Psychotica

Chapter 5

Aaliyah's POV

Finally, we're almost done with at least, half of this dumb project. Louis stares at me like always, making me feel uncomfortable every second that I'm here.

He concludes that we are done for the day and I agree, grabbing my bag, and shoving my books in it. As soon as I put on my jacket and head for the door, Harry comes rushing in.

"Where the hell is your prick of a boyfriend?" He demands for my answer. "First of all, why do you even care? Second, he's not my boyfriend anymore. And last, he's suppose to be in jail. I bailed him out but the officer told me that they wouldn't let him out until tomorrow morning."

"Well your smart ass let out a damn psycho. He was let out three hours ago and they 'claim' that he left the damn country!"

"What?" Zayn and I ask in unison. Suddenly, I feel uneasy and nauseous, like if someone is watching me. I didn't seem to have that feeling before so that might be because of the information that I've just heard.

"I've got to get home," I rush. "You're not going home alone, I'll drive you," Harry suggests. "It's fine. He wouldn't hurt m-," I stop when I see everyone switch from looking at me, to my arm. "Ok. Point taken, I guess," I roll my eyes.

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Harry's POV

Aaliyah and I sit in silence as I drive her to her destination. She stares out the window in pure confusion.

I wish I could read her mind. That would make my life much easier. I would be able to make her feel better when ever she needs it. We reach her house within minutes. "Thanks, but you know," she pauses, still looking out the window.

"I couldn't help but notice that you knew where my house was without needing me to give you any directions."

Shit! By now I'm convinced that I'm never gonna get a break. The first thing my mind can think of is, "When Zayn told me the story of what happened, he told me that you lived a couple blocks away. He also described what the outside of your house looks like so I took a lucky guess. Why?"

She stares at me for God knows how long, testing me.  She mumbles at me to forget it and climbs out of the car.

The second I'm without her, I'm lonely and I don't want to go home to those annoying boys. Weighing my options of what to do, I decide to call her name once again before she goes inside. She looks at me and walks back up to the car window. "I know I haven't been the nicest guy to you, so I want to show you that I can be nice, and that I can have fun."

"Why do you think I want to go anywhere with someone that hates me and what about Derek?" She asks.

My heart pangs in my chest when I hear her say what she thinks I think of her. "I don't hate you. I just don't know how to control my emotions and I could deal with that scrawny prick of an ex, any day."

She takes a while to figure out what she wants to do. When she doesn't answer, I give her options, "Okay here me out. I'll take you out somewhere, and if you do like it then, you have to agree to at least try to build our friendship."

"And if I don't like it?" She asks. "Well, you can say sayonara, and we'll never have to speak to each other again."

My first option was terrible. I'm suppose to be staying away from her but yet, I keep finding myself getting into deeper situations, making life worst for myself. Well, it's too late to back out now. "Deal," she smiles. "Where are we going though?" "Um, I don't know. How about ice skating?" I suggest. "Sure, let me just change first," she agrees. I watch her run into her house to change. I sigh and roll my seat back closing my eyes to think.