Rebellious

Part 3

I plopped down onto my couch. My hand carelessly patted the mahogany coffee table, hopeful to find the remote. My breathing speed increased as an unanticipated tone sounded from nearby. The familiar ring informed me that it was my cell phone. I turned the device on, puzzled by the notification; a text message from a number I have never seen.

"How's that ride sound now? -Z" the message read. A smile began to form on my face that I quickly chose to make vanish while I replied to the obvious person.

"Oh I'm not sure" I typed, but erased the text as I thought over the standing offer once again. My fingers hovered over the digital keypad, dancing in an untold pattern until I had made up my mind.

"I don't think now's a good time..." I told him. Being honest, it would never seem like a good time. No matter how intrigued the thought made me I couldn't help but get a revolted feeling when I imagined cruising on that death trap.

It didn't take more than 30 seconds for his response.

"C'mon, you're not afraid... Are you?" He wrote.

"Nope." I said back which was an utter lie but of course I couldn't allow him to know that semi-valuable piece of information.

"Then why not?" He questioned.

"It's just not a good time, ok?"

I'm horrible at coming up with excuses. He didn't reply after that, which gave me a slight emotion of regret, for no matter how desperately I'd like to deny it, the fact still remained that I wanted to talk to him, and to maybe even be with him.

"Hey Jaz, are you expecting anyone?" Ellie wondered, while peeping through the blinded window.

"No?" I murmured and joined her at the sight.

"Is that-" Ellie began.

"Yup," I finished with a gulp, knowing what she was saying. It was Zayn.

"I'm not here!" I yelled and ran into my closet, making my trip there by jumping over the sofa and slipping a couple times, being my clumsy self. In the nearby room I could hear Ellie chuckle at my choppy escape.

I sunk down into a crouch and desperately tried to slow my breathing. How did he even find where I live? I repeatedly asked myself that unanswered question. Faintly in the background I could hear Ellie trying to get rid of him.

"Jasmine isn't here right now," she attempted to convince.

"Oh, would you mind telling her I stopped by?" His raspy voice asked. Just by his sound I was deeply intrigued, but couldn't let myself give in.

"May I ask how you found our flat?" Ellie questioned. In my mind I pictured her popping a hip and placing her hand on it as she spoke. I thanked her in my mind then continued on with my eavesdropping. I sat there, my ear pressed against the wall waiting for his response.

Nothing.

Silence.

That annoying ring then went off. My cell phone which was still in the living room. It was obvious he heard it.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I couldn't help but curse under my breath.

"Is that her phone?" Zayn's curious voice asked, sounding a bit too innocent for his style.

"She uh... she must of left it here." Ellie excused the situation.

"Do you mind if I wait for her?" I heard his accent ask.

"Actually I was just getting ready to leave for myself," my roommate's soft voice explained. She's better at this than I had expected.

"Well," Zayn said. A cracking noise was then heard, it almost sounded as if he were popping his knuckles. For some reason I thought he might hurt Ellie and my morales convinced me to rush out of the closet in case the scenario begged for my rescuing.

"I guess I'll leave then-" Zayn said. Just as I made my appearance in the living room he was turning and walking away. "Oh!" He exclaimed hearing me sloppily stumble into the room, clearly not surprised as to where I actually was.

"H-hey," I greeted him. Ellie turned around and shot me a glance as if I were crazy.

"So you're free then, I take it?" Zayn said, taking another step into our home.

"Uh..." I stuttered, "sure."

As I brushed past Ellie I stopped.

"If I'm not back in 2 hours get help." I advised. She laughed quietly before realizing I was serious. Ellie nodded and we said our goodbyes.

"What the hell was that?" Zayn asked. His voice sounded angry, but then he chuckled, making it sound maybe as more of a joke.

"I-I'm sorry," by my stuttering he could probably tell how uncomfortable I was around him. He grabbed my wrist, holding it tightly. His golden eyes pierced my own look, not giving me the permission I needed to break this unintended stare down.

"Don't worry," he whispered directly into my ear, "I don't bite." I mustered a very nervous laugh and awkwardly nodded my head.

"Really," he said, speaking at a normal tone again. A sharp pain was felt on my wrist as his grip became tighter and tighter.

"Ow," I quietly spoke while pulling my arm out of his merciless grasp. I took my affected arm in my opposite hand, rubbing it in attempt to heal the bruising wound.

"Here," he cooed. His normally harsh tone sounded more apologetic. Zayn's cold touch reached against my wrist. I pulled away, afraid of more harm being done.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," I told him. The boy completely ignored the idea and caressed my damaged limb against my will. My arm dropped back to my waist at his release and he went through the fluent motions of pulling his biker helmet onto his skull. Deja vous invaded my thoughts when he offered me a similar helmet which pulled up his sleeve thus revealing the familiar tattoos on his forearm.

"Zap?" I mumbled. The quote came out sounding as more of a question. Again, Zayn ignored my words and continued to straddle the leather seat of his motorcycle. His head turned to me, eyes glaring in my direction simply becoming impatient with my reluctance to join him. In pure fear I hopped on also. As predicted in my recent dream, he placed his firm hands on to top of mine, helpfully guiding them to stay secured around his toned torso. My embrace grew tighter as he revved the engine. Regret penetrated my mind while the vehicle started moving. I just now realized how terrible of an idea this was.