Dangerous.

Chapter Eleven

----Cassandra's POV.----

I was boiling. I felt hot, my fingers twitching as my hands balled up into tight fists. I slowly lost control over myself, my actions.

It all seemed to go in slow motion honestly. The way I quickly stood up straight and tough, leaned forward and swung my fist. All I wanted to do was wipe that fucking smirk off his god damn face and that's exactly what I did.

He was shocked to say the least. The astonishment in his face was priceless, nearly making me spit in his face and laugh. He stood up quickly too, scrambled out of the booth when I began to leave.

"Wait!" He called out behind me, his breathing heavy.

"Fuck off." I yelled back, throwing the hood over my head and put my head down when fucking flashes went off. I wanted to tell everyone off but knew it would be risking and draw even more attention to myself than I already was.

"wait!"

"Who are you?"

"Was this a date?"

"Are you two dating?"

No you fucking dicks, go kill yourself's. I wanted to shout, maybe kick and punch my way out of this swarm of grown men with cameras. It's ridiculous how many if then actually cared what Tomlinson was fucking eating.

"WAIT!" Tomlinson screamed as I started to jog across the street and get away from the flashes that literally blinded me.

He sprinted across the street, a car screeching to a stop and hitting it's horn, and practically tackling me against the wall. He caught me off guard when he pulled me onto him, his arm over my head as he began to direct me down the street.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I spat, trying to get his heavy bicep off of me but it was proven useless. I didn't stop struggling.

"You're pretty famous to the authorities, have to keep you hidden." He explained.

"Yeah," I snorted. "Because being seen with you is so going to help."

"Oh my god just shut up will you? I'm trying to help." He snapped.

"I don't need your fucking help!" I exploded, shoving him roughly and nearly knocked him off his feet. "I don't need anyone's help!"

He staggered and stared at me wide eyed. "Everyone needs help at some point.."

"I fucking don't," I snarled, taking a step towards him. He took one back.

"Everyone does." He repeats.

My breathing has gone rigid than before, the thought of asking for help from him makes me want to regurgitate all I've eaten in that fucking restaurant. Especially him. I have gotten pretty far in my life without anyone's help. Adrian doesn't count because we work together. We're a team. He's got my back and I've got his, that's just how it works around here.

"Not me," my voice was just above a whisper. He didn't say anything, completely taken back. I took the opportunity and walked away. I knew he'd follow but I honestly didn't care. Granted, let him follow me into West Side territory.

He'll regret it for sure.

"Where are we going?" He asked softly once we passed the mechanic shop where Sage works at. He's probably not in since it's Saturday, run day. Tomlinson didn't say anything else after I ignored him but he didn't act at all surprised when I didn't.

"Could you at least slow down a bit?" His accent was soft yet pleading. "The paps aren't following us anymore."

I slowed down to his request but not by much. He gave up and ended up jogging to meet me. He kept a grateful distance as I zoned into my surroundings. Run day isn't usually this quite and abandoned unless it's later than I think it is. Rumble doesn't happen until at least late evening. Fucking clouds can't let you know where the damn sun is. I take back what I said this morning.