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.

happen," He

just looks straight ahead as if Ms.

the worst

face sharp, his eyes

in my chest and the

my panic. You need to do

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

snorts, his shoulders

glad you find this

My father calls

like a smart

me, his hands in tight fists. "You honestly find it a

lose your forty year old father, yes,

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

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

I see in the 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 look I get when I don't

had lost his mother and my heart

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

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

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

not following

eyebrow. "I

looks around, smirking. "Doesn't

in these

"Do I look like the type to always go to

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

walk into the class, exhaling in annoyance

ever going to leave me alone

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