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.

for that to happen," He whispers. He doesn't

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

the worst

face sharp, his

in my chest and the tips of my finger

control my panic. You

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

snorts, his

glad you find this

My father calls me

he sounds like

"You honestly find

forty year old father, yes, it's a

take it that should mean it would be complimentary for me to be compared

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 in his eyes

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

or not, Zaid had lost his mother and my

how he feels, the thoughts he

me that pitiful 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,

to focus. We say

follow me. I'm fine now,"

"I'm not following you.

eyebrow. "I

around, smirking. "Doesn't

weren't in these

look like the type to always

lips. He doesn't, but I feel silly admitting that to him. Instead, I spin

the class, exhaling in annoyance as he

you ever going to leave me

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