Fool For You (Sequel to Awakening) >> z.m ✔

Chapter Six

[ Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update, I had a busy Thanksgiving/ Black Friday sort of deal. Plus, I'm hooked on The Vampire Diaries. Has anyone watched it? Hope you enjoy the chapter! ]

~Zayn's POV~

I kissed her. I really kissed her. The year of never feeling her touch, her lips on mine, disappeared in the few seconds we kissed. Everything was perfect... and complete.

But I feel like I ruined any chance I had with her. She didn't look appalled or angry when I pulled away, just sad. That led to another question. Why was she sad? Did she have another boyfriend? No, she couldn't. I knew Rachel enough to know that she would tell me something like that. I was really more worried about tomorrow.

Tomorrow, she would see her ex, Louis Tomlinson. He went to Duke in North Carolina almost immediately after he finished high school, so I wonder if he thought we were still together. That would have to be awkward to tell him. God only knows what he'll do. He's very protective.

I could tell for the rest of the night that Rachel was avoiding me and I could also tell she almost compelled to avoid her family. I wanted to apologize, but I knew that now wasn't the time to talk to her. She would either be angry or sad.

But I did notice she kept wearing the locket I gave her. I don't think that means anything, but it's the only shred of hope I have to hold on to. I've been so caught up in my own fantasy, I forgot to call Aunt Samara and tell her I'm back in Virginia.

I was sad that I wouldn't get to hang out here for the rest of the night with Gaby, Alayna, Niall, and Rachel, but I knew I wasn't welcomed. I would come back tomorrow, I knew they would at least allow that. It could be our own little high school reunion.

Quietly, I tell Rachel that I'm leaving and will see her tomorrow, to which she curtly nods, not saying a word. I have to admit, she was good at hiding her emotions. I still couldn't tell whether she was angry or not.

I start to walk back to Aunt Samara's, reminding myself to stop by the rental car place tomorrow. I felt like I was in a daze, almost tipsy, from that kiss from Rachel. Everything else was blurry.

I let myself into my old, small home, letting the door slam behind me. Aunt Samara emerges from the kitchen, slightly scared from the possibility of an intruder. Once she noticed it was me, she threw her arms around me.

"Zayn!" Her tiny voice says excitedly. I gave her a quick pat on the back, the overwhelming stench of her perfume overpowering me. Aunt Samara was in her early sixties, but already looked like she was in her mid-eighties.

Her eyes crinkled like mine when she smiled and she had the same color skin as me. I bet her hair was the same color too, but grey had taken over her hair with age. 

"Aunt Samara! Sorry I didn't call you, I'm still kind of off from the six hours on a plane." I tell her. I knew to be a gentleman around her, especially now, knowing that her sister and nephew was dead. We had lived a rough life in the few years we had been together.

"It's fine, don't worry 'bout it. You look healthier," She says, already starting her ramble. It had been two weeks since I had been gone and she was already bombarding me. Then again, a lot had happened. I guess we did have a lot of catching up to do.

"I feel healthier. How is the place?" I ask her, guiding her so she can sit down on the couch.

"Good, but a little lonely since you left," She says. She pinches her face as she sits down, another con of old age. I wish I could still be here for her, but I needed my education. And a couple other things... "How's Rachel? I don't need any crap about how you wanted to go to Berkeley for education."