thoughts won over, and he took off his bag and sat it on the table, opening the flap. He pulled out one of his binders and opened it, taking out Dimitrius picture. Closing the binder, he put it to the side and got up, walking over to the principal. He handed him the paper before going back to his seat, head down once he felt everyone eyes on him.

The principal looked down at the paper at the moment, furrowing his eyebrows before asking, "And what is this supposed to be, Mr. Malik?"

"That's uh - I had my students do an assignment explaining t-their life. That," Zayn gestured down at the paper the principal had just passed down to another staff, "Is what Dimitrius drew. As you can tell, there are two demons standing over the boy. Maybe the demons are his p-parents?" He suggested. "Just because they're nice in public, we don't know how they act at home. They can be completely different people than what you guys see them as," He explained, remembering what Harry told him. "Maybe Dimitrius is being pressured to do things that he doesn't want, and maybe the only emotion he is accustomed to is anger, and that is why he always misbehave."

Once Zayn stopped explaining what he thought, he looked down at the principal, who was looking down at him curiously and then at some teachers, who looked at him with pity. Most of them didn't seem to think about it that way before.

Especially Justin, who felt like a ton of bricks just hit him.

But there always had to be that one oddball, and that person was Ms. Baldwin.

She scoffed, handing Justin the picture and he started to examine the drawing that apparently spoke 1000 words. "I doubt it. Like you said, it was an assignment, and students tend to put a lot of bull on their stuff. It's just another dumb assignment," she spoke the thoughts. Most of the teachers looked at her dubiously, especially Justin, and she shrugged her shoulders in response. "What? Am I right or am I wrong?"

Zayn felt his anger take over his body. Before he could stop himself, he shot out the seat, startling Justin beside him. "It is more than just a 'dumb' project, I have you know Ms. Baldwin." Zayn spat the woman name like it was venom, and at the moment to Zayn, it was. "If it were just some 'dumb' project, then this much details and hard work wouldn't have been put into it. If it were such a 'dumb' project, then such message wouldn't have been conveyed in it. This," Zayn spoke, snatching the drawing from Justin and showing it towards Hailey. "Is far, from a dumb project. We both know how this student is, and if it were dumb, he wouldn't have bothered to do it."

Zayn looked differently than he usually did. His usually calm, relaxed and shy facial expression was far gone; replaced with this new Zayn that Justin was seeing. This Zayn jaws was clenched, his irises were darker than usual, and he was shaking a little, from what Justin thought of as anger. Even though it was attractive, Justin didn't like seeing the man worked up.

Most of the facility looked at Zayn with nothing but surprise, apparently not expecting the art teachers' outburst. Ms. Baldwin now was embarrassed, and she was glaring at the side of Zayn's head as if that'll help any.

Zayn took a deep breath before sitting down, trying his best to calm down. He hasn't felt this livid in years. Usually, Zayn was good at keeping his anger under control, but somehow Ms. Baldwin managed to provoke him. Zayn felt a large hand on his thigh, and he looked down, then up, and saw that it was from Justin. When he met the history teachers eyes, something about them relaxed him. Justin's eyes were soft, affectionate, warming, Zayn felt himself giving in to them.

"Well," the principal spoke, breaking the awkward silence, "We will take what you said into consideration, Mr. Malik. Thank you for voicing your thoughts, and I would like to see you after this meeting is over."

Zayn felt scared for a moment. What did the principal want with him?

"Speaking of," the principal spoke again, looking down at his watch, "Meeting adjourned."

As soon as he said that, the teachers in the room stood up, giving the new art teacher a curious and wandering glance before walking out the room, heading towards their classroom. Before Ms. Baldwin left, she sent Zayn a glare, which he surprising returned, and she left.

Zayn hasn't disliked a person this much in years, and somehow she managed to make her way on his almost nonexistent list.

Justin looked over at Zayn. "I'll text you later," Justin told Zayn, prompting Zayn to snap his attention towards him. Zayn nodded his head, and Justin sent him a small smile before getting up and  going out of the classroom.

Zayn suddenly missed him.

Zayn gathered his stuff together and stood up, throwing his bag on his shoulder. He went over to the principal, who was looking at the new teacher with a small smile.

"Well, I have to say, your passion for helping students is something that I haven't seen in a few years," the principal spoke, causing Zayn to blush and grab the straps of his bag. "You put everything in a new perspective, and for that, I'm going to give him another chance, with this exception. I want him to be your mentee, cause after hearing stories of him being disrespectful; I'm sure the counselor will just suggest expelling him, claiming that he's beyond repair. Do you mind that?"

At first, Zayn felt scared. The student didn't like him, so how would he react when he finds out that Zayn is his mentor? But then again, Zayn was helping him stay in school. For the most part, Zayn wanted to do this. He wanted to help heal a soul that seemed like he was broken in its earlier years, much like him. Maybe that's why he wanted to help Dimitrius so much.

Because he remind you of you, Zayn thought to himself.

"Yes sir," Zayn said, shifting around nervously. "Is that all?" He asked.

"Actually no," the principal spoke, causing Zayn to look at him curiously. "I heard from a fellow teacher that you were looking for more opportunities with your art." The principal suddenly smiled.

Justin.

Justin was the only person that Zayn could come up with.

Because Justin was the only person, who knew he was.

Zayn nodded his head, and the principal continued talking. "Anyways, I'm pretty sure you heard about this school having many art sponsors. That's why there's so many art clubs, things related to it, and paintings hanging around the school. Today, one of those sponsors are coming to our school, and I put in a good word for you. Would you mind if he visits your class one of your free periods?"

Zayn wondered who the sponsor was, but didn't bother to ask. He just nodded his head and said, "Sure." He would love for a professional to see his work, but he was also scared.

The principal smiled and patted Zayn's back. "Good. You're a great person, Mr. Malik. I hope you continue to be that way. Have a great day."

Zayn smiled at the principal. "Thank you. You have a good day as well," he told the principal before turning away, heading towards his classroom.

-

As soon as Zayn's senior period came, he knew that later he was going to have to deal Dimitrius.

When the student walked in, Zayn and he found each other eyes, and Dimitrius looked at him with nothing but confusion and anger. Zayn gulped nervously, shifting his eyes elsewhere. When he looked back up, Dimitrius was sitting next to Jericho once again, and he was still as to curious why he was.

Zayn class just continued their project that Zayn had them to do this week - looming. It was a pretty time-consuming project, so that's why he gave them the whole week to do it.

Once the bell rang, students instantly rose up from their seats, sitting their projects down in their respective spots before leaving. Zayn managed to catch Jericho's attention before he let, and the two told each other bye. The room was almost clear now, but there were two people left.

Zayn and Dimitrius.

The student approached the teacher's desk, and once he was in front of Zayn, Zayn bit his lip, nervous as to what the student was about to say. He knew that the principal probably talked to him already, so he had a little time to prepare what is about to come.

"Mr. Malik," Dimitrius greeted darkly. Zayn could tell by the student facial expression that he meant business.

"Um," Zayn let out nervously,  "Yes, Dimitrius?"

"Why?" Dimitrius asked simply, his jaws clenched.

"Why what?" Zayn asked, even though he knew 100% what the student was talking about.

Dimitrius slammed both of his hands on Zayn's desk, causing the teacher to jump. Even though he was the adult, that didn't mean he wasn't terrified nonetheless.

"Please don't play dumb, Mr. Malik. I'm not in the mood for it right now," Dimitrios snapped. "Why are you trying to help me?"

A million reasons why, Zayn wanted to say. "Because I believe in you," he started, "I know you can be better than you are." The truth is, Zayn did believe in him. He was aware that Dimitrius could be a better person that who he was, and he was mindful of the fact that all teenager needs somebody to talk to; to be there for them.

"No, I can't!" Dimitrius raised his voice, his facial expression like chiseled stone. He pointed to himself as he talked. "This is how I am, and nobody can help me, I don't need a new teacher, or anybody for that matter to try to change me," he spat, the situation everything related to crazy and dumb to him

Usually, stuff like this would make Zayn sad, but for some reason, this made Zayn angry. He couldn't believe that the student had such little faith in himself. It's like he didn't want to change. Zayn knew he did though. He could feel that Dimitirus did.

"You can!" It was Zayn's turn to raise his voice, his British accent coming out strong, catching the now wide-eyed teenager off guard. He didn't even believe the teacher was capable of raising his voice. "You have such little belief in yourself. You can do better. You know you can to do better. I believe in you, and I know deep in down you believe in yourself. You have potential, Dimitrius, and you know deep down that you want to change!" Zayn pleaded, then took a deep breath, "Look, your teachers wants to expel you," Zayn confessed. If possible, Dimitrius eyes widened some more, and Zayn noticed hurt and panic flashed in his orbs. "And me, personally, I don't want this to happen, and I know you don't want to either. You are going to let me help you. I will help you, Dimitrius."

Zayn swore he had saw Dimitrius eyes water before the student turned his head, looking towards the entrance. That was when the tardy bell rang, indicating the beginning of the next period. It was silent for a few moments, and Zayn didn't know what to say or do, so he just held his head down.

All of a sudden Dimitrius chuckled, causing Zayn to look up at him curiously. It was more of a weak one.

Dimitrius didn't know what the hell was going on with his art teacher. He believes that he was beyond repair, that nobody could fix him. But, like Zayn said, Dimitrius hoped that he could.

Dimitrius turned his attention towards the teacher, a devious smile playing on his face. "So what are you, my mentor now?"

Zayn thought about it for a moment before he smiled weakly at Dimitrius, leaning back in his chair. "Uh, I guess you can say that. better than being expelled."

Right, Dimitrius thought.

"What do you do for lunch?" Zayn asked Dimitrius.

Dimitrius pondered for a moment, then shrugged his shoulder. "I usually eat outside. I like to be away from the noise."

That was one thing the two had in common. Zayn thought about what he was about to say, weighing the pros and con for inviting the student to come in his class for lunch. He was worried that Jericho would care, but the students been sitting by each other, so there's that.

"How about you come to my class for lunch?" Zayn suggested, "I could help you with assignments for other classes, or if you want I could help you with drawing? I notice that you have a lot of talent, and if you'd like I could help you out."

Dimitirus had to admit; it sounded appealing. There were some subjects he struggles in, seeing as he barely attends the classes. Art was also appealing to him, seeing as he liked the subject.

"Does anybody else be in here?" Jericho asked.

Zayn thought about mentioning Justin, but didn't, seeing as Justin was iffy. "Just me and Jericho most of the time," he informed Dimitrius.

Dimitrius furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of the other student. DImitrius said, "Not the little nerd," under his breath, and lucky for him Zayn didn't catch it, but it didn't stop the teacher from looking at him curiously. "Whatever. I'll be in here tomorrow."

Zayn smiled at the student, proud that he was able to get him to come in his class tomorrow. He then pulled out a note from his drawer and signed it so that Dimitrius could be admitted into class. Dimitrius sighed and grabbed the note, heading out the class without saying goodbye.

-

"I don't need help!" Zayn snapped at his parents, who were looking at him worriedly. Zayn was pacing back and forth inside of his bedroom, trying his best to calm down his fire within him. His parents were starting to get on his nerves suggesting what they do.

"Zayn, sweety, you do," his mother pleaded, "You need help. Let them help you."

Zayn looked over at his mother with teary eyes. He was so tired of fighting his parents on the subject, but he truly believes he didn't need help. They needed help. They were the ones that did this to him. They were the ones who made his life a living hell. They were the ones who drove him to the brink of insanity.

"No mom." Zayn responded softly, "Nobody can help me. I'm far beyond repair."

-

Zayn totally didn't expect who came into his classroom during his free period.

Zayn was on his laptop, scrolling through the website that he found that included a bunch of art assignments that his classes could do. He was still expecting the person the principal said was coming, but who it was made him both excited and scared.

He snapped his head up from the Macbook once he heard two knocks from the wooden frame of his classroom door, and once he saw who it was, he gasped.

"Hello?" The person asked, walking inside of the classroom with his hands inside of his pockets. He looked at Zayn, who was currently shell-shocked, and smiled, then looked around the classroom. "I guess this is the right place? Oh, where are my manners? I'm-"

"Niall Horan!" Zayn exclaimed, standing up from his chair, staring wide-eyed at his Irish idol.

Nial smirked at the teacher who has heard of him before. "Indeed I am, and you must be Mr. Zayn Malik?" He asked.

"Y-yes I am," Zayn let out, approaching Niall and let out his hand to shake it. They shook each other hands, and Niall had to pry his hand