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

ahead as if Ms. Art is walking across the front of the

the worst

He turns to me, his face sharp, his eyes calculating.

and the tips of my finger turn numb.

panic. You need to do that,

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 our scars,

his shoulders

you find

My father calls

he sounds like

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

forty

it would be complimentary for me to be compared to a

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

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 understand why

not, Zaid had lost his mother and my heart

exactly how he feels,

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

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 my last class of the

follow me. I'm fine now," I stop in the hallway,

following

an eyebrow. "I don't

looks around,

in these classes

the type to always go to

lips. He doesn't, but I feel

into the class, exhaling in annoyance as he sits beside

going to leave me

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