Chapter 15

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Glenn POV

It had been an hour. What are they doing? I was getting bored and frustrated. Isn't Harley just visiting the sick?

I'm their classmate too, I should be allowed to visit him as well. I'm going in.

I walked up to the door and knocked. A middle-aged woman opened the door. I assumed she is Zen's mother. "Hi, Mrs Charles. I'm Glenn, Harley's and Zen's classmate. I drove Harley here." I said while pointing at my car. She should have realised the bright red car outside her house for the past hour.

I continued, "May I visit your son too?"

She looked a bit uncomfortable but nodded to me. "Sure, you should have come in with Harley just now. They're in the room on the right on the 2nd floor."

I smiled and said my thanks to her before heading up. I tried not to make sounds so as to not startle them. I heard Harley's voice. She sounded like she's shouting at him. I leant in closer to the door to listen clearer. Only to hear Zen's confession.

My eyes widen in shock. I knew he liked her, but it sounded more like an obsession from the way he said it.

I walked back to my car, not wanting to know more. I sat in the driver's seat for the next half an hour, with my thoughts all occupied with what Harley might reply him. I'm not confident enough to say she will reject his confession. They knew each other longer than I knew her. I could not take it any longer, I drove off without thinking of bringing her back home.

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Back to Harley POV

I froze in my position. There was no use moving when his grip was strong around my waist. I don't know how to react or reply him. I just kept quiet in disbelieve.

"I did not cut myself. I was testing your reaction. Testing to see if you will feel any pain for this friend of yours.

When I knew you went out with Glenn, I could not take it. I love you since the first time I saw you. The reason for me to be a joker in school was just to gain your attention. I build my body for you. I study hard for you so I would be able to answer every question you ask me. I do everything for you and with just a confession from Glenn, you're leaving me.

It felt like your bare hands ripping me apart. Tearing the flesh open, crushing my heart. I cried the hardest in my life for the past two days. I was still crying when you came but seeing you just makes me better, or a bit I should say."

He dragged me closer to him. "Zen-"

"Harley, do you know how much I love you? Do you understand the feeling of worrying that one day the one you love will be leaving you? Do you know I had to fight the urge to confess to you every day, fearing that you might avoid me afterwards?"

"Zen-"

"Do you know there are so many guys aiming for you? That I have to give them the warning look before you lift your head to look at them? I had to make sure no one looks at you dirty, or harm you. I can do anything for you as long as no one can get you away from me."

"Zen! I-"

He forcefully turned my body and placed his lips on mine. I was suffocated by how close we were. I tried pulling him away but his arms held me in place. His kiss was forceful with possession, so hungry for a reaction. But I can't reciprocate. He stopped when he realised I wasn't kissing him back. He went to open the curtains.

I was blinded by the sudden entrance of sunlight. Zen walked back towards me. I can see his face clearly. His eyes were slightly swollen and red. Sorrow and pain reflected from them. His hair was messy but he is still as good looking.

"Zen, please let me t-". This time, I was shut off by the palm of his hand.

"I don't want to get any answer from you. I just want to confess to you so I can feel better and treat you like how you're supposed to be treated. I no longer want to befriend you. I will start to woo you." With that sentence, he moulded my body into his, pulling me by the waist. He looked straight at me.

A pool of tears formed at both corners of my eyes. I'm at loss of what to do. There was confusion in my heart and mind. Is Zen still who he was? Why do I have a sunken heart feeling when he confessed?

His head slowly came forward, this time kissing me gently. I was still tearing but I gave in and kissed back.

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