Addicted z.m

Chapter 2

He didn't say a word.

He just stared at me.

Suddenly, the lights went off and I couldnt see a thing; except for his eyes. They weren't glowling but they were the only things visible.

Without warning, I couldn't breathe. I was choking. I reached for my neck, trying all I could to get some air to my lungs, but I failed.

His eyes were dark and menacing, like he was enjoying every bit of pain he brought to me.

"Zayn..." I tried to choke out. "Z-Za-" but it was too late.

"ZAYN!" I screamed, panting heavily and taking in my surroundings. I was in my room, safe and sound. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them tightly.

07:34

"Spencer?!" Dad burst through the door in his uniform, worry spread across his face. "Are you alright? I heard you scream."

I was still in shock from my dream, I stumbled for words to say. "Y-Yeah... I'm o-okay..." I tried to convince both him and myself. "I-I'm just gonna go get ready f-for school."

He nodded as I climbed off my unmade bed and walked into the restroom. I let loose the breath I had been holding in as I looked at my fragile state in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my pupils dilated.

I've only known this boy for one day, he had never even spoken a word to me, and I was so hooked on him. It's barely been 24 hours and I've had 6 dreams about him in one night.

I was stressing over nothing. People have dreams about new people they meet all the time, especially if they've made a lasting impression on you. But they normally have one and get over it.

And they're most likely not that vivid.

Ugh! They were just dreams. I shook off the shudders the dreams gave me and washed my face.

By the time I got to school, the dreams were pushed in the very far corners of my mind. Niall helped with that, talking about the get together that night and being extremely friendly.

But no amount of affection could stop the flipping of my stomach as 3rd period got closer and closer. I took my time going to art but it didnt change the fact that I had to sit right next to him in 3.7 seconds.

It's not a big deal. I told myself. He doesn't even speak so it'll be like he doesn't exist. Just like the rest of the world sees him.

But I didn't want it to be that way. I wanted him to exist in my world, even if he would never say a word to me.

The bell rang and we were to finish our projects from the day before. He went back into focus mode and left the world. This time I didn't even hide the fact that I was watching him closely, the way he held the paintbrush, his hand molded perfectly for it.

"You have a strange tendency to stare." His lips were moving but I wasn't sure if I had honestly just heard him talk. He didn't even take his eyes off of his work.

I raised my eyebrows. "He speaks."

He pulled his lips back together, as if he could erase what he had just said, but he realised that it was too late. "You should finish your project."

"I'd really appreciate it if you looked at me while you spoke, so I know you're not conversing with your canvas." I cocked my head to the left, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

"We're not conversing." His jaw clenched.

"You're not from here, are you?" I asked. "Your accent doesn't sound like the others."