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.

didn't mean for that to happen," He whispers. He

ahead as if Ms. Art is walking across

worst

to me, his face sharp, his eyes calculating. "I'm

in my chest and the tips

my panic. You

only makes me angrier, that wasn't the intended reaction. "What? You think because we showed each other our scars, we're the

his

glad you find

funny. My father calls me

sounds like a

fists. "You honestly find it a compliment to be compared to a forty year

your forty year old father, yes,

flashes in his eyes. "Then I take it that should mean it would be complimentary

accord, trace down to his chest and his stomach where his scar is.

That look I get when I wish I

not, Zaid had lost his

how he feels, the thoughts he fights

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

book. They blur in front of me and I struggle to focus. We say nothing else to each other for the rest of class and when the bell

don't have to follow me. I'm fine now," I stop in the hallway, turning

"I'm not following you. These are

eyebrow. "I

looks around, smirking.

weren't in these

look like the type to

my lips. He doesn't, but I feel silly admitting that to

the class, exhaling in

you ever going to leave

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