Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

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.

He

own book, just looks straight ahead as if Ms. Art is walking across

the worst

face sharp, his eyes calculating.

slams in my chest and the tips of

learned to control my panic. You need

lips. That only makes me angrier, that wasn't the intended reaction. "What? You think because we showed

his shoulders

glad you find this

shrugs. "It's funny. My father calls

he sounds like a

tight fists. "You honestly find it

lose your forty year old father, yes,

it that should mean it would be complimentary for me to be compared to a forty year

my eyes, on their own accord, trace down to his chest and his stomach where his scar is. He doesn't say anything, but that look in his

the guilty thoughts from taking hold of my brain. That look I get when I wish I was

lost his mother and my

how he feels, the

look," He murmurs, his fingers over his lips as he continues to look forward. "I get enough of those. Besides, from where I'm sitting, you need a lot more help

focus. We say nothing else to each other for the

have to follow me. I'm fine now,"

following you. These are

eyebrow. "I

around, smirking.

in these

look like the

He doesn't, but I feel silly admitting

the class, exhaling in annoyance

to leave me alone