Chapter Twelve: The Hearts Betrayal
Zaine P.O.V
I knew it was wrong of me and it was pervy but I couldn’t help myself. I sat in the tree outside her house watching her sleep; she looked so fragile and scared. I couldn’t get her out of my mind, I felt sick with myself knowing what I was doing now was so wrong but I couldn’t help it. I had to make sure she was safe.
I had another dream about her last night, this one was graphic. When I woke up, I felt like I would kill to have it become reality. But I knew it wouldn’t she was too nice for me, too pretty, so stunning. Even though she was broken, sad, un-stable. I still loved her. It felt weird I’d only said it too myself, I was scared at how natural it felt to even think it.
I saw her roll over, she looked tired. Her eyes were closed, held shut like she was having a bad dream; the sheets were scrunched up in her hand. There was a stuffed animal in the bed next to her; I couldn’t see what it was from here. I dropped down out the tree; my mum might have noticed I snuck out.
I looked back at her house, I felt relieved knowing she was safe. As I drove home I thought about how hard I’d battled with these feelings, and how they’d grown stronger every time I caught a whiff of her perfume, every time she smiled, even if it weren’t at me every laugh, look, touch. I was in deep and it was scary.
I hadn’t known her long but yet I was willing to give my life for her, it was twisted in a way because so many times, she’d tried to take her own life. Take herself away from me. I watched her tonight, at Bianca’s party, I stayed in the corner not bringing attention to myself, I don’t think many people noticed me.
She was an amazing dancer. Her moves were exotic; I had to take a breather in the bathroom I was getting so hot. She makes me question things, and I love that, being able to see the world how she does. Today in class I decided I was gonna tell her how I felt, let her know what she could have if she wanted it.
She was coming round to mine tomorrow, I would tell her then. I would tell her, I promised myself. I wasn’t a coward I was Zaine. So then why was my heart pounding out my chest as I thought about being alone with her? I would tell her tomorrow, I would tell Angelina that I loved her.
Angelina P.O.V
I worked out what me and Zaine were partners for. A French assignment, we had to write about a French building, but not the Eiffel tower. We were doing Le Arc de Triomphe. Some marble archway in France. I know snooze. I was having a hard time choosing what I was gonna wear. Sweet but casual or sexy casual? Stephanie opted for sexy casual.
So I was in my black mini skirt, a red v-neck low cut red top. And my red high top converse – the casual part. Oh and I almost forgot, my funky knee length socks with hearts on them. My hair was wavy and glossy, I don’t know what Stephanie put in it but I was definitely finding out. She was treating this like a date, instead of a quick oh-fuck-our-projects-due-tomorrow get together.
