Chapter 5

Death

"Stop following me."

Zaid says nothing, still walking behind me as I make my way to my next class.

My voice still trembles from the nerves, from the panic attack that almost took me out. But I don't care.

I step inside Ms. Art's class, rolling my eyes when Zaid follows. I beeline for a seat beside a quiet girl who sat by herself yesterday, but I am pulled back when Zaid grabs my backpack.

He leads me to the back seats, settling beside me.

"You're not even in this class," I hiss, wiping the fresh tears that fall down my face.

"I'm in whatever class I want to me."

I scoff. "Who are you?"

"I'm Zaid," He shrugs.

"You know what I mean."

Ms. Art begins her lesson, telling us to read a chapter of the book she has placed

on our desks. I pick up the book and lift it to cover my face as I turn to Zaid.

I clench my jaw, "Why are you here?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Bullshit," I grit. It was his fucking fault that I freaked out. I told him to stop, begged him to stop. He did nothing but taunt me and throw it back in my face.

mean for that to happen," He whispers. He doesn't look at me,

straight ahead as if Ms. Art is walking across the

worst

face sharp, his eyes

my chest and the tips of my finger turn numb.

my panic. You

in the shin beneath the desks and a smirk lifts his lips. That only makes me angrier, that wasn't the intended reaction. "What? You think because we showed each other our scars, we're

his

you find this

funny. My father calls

like a smart

tight fists. "You honestly find it a

your forty

mean it would be complimentary for

his stomach where his scar is. He doesn't say

I see in the mirror when I can't stop the guilty thoughts from taking hold of my brain. That look I get when I wish I was the dead one so that my father and Alex could be alive. That look

had lost his

how he feels, the thoughts he fights

over his lips as he continues to look forward.

me and I struggle to focus. We say nothing else to each other for the rest of class

me. I'm fine now," I stop

"I'm not following

an eyebrow. "I

around,

in these classes

I look like the

doesn't, but I feel silly admitting

into the class, exhaling in annoyance

you ever going to leave

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