Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 5

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 whispers. He doesn't

if Ms. Art

the worst

sharp, his eyes calculating. "I'm

heart slams in my chest and the tips of my finger

learned to control my panic. You

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 the same? That we can bond? Newsflash, no one wants to be friends with a

his

you find this

My father

like a

"You honestly find it a compliment to be compared to a forty

your forty year old father, yes, it's

eyes. "Then I take it that should mean it would be complimentary for me to

me speechless and 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 I get when I wish I was the dead

not, Zaid had lost his mother

exactly how he feels, the

He murmurs, his fingers over his lips as he continues to look forward. "I get enough

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

to follow me. I'm fine now," I stop in

frowns. "I'm not following you. These

an eyebrow. "I don't believe

looks around, smirking. "Doesn't

in these

I look like the type to always

He doesn't, but I feel silly admitting

heels and walk into the class, exhaling

to leave

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