| Mia |
I stumbled in the corridor .
Conrad's hand shot up but I held my palm up.
I didn't want to be touch or talked to. I didn't want to be even looked at . My heart was on fire and only one person had the power to put it out.
I had to reach him.
Conrad had to be lying!
Determined and not at all caring about the mascara running down-my nose was red and I had a crazy glint in my eyes.
I didn't realize that I was trying so hard not to sniffle. Not to let the tears run down.
I was clueless as to why Conrad was still following me around.
Moving out from the corridor, I looked around wildly, desperation getting the best of me. He was nowhere! Nowhere!
My heart was gnawing at me to find him!
I was turning around in a circle in the middle of the student
body. He had to be here! He had to be-"Zack."
Conrad said softly.
And I stopped right there.
Zack. .
Yes! Indeed it was him!
A warm sensation enveloped me. As if I was a thirst crazed person who just sighted water.
He was here. . everything is going to be alright.
He was emerging out of the corridor like he had been behind us all this time but I didn't think much about it.
"Zack." I whispered seeing him walk towards us. .but. .there was something wrong with the way he looked. I just knew there was something off. .
The way his jawline was set.
His blue eyes so closed off.
His eyes not radiating that warm feeling when he looked at me. .
If it was possible, my heart dropped even further in the pit of my stomach.
He kept walking towards us in slow lesire steps and the second he got near me - my hand reached out involuntarily to touch him somehow- but all I caught was air.
He didn't stop.
He kept moving.
Passing right by me.
I whirled around at his back. .my heart ripping at the edges . A strange kind of terror running in my veins.
The tips of my fingers went ice cold.
"Zack!" I called out his name loudly. Surely.
Everyone around us stopped and stared at us.
At me.
Zack halted.
I was at that point where I didn't care about the eyes watching me. About the faces waiting for the drama to unfold.
I was at stake.
My heart was at stake.
Why was he giving me his back? He never did that. .
You were a bet for him. .
I shook the dark whisper away wishing I had never agreed to step into that classroom. It was supposed to be the best day of my life . .
"Zack. ."
I sounded like a broken record.
He sighed.
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