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 look at me,

if Ms. Art is walking

the worst fucking

apology," He turns to me, his face sharp, his eyes calculating. "I'm not

and the tips

to control my panic. You need

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

snorts, his

you

funny. My father calls

he sounds like

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

nostrils flare. "When you lose your forty year old

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

trace down to his chest and his stomach where his scar is. He doesn't say anything, but

I wish I was the dead one so that my father and

had lost his mother and my

he feels,

give 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, you need

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

I'm fine now," I

frowns. "I'm not following you.

eyebrow. "I

around,

weren't in these classes

look like the type to always

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

into the class, exhaling in annoyance as he sits

going to leave me alone

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