Blame. (Book 1.)

11.

It's Tuesday. Whoopie.

Meaning, I have to go back to work. Again.

Thank god coffee exists, because I would probably be in bed still.

I was entering the building, wearing a black crop top with a black blazer and black jeans. My dark red pumps stood out the most.

With a coffee in my hand and my phone in the other, I started to wonder where Zayn has been.

It's almost been a week. Well, actually, it has been a week. Unfortunately.

I was walking towards the elevator when I stopped in my tracks, only to see the man I've been dying to see.

And no, it's not Ryan Gosling.

Sadly.

My heart leaped with utter joy and I couldn't help but smile. Just a few feet away from me was Zayn. Half of me was excited to see him, but the other half was upset, since he left me without no explanation.

The smile that was once on my face, turned back to an emotionless scowl as I continued to walk through the halls and towards the stairs. I needed to stop using the elevator and get some excersize.

I glanced back down at my phone as I walked, but I oh so happened to bump into Zayn. I knew it was him because he's been wearing combat boots and a suit since day one. And they always have a green paint stain on them, from when we were chasing each other around the green room.

"Sorry," I mumbled, not taking my eyes off my phone and continuing to walk, causing my shoulder to roughly brush up against his.

I heard heavy footsteps behind me, soon I felt a hand that grabbed my elbow and forced me to turn around, resulting my 6s to slip out of my hands and harshly land on the floor.

I was faced with a very, angry Zayn. I raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled quietly. He looked like a hot tomato, I couldn't help but laugh.

"So you're just going to ignore me like that? No welcoming, no hey, no kiss-"

"Woah, woah, woah, hold the fuck up. Kiss? Kiss? Oh puh-lease, Zayn. If I ever kiss you again you'd probably run out faster than you can say Zap for fuck sake." I spat out with pure venom in my voice. I rolled my eyes and started to turn away, not until Zayn pushed me up against the wall; his knee between my legs, practically pressed up against my core. His hands were on my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin.

I'm sure he didn't care that there were people around, because our bodies were pressed against one another, our lips were only inches apart.

But our closeness and intimacy was the least of my worries.

The temporary dean was standing in the far corner, watching us with a smirk.

"I had a reason to run out, Lauren." Zayn growled, his grip tightening on me.

I typically rolled my eyes. "Oh really? And what might that be?"

For a second, I saw uneasiness in his eyes before he replied quickly. "Mission."

"So, all the sudden, you had a mission -"

"Yep."

"So you left, and went out of the grid to go to Miami and complete a mission for a week?"

"Yea - Wait, no, no, no. How did you know where I-"

"Camila. Now put me down. Please." I mumbled out quietly.

He hesitated but gently let go of me. Finally.

I fixed my blazer and bent down to get my phone, hoping and praying that it wasn't cracked. I turned it over, only to reveal a perfectly normal screen. I sighed in relief and began walking up the stairs.