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.

mean for that to happen," He whispers. He

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

the worst fucking

to me, his face sharp, his eyes calculating. "I'm not apologizing for

and the tips of

learned to control my panic.

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

snorts, his shoulders

glad you

funny. My father

he sounds like

find it a compliment to be

you lose your forty year old

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

me speechless and my eyes, on their own accord, trace down to his chest and his stomach where his scar is. He

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

Zaid had lost his mother and my heart ached for

he feels,

his lips as he continues to look forward. "I get enough of those.

away from him and try to focus on the words in the 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 rings, he follows me out and into

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

not following you. These are my

eyebrow.

around, smirking. "Doesn't

weren't in these classes

snorts. "Do I look like the type to always go

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

class, exhaling in annoyance as he

to leave me