Chapter 2
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"Excuse me?" I squinted my eyes.
I watched Zayne stomp towards me. This would be the first time Zayne and I ever conversed with one another even though we had lived across the street from one another for ten years and also been in the same school for ten years.
"You heard me! What are you doing in the middle of the road while it's raining?" His anger seemed to build up as he shouted. Or was that irritation?
"I was on my way home! And you wet me with your splash!" He was angry at me so I was angry at him from no other reason than him almost running me over which was actually partially my fault but I needed something to hold against him too.
"Wet you? It's raining! You were already wet!" He ran his hands through his wet hair.
I was mesmerized for a second at his immense beauty. He looked extremely beautiful in that moment and I just couldn't tear my eyes off of him. He wore a few layers of jackets but his grey t-shirt stuck to his torso, highlighting his toned abs; his hair was pushed back from him constantly running his fingers through it and made me want to tug at it; his face looked perfect, water cascading down his face and his jaw that clenched every few seconds showing how structured his face really was and lastly, his eyes grey eyes that darkened with his mood but still held an enticing intensity.
Zayne Thatcher never looked more handsome.
He clicked his fingers in front of my face. "Aurora, hello?"
He knew my name was all my brain could think about. But then my subconscious would point out that we are in the same school and neighbors so of course he knew my name.
"I'd appreciate it if you stopped that," I snapped, rolling my eyes.
He smiled but it was one of those smiles that you'd draw into your face when someone was driving you crazy and you just didn't know what to do with your emotions that were just running around. It was the Joker Smile. The one the Joker gives Batman when Batman is beating the s**t out of him.
"Okay, whatever, listen to me, Aurora. I don't like you so just go home and you don't tell anyone about our accident here, deal?" He said before getting onto his bike and driving to his house.
I was baffled. "That was really something I could agree on but okay," I said to myself as I began to walk home again, uninterrupted.
I wondered why Zayne had said that he doesn't like me when I have done nothing to him. He was just my neighbor and fellow pupil whom I never socialized with. He was the bad boy and I was the broken girl.
*
The next day when I woke up I couldn't help but haze out of my window to see if Zayne was awake, as I usually did but I began to wonder about him as I looked.
Was he an only child? Did he have both his parents in his life? Was his life challenging?
All these thoughts began to arise as I recalled last nights event. I still wondered why he didn't like me, not that everyone likes me but because I hadn't spoken to him personally which means I couldn't have possibly done something.
As usual that morning I tried to ignore my hungover father as best as I could but he always found a way to make me snap. I ran out of the house when Zoë arrived, relieved that I didn't have to spend another second with that man I am forced to call my father.
"Okay, not a good day? Cool." She started the car and as she was about to drive away Zayne came out of his house and when he looked up his eyes locked with mine.
My breath hitched ever so slightly. I became aware of my surrounding and I felt the intensity of his gaze slither up my spine.my heart began to hammer in my chest when his tongue slipped between his lips and coated them with his saliva, making them look so kissable.
He soon snapped out of our gaze and walked to his bike and Zoë began to speed down the road. I looked down at my fingers, avoiding Zoë's curious stares. I didn't know how to explain what had happened there.
"Uh...are you gonna tell me what happened back there?" She asked.
"Nothing...you know just saw him and he happened to see me and yeah," I replied, shrugging.
She scoffed and clicked her tongue. I knew she wasn't done and that she would be asking me about this later on in the day when I wasn't so fidgety. Zoë loved knowing what happened in my life even though it wasn't even that interesting to be honest.
When we walked into the school Zoë told me about how Preston had made her look like a villain in front of the entire cheerleading squad--not that she cared. I had asked why she was at the bleachers anyways while Preston was at football practice but she had said she found a great scene close to the bleachers and she was having a hard time capturing it.
"Good morning, ladies. How are you this fine morning?" Zoë groaned as Preston grinned at her.
"Speak of the devil. Preston, it's a shitty morning," she replied before she walked away.
I shook my head.
"Im starting to think I should move on," he groaned miserably.
"No! She's just a tough cookie. Don't give up, Preston!"
After bidding him a goodbye I began my actual academic day at school. As I was heading for PE I couldn't help but get nervous at the thought of Zoë interrogating me about this mornings weird events.
After changing Zoë and I attempted to try and sit out of PE but Coach insisted that we at least do the warm up. Zoë groaned and dragged me around the gym. About five steps in I felt my chest begin to contract and sting. I felt the taste of blood begin to rise in my throat.
"So...What happened with Zayne? I swear you guys were undressing each...other! Mentally...of course," she panted.
I looked down at my feet as we ran. "Uh...well, he kind almost...hit me with his...thing! I mean...uhm...bike!"
Zoë stopped and placed her hands on her knees as she knelt down. I stopped and copied her movements.
"Say what? Then what? You guys...uh...make out?" She leaned back, stretching her back.
"No! We had a...argument and turns out he doesn't like me...at all." I groaned as m'y throat began to constrict and sting.
She let out a breathy laugh and began to jog with me again. "Well s**t!"
We began to groan in unison as we felt our legs turn into noodles. "Girls! You're not even halfway! Just cut!"
We smiled and ran across the gym floor happily. When we reached the other end we collapsed onto the bleachers and groaned. Zoë looked at me and grinned mischievously.
"Well, it looked like he liked you rather than disliked you!"
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