Opposites [Book 1]

Chapter 21

He was sleeping, dozing rather and I prayed to God not to let him realize that we were in fact trying to sneak out.

Silently, we tiptoed past him, his snores startling me.

The moment we got out and closed the door, Hayden walked to a corner and climbed up the trash to get into a higher position.

What the heck was he doing?

He stretched his arm higher reaching something black and tore it down to himself, then typed something into the back of it, putting it back there again.

It was a camera.

The mysterious Steve must have seen me yesterday, then, because I did not remember Zahir to even glance in the direction of the camera, chances were that he did not even know about it.

Hayden took a hold of my elbow with his rough, big hand and pulled me along the alleyway, without speaking so much as a word. He was constantly clenching his jaw, his eyebrows narrowed.

"We're taking the car." He stated and nodded towards a black van that did not differ from the rest of the cars in the parking lot in front of us.

Car?

"You have a car?"

"Yes." He bit.

"Then why did you take the bus?"

He looked surprised at my question, speechless even, but somehow he gathered himself in less than two seconds, coming up with something that sounded like a big, fat lie to me.

"My car broke down."

"Huh? It looks perfectly fine to me." I tried my best not to snap at him.

"It broke down." He stated again

"Bu-"

"Would you stop being so damn nosy?" He hissed, slamming the key into the lock of the car door.

He climbed inside and crashed the door closed, leaving me outside.

I sighed in defeat as I walked around to the right side, my side of the car and got in.

"Hay-"

"Do not speak unless spoken to." He said as if it was a natural fact.

Grass is green.

Gravity pulls you down.

Do not speak unless spoken to.

But, however, I did not want him to treat me like that. If he once started to treat me like shit, there would be no turning back and I knew it.

"Fuck you." I mumbled, looking out of the window, trying to not shout at him for his sick behaviour.

One moment he would try to take care of me, he would be all protective, giving me the feeling of being someone he could possibly care about, the next moment he hates my guts and practically wants me to rot in hell.

When we arrived, he left the car, so I tried too, but my side was locked, which had meant that I had to wait for him to walk around the car and open the door for me, much to my annoyance.

Seeing him look at me, I remembered something.

"If you would have listened to me previously, you'd have been told that I have to work with Zahir on that project today since we couldn't yesterday. Just thought I'd let you know." I said as I walked away, not waiting for his response.

That was a lie, well partly, because it was not my intention to tell him about my plans for tonight previously, I wanted to ask why on earth he would not tell me the truth, but guessing he stopped me from asking it did not even seem relevant to me anymore.

Soon, unfortunately, he caught up with me, a cigarette in one hand.

"No. You're not going."

"Who are you to tell me what to do? I was not asking for your permission, I was just letting you know, there's a difference." I walked way, my anger overpowering the other emotions as I tried to spot my group of friends.

When I saw them, I waved and smiled, walking towards them, only to see them staring back at me with jaws that almost touched the floor.

Because of my fight with Hayden?

Because of his clothes that I was wearing?

"Hey guys, any ho-" I started but abruptly stopped when I was lifted off the floor. I was thrown over a shoulder, seeing a mob of brown fluffy hair for a brief second.

Hayden.

My friends did take a step back, as continued to take me away, despite my screaming, wriggling and kicking.

When I finally succeeded to wriggle myself out of his grasp, I tried to run away and back to my friends, but of course he would not let me.

Great friends, all they did was stare.

He was fast to pick me up again, holding me in a strange way so that I could not escape and then he dragged me around the corner.

"What the fuck - let me down!" I screamed my lungs out.

He put me down, pushing me up against the wall with his body, making it impossible for me to escape.

"You fucking don't talk to me like that!" He hissed.

"I talk like I fucking want to, you don't have a say in this."

"Yes I have." He replied.

"No you don't, I don't even know you! Who are you to tell me what to do and what not?!" I spoke with venom in my voice as I tried to push him away, but his body would not budge.

"Listen, you will fucking listen to me when I tell you to do something, is that clear?" He lowered his head, his voice only a whisper as he spoke trying to keep his anger down.

"Or what?" I challenged.

"Or what, what?"

"What will you do if I don't, you can't hurt me."

"Just because you think I can't it doesn't mean that I won't." His eyes burning holes into mine.

"You wouldn't."

"You don't know what I would or what I wouldn't do."

I gulped. Why did I have to start a fight with a bipolar criminal, real intelligence there.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. He had taken care of me and he had saved me from getting caught in the canalisation from which I knew immediately to be dangerous.

"I know you would not hurt me." I told him as he grimaced as if what I had told him hurt.

"All I do is looking out for you. I maybe won't hurt you, but I will not hesitate to hurt him." He growled, not budging.

"Hay - I - all I will do is study with him in the library or something! You cannot possibly hurt him for that! You're a freak!"