Check Yes Juliet (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 7 ( lots of smut)

I turned around from my spot, my eyes carefully searching for the devil. I was hoping it was just the voice in my head, warning me not to talk to Seth. But alas, it wasn’t that. He was here. Zayn was really here on my campus ground.

He was leaning on his black Bentley and had a cigarette in one hand. Even though his eyes were covered by his rayban aviators, I could still feel them glaring hard towards Seth.

“I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, Juliet. And please be careful.” Seth warned me before walking away. He didn’t even wait for a reply from me.

It took me a second or two before I could pluck up the courage to walk up to him. My brain was telling me to run away but my heart was begging to run TO him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked timidly.

Zayn remained quiet as he opened the car door for me. So he’s being a gentleman now?

“Get in.” He ordered. Guess not. 

“No. I rather walk but thanks anyway.”

“I said get in the car!”

His words were hard and menacing and to be honest, I deserved it. I should have known better than to defy him. I heavily lifted my legs, sitting on the passenger seat before he slammed the door shut. As he took his last puff out of his cigarette, I got a good look at my surroundings. 

Apparently, the commotion between us got some attention from my schoolmates. I noticed a girl from class, who was sitting on one of the benches, her eyes widened at the sight of Zayn. She immediately, shifted her gaze to me and shot me an apologetic look. There were also a group of girls who were whispering and pointing their fingers to the car while a couple of them threw seductive glances to Zayn. Urgh, it sickens me how jealous I felt at that moment.

I thought about what Seth told me earlier. According to him, Zayn is famous; its no wonder why people were trying to get his attention. I might be the only one here who doesn’t know who he really is.

The drive home was eerily quiet. It was in a way worst than him screaming at me. It just means that most of his anger was boiling on the inside. I was being extra weary because all this rage and fury in him might just burst to the surface at any moment. I wanted him to say something, to say anything. Even calling me a slut would be better than this silence.

Once the main door of the house was opened, I hastily walked passed him without acknowledging his presence. The only place I wanted to be right now was in my room. But of course, he stopped me before I could.

“Juliet, didn’t I tell you to stay away from him?” When calls me by my first name, you know he means business.

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you listen to me?!” He hissed.

“Because you don’t have the right to tell me who I can or cannot befriend with, Zayn!” I spat.