Lockdown

Chapter 13

I stared up at the ceiling above me. My mind was racing. Since there was so much going on in my mind, I couldn't sleep. I turned to look at the look on my bedside table. 12:30. I groaned in annoyance and sat up in my bed with a frown. After Zeke and I had our....um moment, we were taken to the hospital. Thankfully my nose wasn't broken. Zeke got his arm taken care of. They were able to take the bullet out before it got infected.

There's no school tomorrow because they needed to check the scene. Some of us got interviewed by some news reporters and cops. My dad is still worked up about the whole situation and wanted to spend a lot of time with me, but when we got home, all I wanted to go was grab a book and read in my room. But of course my dad at least wanted to eat dinner with me.

Now, I'm in my bed trying to sleep. But because my mind is elsewhere and I can't clear it, I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about the way body felt against Zeke or the way his lips molded with mine. It felt so amazing. Unconsciously, my fingers made their way up to my lips and lightly brushed against them.

Sliding out of the bed, I walked over to my door. Along the way I picked up my phone off of my bedside table. I exited my room and went down the stairs. It was dark since it was the middle of the night, and the only light available was the light shining in the windows from the stars and moon outside. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. I chugged it down, feeling the cool liquid slither down my throat.

My phone started vibrating on the table. I furrowed my eyebrows and picked it up to see who the caller was. Zeke's name popped up on the screen. A small smile found its way onto my lips. I clicked accept and brought my phone up to my ear. "Hello?" I asked in a confused voice.

"Hey, you're awake." Zeke's deep, baritone spoke over the phone.

"Yeah, I am. I can't sleep." I replied with a yawn. I sat down on one of the stools at the island table and propped one of my legs up on the other. 

"I'm coming over." he stated. 

"Wha-" Before I could finish, he hung up the phone. The hell? Why is he coming over? Does he know where I live? I placed the phone back down on the table and stared down at the clothes I was wearing. A pair of short shorts and a Fall Out Boy tee. My hair was probably a rats nest. 

Not knowing what he was going to do, I quickly and quietly went up the stairs and into my room. I went into my bathroom to brush my teeth and tame my wild hair. I slipped on a pair of black leggings and a hoodie. By the time I reached the front door, I heard a small knock on it. I opened it up and saw Zeke standing in front of me. He was clad in his normal leather jacket, tight white shirt, beanie, black jeans, and black shoes. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stared at me. He looked so attractive, that I had to look away and make sure that I wasn't drooling. 

How have I not noticed hot he was before? 

My heart started to beat faster and his heartwarming smile created butterflies in my stomach. After he kissed me, we didn't really say anything because our friends interrupted us as well as the news reporters. "Why are you here?" I asked him in curiosity. 

"I want to take you somewhere." he informed me before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of my house. He then closed the door behind me and lead me to his car. My eyes widened when I saw the bike in front of us. 

"You have a motorcycle?" I asked. 

He turned to me with a frown. "Please don't tell me you're too scared to ride this." A frown made its way onto my face. Does he honestly think that? 

"Are you kidding me? I've always wanted to ride one of these!" I exclaimed as I ran over to it and felt the leather seat with my hand. I stared at the vehicle in awe. Zeke chuckled and went up behind me. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I shivered in pleasure when I felt him nuzzle my neck with his nose.