Opposites [Book 1]

Chapter 45

I took my school bag, placing my knife and gun in there as I searched for the French stuff.

Even though I never talked with anyone, I liked French. Yes, Evans is a weenie and a fucking nerd.

Done with laughing? Good.

I sighed and closed the bag, making my wag down the hatch by climbing it.

I heard some yelling.

Steve and Zahir, once again.

"She had a fucking phone!" Steve yelled as I heard a clap, he might have hit Zahir.

"Man I'm sorry, she hid it in her bra!" I heard Zahir, so I rushed into the room.

He was clumsy sometimes, he forgot the basics and got us all in trouble.

But still, I did not regret to make him my aide.

I saved his life and I'm proud of that.

"THEN FUCKING CHECK ON HER!" Steve yelled in anger.

I knew if he wasn't my aide, Steve would have killed him long time ago.

"I'm not going to grip into her bra he'll fucking kill me!" Zahir screamed.

"Sup?" I asked entering the room, not showing my concern.

Zahir's Point Of View

"Michel, set it on fire." Steve said.

I couldn't believe what he said as my body went all numb and my breathing became harder.

"What?" I said in an extremely high-pitched voice.

"I said: Set the damn dustbin on fire." He said, crossing his arms.

I heard a shriek inside, followed by a sob.

"Please don't." She cried as she tried to open the dustbin, but Steve slammed it closed, making her shriek again.

"Michel, now." He said impatiently.

"Why don't we stick... to the plan?" I said, because I knew Hayden would find a way to get her out, he always did.

He had to.

"Why? Smart ass." He said, putting his hand firmly on the lid of the dustbin, so she had no chance to escape.

"I don't have the tools." I stuttered, of course I had a lighter, I was a smoker.

"You're fucking useless." Steve said and opened it, making me glance into it.

She was crawled up against the corner and cried into her knees.

He smirked evilly and climbed the huge dustbin easily.

I heard whispering, then shuffling, a laugh, followed by a scream and then silence.

I had my eyes closed all the time, because I didn't want to see what he would do to her.

I knew, it was only half of what Hayden would do to me later.

As I opened my eyes again I saw, that he was holding her in his grip and jumped out of the dustbin.

"Here." He said and threw her body carelessly in my direction as I tried my best not to let her fall.

"Make sure no one sees you, I'll get the car." He demanded and walked away, kicking a beer can.

I heard him mumble:

"How does Evans manage to work with that loser?"

The moment he was out of sigh, I lay her down on the pavement and felt her pulse. It was still beating, which made me come to the conclusion that he had used chloroform.

I picked her up again, mustering her face. She had brown hair, plump lips and a round nose, which made her look like a puppy.

My eyes travelled down her body, as I watched her curves. She was curvy, yes, but she was maybe a bit overweight.

That was strange, because she didn't look like Evans' type at all. She was so different, he usually would hook up with blond, thin sluts, who rape their face with make-up, but this one, she didn't even wear make-up.

Hayden was different than I thought he was, I thought he never gave a shit about anyone, but he cared about her, about an average girl.

To me, she wasn't special looking at all, she was just normal. She wore shorts and a superman shirt. I knew she was nice and caring, I had seen her in class, for example when someone had a presentation and needed to open a discussion, she would always help and talk.

For someone with her size, not that I was saying she was fat, I just thought she was really confident.

That was probably what Hayden liked about her.

Secretly did I wish to know, what he was thinking about her, the girl I would take away from him.

But I know it had to be high since he protected her and he'd kill for her.

He'd kill me.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, guilt washing over me as I stroked a wisp of hair out of her face.