Behind His Smile ( Boys From Hell #4)

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| 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.