Going Nowhere

Chapter 4

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"Hey Sally." I say arriving to school early. I was struggling holding two Starbucks bucks coffees out of my car. I handed her one and she smiled

"Thanks, so I'm guessing Angie had company over?" She Said taking a zip from her cup.

"Yeah and I couldn't sleep." I roll my eyes at her. Whenever Angie had her guy over they would be really loud, in her bedroom.

"Is she still dating Charlie?" She asked as we walked into campus.

"Yep." I say As we go through the crowded halls we pass by a group of guys covered in tattoos. Oh no. It's Zayn, and he's on time to school. He's with his group of punk friends and I try my hardest not to look their way. Success.

"Zayn was totally eyeing you as we walked by them." Sally whispered as we arrived in the class.

Why would he even look at me? He made it clear on Monday he wanted nothing to do with me.

After finishing my coffee in anatomy I have to pee really bad. I struggle trying to hold it in. I get up and practically run to Mrs. Swan's desk and I whisper if I can use the bathroom. She nods and I bolt out of there. I run to the closest bathroom at the end of the hall. Are you kidding me? There was a sign blocking it because two men were in there doing some plumbing work. I dash across campus to the next bathroom. I run in and I'm relived. Peeing never felt so good. I hurry up washing my hands and walk back to class. The hallways are empty since everyone is having class. I run my arm along the sides of the lockers and then I feel someone grab my wondering arm. Ouch.

I turn and I see Zayn. He is gripping my wrist tight.

"Shit, Zayn, let me go!" I say trying to pull away from his grip. He ignores me and pushes me onto the lockers. I feel my head hit it hard, and it made a echoing noise across the hall. I am now scared. I start panicking confused as to what he wants from me. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. He pinned me holding my arms against the locker. His face comes closer to mine and I begin to relax. His lips go straight to my lips as he presses himself onto me. What the hell is he doing?

His lips are soft, so soft he taste like mint gum. He lets go from my lips and then releases my arms. I stay there looking at my wrist as he left red marks all over them.

"Sorry." He mumbles as he stares down at my wrists. His eyes full of concern. He shakes his head and walks away. I don't know if I should call out for him. I don't. I am more confused then ever. His lips sent a shock through me. I was scared one second then perfectly fine right when he kissed me. I know Zayn didn't mean to hurt me. Or did he?

I walk back to class and I now have a throbbing headache. I know it was from that bang I had when Zayn threw me against the locker. It really did hurt. I know he didn't mean to physically hurt me. At least I hope he didn't.

I now was more aware of Zayn around school. It was like he was allowing me to find him. I saw him through passing periods, which I never did before. And I had a clear view of him at lunch.

"Gina, what the hell happened to your wrist?" Sasha asked as she sat down at the lunch table with Sally and I. I looked down and saw a bruise form. Did he really cause this? I didn't notice it before. I looked down examining it and when I looked up he was glaring at me.

"I don't know actually." I lie. I felt uncomfortable seeing Zayn watch me eat lunch. He didn't take his eyes away from me. It was creepy.

 I wish I was wearing a long sleeve or a sweater to hide my wrist. It really did bruise up pretty bad. I was reminded of Zayn all day.

Finally it was time to go home and who was behind me? Zayn. I was in my car driving home and I could see his motorcycle. He was definitely following me. What does he think he is doing? I pretend I don't see him and continue driving.

I park and I see him at a distance following. Oh no. What did he want now? Like I knew he parked his bike behind my car and got off. He had his helmet in his hand as he walked over to waiting on my lawn.

"Was it necessary to follow me?" I say crossing my arms. 

He ignores me dropping his helmet as he gently tugs at my arm. I try pulling away but he has my wrist in his hand. He examines it and his face looks sad. He traces the bruise on my wrist with his finger tip and then looks up at me.

"I'm so sorry Gina." He said bringing up my wrist to his lips. He kissed it and I shivered.

"Okay." I say pulling my arm away from him.

"I honestly don't know what youve done to me." He shakes his head.

"Excuse me? You're the one who practically tore my wrist off, I did nothing to you but try and be your friend."

"No." He snapped.

"Then what?"

"I just, I can't stop thinking about you." He admits. I see it in his face he is serious. His eyes dart to mine.

"I don't know what to say." I admit. I know Zayn is trouble. He could be an asshole, and dangerous after that stunt he pulled earlier. Yes i'll admit the kiss was nice. I can forgive him for hurting me physically.  I know he didn't mean to.

"You haven't been thinking of me?" He asks. My eyes widen, I don't know if I can continue this game with him. 

"NO." I lie. Why did I say no? I look down to my wrist and I reminded why I said no. Only I wish I felt it in my heart that no was the right thing to say. 

Zyan's face is in shock. He looks angry and picks up his helmet from the ground. 

 "Zayn, please don't go yet!" I shout. He stops and turns to me. "Why did you beat up James that day?"

"I owed you one." He shrugged. I know he meant from me not telling about the cigarette thing.

His face looked hurt and I felt just as awful as he looked.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, as Zayn jumped onto his bike.

I stood there frozen. Zayn actually admitted he had been thinking about me. I felt butterflys when he said it I do know that. But theres no way I can fall for him. I did feel strong feelings for him but they are now fading. I need to get myself to stop thinking about this dangerous boy before hurts me even more.