They say real love doesn't meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.
And what a bloody mess it was when Aaliyah Rosario and Zion Tanner met each other.
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Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
I felt my nose tingle first and then the salty tears started filling my eyes to the brim. I'm not sad. I'm very far from being sad. I'm angry. It doesn't matter though if I'm sad, happy, stressed or angry, these stupid tears always filled my eyes. I harshly shoved my hands against Zion's chest and took a very large step away from him. The shove was unexpected, making him stumble back. The quiet hiss that came out of his mouth when he stumbled back made me feel guilty. With the large oversized blue sweatshirt that he was wearing nobody would've guessed that he had a flesh wound on his right shoulder. I, myself, forgot about his wound or else I wouldn't have shoved him away harshly.
I now feel hurt and angry. Great.
Not in a mood to talk to him about anything else I quickly dug through my purse for the bundle of money that I shoved in when I left the cafe. When I raised my eyes, Zion's jaw was clenched tight. Taking the money out I lifted his hand and slapped the bundle down on his palm.
I was so tempted to throw the cash on his face and watch it fall on the dirty ground but my mom's stern voice made me backtrack. If my mom ever saw me and my brother step a foot on money or drop it on the floor she would make us pick it up and apologise.
Apologize to whom? I still don't know. Ayden and I would just mindlessly mumble a sorry to nothing in particular to save ourselves from the scolding that mom would give us if we didn't.
I turned around ready to stomp my way out of the park and away from Zion when a strong hand circled around my waist and pulled me back to a warm chest. "You think I'm some type of charity case? Take the fucking money and go," Zion whisper-growled in my ear. I pretended to not pay any attention to what he said and continued clawing at his hand.
If he doesn't let me go—
The very same hand was around my waist slowly made its way up to my throat and firmly clasped around it. I froze, unable to breathe not because of the hand around my throat but because of his firm display of dominance.
"Scratch my hand once again and I'll scratch you back Aaliyah. Don't tempt me."
The chances of anybody watching us was very slim because of the huge tree that hid us away from the rest of the park. I loosened my hold around his wrist and gave up. I leaned on him heavily and tried to tilt my head backwards to look at him but he tightened his hold on my throat. "I-I don't want your money."
Anyone with a smart brain could point out the fake confidence in my voice and I mentally cursed myself for it.
"Did I ask? Now I want you to put that money back into your purse without arguing with me." The harsh edge came back into his voice and I quietly put the money back into my purse without any argument. I might be dumb and do dumb things in life but poking an angry beast wasn't one of them.
