Insanity Bites |z.m| |h.s|

Chapter 33: Tempted To Touch

I surprised myself by following my father and his "lady friend" without a moments hesitation. I didn't know what was going through my head and why I was doing what I was doing. It was practically confirmed by his demeanor that he was cheating on my mother but somehow deep down I wasn't satisfied. It just wasn't enough.

There was still that seed of doubt in my mind, that maybe just maybe they were just very close friends. It was extremely naive of me to think so but I did and that's why I was following them with Zayn in tow.

We exited the bar and I quickly ran to our car before my father spotted us. For the first time Zayn moved so agonizingly slow. You'd think as a vampire he would be a little faster but no. Instead he sauntered behind me like we had all the time in the world. 

I turned around and glared at him, gesturing for him to pick up the pace and at that precise moment my dad stopped walking. He turned around and looked in our direction and my heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest.

Thankfully Zayn reached me just in time. He stood facing me, with his back towards my father blocking his view of us. I sighed in relief but he didn't just stop there. Instead he leaned in and placed his hands on either side of me.

I gulped and took a step back as I felt my behind hit the car door. 

"Zayn, what are you....?" I trailed off as his face came closer and closer, until our lips were almost touching.

My whole body felt hot and I could feel the blood rush up to my cheeks as my heart beat at the speed of light against my rib cage. What the hell was happening to me?

I gulped as our noses touched and in that moment my mind had lost all its capability to think clearly. All my body wanted was to feel his lips against mine. I'd completely forgotten where we were and what we were supposed to be doing.

Time stood still as my lips parted waiting to become one with him.

But I never felt those soft lips of his, instead he leaned back and smiled. I snapped back to reality when I realized my dad had gotten into his car and turned on the engine. 

So everything just now was just an act? To fool my father into thinking we were some couple making out in the car park. It was brilliant and it had obviously worked but now I felt so stupid. I actually thought he was going to kiss me. 

Why the hell did I want him to kiss me? I was supposed to hate his guts. "Focus Rosalie." I told myself mentally.

Zayn seemed pretty full of himself as we got in the car and he pulled out of the driveway. From the corner of my eye I could a smug smile plastered across his face. It was hard to ignore to be honest since he wore it so blatantly. I felt like slapping it off his face.

"What?" I snapped, not being able to take it anymore.

"Nothing," He replied and I noticed his smile grew bigger.

"I knew you were acting. I was acting too," I lied as I looked at him for his reaction.

"Well then I think you deserve an Oscar for that performance," He was smiling so widely now he looked like the Joker.

"I hate you," I grumbled and then he burst out laughing. I suddenly felt his hand reaching for mine and I quickly slapped it away. I then looked out of the window and ignored Zayn's chuckling.

We were now on the freeway again and my dad took a left turn that went down another dirt road. How on earth did he find these places?

We waited for while before going down that road as well. This road was surprisingly less vacant than the last one. We passed by several diners and restaurants before reaching an old looking motel with a huge LED sign that read "Hook Up". Really?