See Me

42

Zane was on edge today. I could feel it as we walked into the school. He was walking close to me, his left hand was resting on my lower back. I had the feeling that even if I tried to increase the space between us, he wouldn't let me.

People were staring at us again. The girls looked at Zane first, and then glared at me in annoyance. The boys ran their eyes down my body, and then diverted their eyes as soon as they saw Zane's hand attached to me.

Because of course they only respect a girl when she's deemed as another guy's property.

I could see our group ahead of us in the hallways, settled around the same water fountain that they gather at every morning. Noah was pulling on a stand of Olivia's blonde hair. Olivia was chatting to Trinity, who seemed to be keeping an awkward distance between herself and Tyler. Tyler, Benji and Jax are were leaned against the wall, peering at the girls passing by and whispering comments into each other's ears. Cain was standing to the left of them, seemingly uninterested in their conversation and peering down at his phone.

Cain looked up as Zane and I reached my locker. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he observed the way Zane was touching me. He gave Zane a distinct flick of his chin, and gestured for him to go over there.

I don't think Zane noticed though, because his eyes were laser focused on Jax. I could practically hear the thoughts going through his mind. I could see what he wanted to do. I could see the fire in them.

"Don't." I whispered, laying a hand on his chest in hopes to calm him.

Zane didn't look at me, he kept his eyes on Jax. "He deserves it. And more."

"And when everyone asks why you felt the need to punch him, what will you say?" I asked him.

Zane sighed and looked back to me, but the fire in his eyes was still there. "I could think of a reason."

"Hmm." I hummed out, turning and opening my locker. I knew it as much as he knew it, Zane fighting Jax would be the talk of the school.

"No one asked the last time I punched him." Zane said nonchalantly.

My head flicked back towards him. What?

"When did you hit Jax?" I rushed out.

Zane titled his head at me, rolling his lips together like he had let out something he wasn't supposed to say.

"Zane?" I urged him, arching my eyebrow.

"Monday." Zane said simply.

It felt like weeks had passed since that day. It was the day I had finally told Zane the truth. The day I overheard him and Jax talking. The day Jax told him that we had been together and then called me a slut.

I stared at Zane, waiting for an explanation.

"Don't worry about it. He said somethings that he shouldn't have." Zane grabbed my hand. "Trust me, nothing that comes out of his mouth is worth repeating."

I wanted to ask more questions, but the sudden influx of students around us prevented me. I sighed, knowing the crowds of people meant only one thing. Class was starting soon. I didn't want to go. I never did.

"You ready?" Zane asked, letting go of my hand. I watched as he did it, feeling a frown on my face at the sight.

Zane chuckled as he closed my locker for me, shaking his head. I watched as a smile formed on his lips, and the fire in his eyes was almost gone.

"You think they would have something better to look at." I muttered after we had stopped at Zane's locker, and we were now walking to our first class.