Beneath His Mask

Chapter 8- Jealousy?

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At some point at Zach's raging party, I exchanged numbers with Jennette. It's a good thing that drunken me has some common sense- I surely wanted to hang out with a bold girl like her again.

Today, that's exactly what I'm doing.

I hop on the bike my Aunt Vicky let me borrow, (which, may I add, is scorching hot from the sun). Jennette and I are meeting at Starbucks to chat and catch up for a little since we've only texted since we met. 

I peddle down the driveway, already feeling the humidity hit me. Damn this heat!

It's been a few days since I've seen Zach. It's odd that he hasn't been around lately...

I'm turning the corner out of my neighborhood when I hear footsteps behind me.

I dangle my legs to the floor, using the tips of my toes to stop my bike. In the process, my flowey tie-dye shorts get caught on a wire on my bike. It takes me a clumsy moment to untangle it.

When I'm finally free from the wrath of the evil bike, (ugh), I turn back forward.

I should have known. 

Sexy and toned as ever, a very childish Zach stands in the front of my bike. His hands are on my handlebars, gripping them tightly. His face is about 10 inches from mine, and his ice blue eyes bore into my skull. Woah there cowboy!

I nearly fall off my bike as my gaze meets his.

"Happy to see me?" Zach presses, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. I resume my stance on my bike, my two legs on the ground. I casually drop my hands to avoid contact with his, which are still on the handles lingering.

I pick up my face and look at him straight on, trying to control my impulse to jump off and attack him out of anger and lust...

"Ecstatic!" is my witty response, which makes Zach's grin grow wider. I can't help but smile too.

"Where are you going?" is his next question to me.

"Is this an intervention?" I reply, gesturing to his hands on the handlebars. I have somewhere to be, although I'm not sure if I want to leave now...

"Just curious," Zach answers me, tapping his fingers one at a time.

I roll my eyes at him.

"I'm meeting up with Jennette at 1."

As soon as I say this, his face falls a little bit. That happened last time too, as a matter of fact. What's the deal here?

"Are you going to tell me why you always scowl when I say her name?" Is MY question. I expect an answer since he's making me late.

"I don't scowl. I don't want to make you late, either. Go on," Zach says, running his hands through his hair once more. He goes to let go of my bike, and I quickly move my hands to take the place his were in. For a moment our fingers brush, and fireworks explode all over my body. Did he hold his hand there a second too long on purpose? It can't be.

I stand there disoriented for a moment. 

My heart rate picks up as my breathing staggers.

Finally gaining my composure, I say goodbye and paddle away. 

What was that all about? 

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10 minutes later my bike is all locked up in front of Starbucks, and I've chosen a table in the back of the store to meet Jennette at. She should be here any moment. 

I unfocused my gaze from the time on my phone to see a brunette head bobbing through the crowd, heading for me.

"Jennette!" I squeal, springing up from my seat to great her. 

She runs over to me in her heels, which make loud clanking noise with each step she takes.

"Reagan, you bitch! We finally get to hang out for a little bit." She says, embracing me in a tight hug. For a moment I smell cologne on her clothes. That's odd- she doesn't have a boyfriend. 

Right?