GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 52 'Training'

Days passed and Alyssa still wasn't allowed to follow her training program; Selena still hadn't heard from James or anyone else.

'Are you ready?' A masculine voice called her.
'Yeah...' she slightly smiled.

The young man walked towards her, he took her travel bag which was lying on the hospital bed.
They left the hospital in silence.

'Will you wait for me in the car while I sign the forms?' He softly told her, by caressing her lower back.
'Sure.' Selena agreed, grabbing the keys in his hands.
She walked out of the hospital and look for the car in the parking lot when she saw her friend's red car she walked towards it, under the hot Nevada sun.
Suddenly, she felt herself wobbling, she put her hand on her head:
'Breathe Selena, breathe.' She told herself.
'Wow, Selena you okay?' He rushed towards her.
'Yes, I'm... I'm fine.' She asserted.
They got into the car still in silence, Mike had seen that Selena was not well - and not only because of the head trauma.
'Well, are you going to tell me what's wrong now?' The blonde guy said.
'I'm fine. It's not like my dad is busting my balls and I can't reach James.' The bossy woman ironically chuckled.
'You should have told him the truth in the first place.
'Technically I didn't lie. I just... didn't introduce myself as Jenifer Dallas' daughter.'
'Yes, but you should have told him before you had sex with him. Now he thinks you played with his feelings.'
'But I didn't! I would never have done that!' She swore.
'I know that, but you have to make him understand it.' Mike concluded.

Several feet underground, a strident alarm resounded throughout the room, Zayn was woken up by Alyssa elbowing him in the ribs:
'Ouch, thanks, baby...' He groaned while massaging his ribs.
'Sorry...' she apologized, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face.
'What the fuck was that?' Zayn asked before laying back in bed.
'I think you're gonna have to start training soon, B.' She sighed as she removed his pillow to put it on her face.
His head hit the soft mattress.

'I don't want to have 6 hours of training...' he howled, taking back the pillow she stole from him.
'Good luck with that.' she laughed.
'Oh shut up.' he giggled.
The Pakistani left the room to go to the kitchen.

'Hello, Zayn!' Freddy greeted him. 'Would you like something?'
'Yeah, I'd like you to shut up.' He thought.
'I'm good. I'll manage on my own.'
'Oh, hey beautiful!' Freddy exclaimed enthusiastically.

The golden-eyed man turned his head back, not immediately understanding who Freddy was talking to.
'God it's been a while!' She replied, taking him in her arms
'What's it been? 10 years?' He asked.
'Yeah, at least!' She laughed.
'Can I get you something?'
Aly opened her mouth to speak but he interrupted her:
'Let me guess, a coffee with cream and three sugars?' He chuckled.
'What kind of crap is that?' Zayn, who had been watching the scene earlier, grunted.
'Yeah I know, I've always told her that mixing a coffee with cream and three sugars was a sin but she won't listen.' Freddy laughed.

'Are you fucking stupid? You think I don't know what my girlfriend has for breakfast?' He sarcastically said.
'Okay. This is no time for a toxic masculinity contest.' Alyssa reminded as she took a seat.
'I know darling, but your boyfriend seems a little tense...' he sighed
'Fuck off, I'm not tense!'
'It's okay, you've had a few stressful days I can understand!'
'Stressful days? Bro, you keep hitting on my girl, how'd you want me to react? Maybe I should congratulate you? Oh no better, I'll tell you everything she likes in bed so you'd fuck her better than I do!' Zee yelled.
'Can I have my coffee please, Fred?' Alyssa put an end to this one-sided argument.
'Sure.' Freddy agreed.

He pressed a black button on the countertop and said 'a coffee with cream and 3 sugars.'
A cup appeared behind a luminous glass, a liquid -which looked very much like pure coffee- materialized in the mug, 3 tiles of sugar fell into the cup, the drink seemed to be mixed and whipped cream so added, the glass opened and Freddy took the drink that he handed to Aly.

Zayn was despite himself speechless, he did not want to be impressed by this fool.
'Can I have something?' he asked.
'Sure.'
'Whatcha got?'
'Anything you want, Zayn.' Freddy announced.
'Oh yeah? Anything I want?'
'Yeah, that's exactly what I just told you.'

Zayn stared at the machine for a few seconds before saying, 'a Cocoroco de Santa Luz.'

He figured it was impossible to find Cocoroco because it's illegal in the U.S. and few people use it. Then it is alcohol with more than 96 degrees of alcohol, you could disinfect surgical equipment with it. But the Cocoroco de Santa Luz is even harder to find because it is the best of all, therefore the most expensive, the most requested and the rarest.

Both Aly and Freddy looked at him, eyes wide open.
'As you wish...' Freddy rolled his eyes.
Surprisingly, a shot of the drink Zayn requested materialized.
'No fucking way...' he uttered.
'Are you really gonna be drinking that shit at 9.00 a.m.?'
'I know it's none of my business but I agree with Aly, it's not responsible, you're gonna have a 6 hours training, you need to be sober.'
'This won't get me wasted.' Zayn fixed the man, his usually hazel eyes had turned black with anger coursing through his veins.
'Are you sure 'bout that?' Freddy provoked him.
'Wanna bet?'
'Surely would.' He smiled.

Zayn grabbed the shot and drank it down.
'See? Still alive, still breathin' and totally sober.' He declared with his arms spread in the air, as a sign of innocence.
Aly had her head in her hands, deadly ashamed.
'What the hell are you doing, Zee?' She sighed.
He was about to answer when Jordy, the annoying humanoid called him.
'No, you know what I don't even want to know, go to your workout, and maybe after 6 hours of intense sport you'll calm down.' Aly clenched her jaw.

Zayn turned and left without answering, he was angry, for no real reason, but he couldn't help it: Freddy was hiding something, he knew it, and seeing him flirt with Aly in front of his eyes was too much to handle.
But he knew that she was right, these 6 hours of training would make him evacuate this unjustified rage.