Not Born for This World

Chapter 11

It has been a few weeks since the bowling incidence.

After Zayn and Red arrived that day, I stayed there for about an hour before excusing  my self and leaving for the library.

I had noticed Zayn's constantly bestowing deadly glares at me and it had  make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

I had no idea what I had done to bring out such behavior in him because as far as I had noticed he didn't treat anyone else in the same way

I didn't understand why he was treating me  that badly and yet he didn't even know me.

Or maybe he was just in a bad mood...

In the recent weeks,Tori the Tool,as I now called him,has started spending quite a lot of time with me,which I was really glad about. Hanging out with him was always the highlight  to my day.

We went out on a run every morning and after,he would take me out for breakfast before him leaving for work. 

During the first days of us having breakfast together he would  always pick on me for ordering Choco flakes and cold milk for breakfast. Telling me that I was embarrassing him in public.

Last week he wouldn't stop calling me Boss Baby and so I forcefully feed him a spoons of the soaked Choco flakes.

He actually ended up enjoying the taste and now all thanks to me, he was  hooked.

Shiky was always too hang overed to join us,and she always opted to sleep in. I had come to realised that Shiky, was the true definition of a party animal.

She was always out all night and whenever she wasn't out,she always had people over.

She was  what one would call,a free spirit.

One Sunday, as we were cooling down from a long run,Tori had confessed to me that he was taking classes on computer programing and coding and he really enjoyed it.

I was a bit surprised after he had told me, considering how spoilt he acted and how demanding working for his father was.

He had informed me that he was planning on leaving his dad's company and starting his own but nobody else knew this other than Zayn and  now me.

He wanted to keep it that way for now.

I was proud of him because I had noticed how miserable he always was,working for his dad.

Sadly ,his relationship with his father Masela, was unfortunate.

I pinky promised him that I wouldn't tell a soul.

I knew he had his own reasons for not telling his family,and I had to respect that.

During the day, I spend my time in Masela's library,in my element reading and researching.

In the evenings when Tori left work,he would pick me up and we would spend time in his room catching up with Comedy shows and stand up comedies while eating ice cream, until late into the night.

I would laugh at the most lame jokes as Tori the Tool tried to re act them.

I would then eventually doze off sprawled out  on his bed and  in the morning I would wake up  my bed, tacked in.

Tori was the sweetest when you got to know him. He had pure heart,like that of a kid.

He had promised to help me heal on that day and he was doing exactly that.

I was thankful that he always made time in his hectic schedule  to spend time with me everyday. I was really lucky to have him considering the hard time I was having.