Addicted z.m

Chapter 4

"Shh." He hushed in my ear. "It'll only hurt a little..."

His lips landed right underneath my ear and made their way along my jaw and to the corner of my lips. "Or maybe a lot." He smashed his lips against my lips, crushing his body against my body.

His leather jacket dissolved in my hands, my nails digging into his bare back as my lips began to burn. The burning worsened as if I was kissing a burning log. The pain spread from my lips to my face, down my neck and throughout my whole body. It hurt worse in the places he touched me.

"Zayn." I panted. He moved his lips to the crook of my neck and it stung worse than touching a hot stove. Eventually it felt as if my whole body was on fire.

"Za-" I stopped myself from screaming again. I didn't need to have another conversation about "who this boy, Zayn, is?"

Dad didn't believe me when I told him it was just a character from some British TV show that I had gotten in to. I mean, I didn't blame him for not believeing me; why would someone be so worked up about some actor? It was the best lie I could come up with in that short amount of time.

I covered my mouth with my hands and waited to see if anyone had heard me.

Silence.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and went through my morning routine.

School, I dreaded to face. And of all the people I could've run into that morning, Niall had to be that one.

"Spencer, can we talk?" He immediately asked before I could turn away

"I don't know. Can we?" I dodged his question. "Oh look, words came out of our mouths! I guess we can!" I swerved past him but he followed me.

"Spencer-" He grabbed my arm.

"Don't touch me." I growled. He slowly loosened his grip then released me, letting me walk away without another word.

But I had forgotten we had biology together and there was no one else in that class that liked me enough to be partners. I had a feeling this wouldn't be the best day of my life.

When I walked into biology, Niall looked up at me from the table with hopeful eyes, but I searched for another place to sit. I practically had to hold my jaw from falling when I met the most noticeable eyes of my life at the moment.

He sat in the very far back of the classroom and I wondered if he'd always been there. I looked at Niall once more before making my way towards Zayn who stayed silent. I could tell his eyes were begging me not to come near him but I wasn't about to sit next to Niall begging me for forgiveness for 45 minutes.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, clenching his fists and jaw.

"Sitting at a lab table like I'm supposed to." I pulled out the chair next to his, but he unexpectedly pulled it back under. "Rude much?!" I snapped.

"Why don't you sit with your boyfriend?" He glared at me.

I folded my arms. "We're not really on speaking terms right now. What does it matter to you?"

He mumbled something to himself that I probably wasn't meant to hear.

"What was that?" I sassed.

He sighed, clearly annoyed. "Nothing." His voice was rough as he pulled the chair back out.

I smiled a sarcastic smile then sat next to him. I situated my stuff and looked up to see all eyes on me.

"I'm sorry, the last time I checked I wasn't a chalkboard. All the information you need is up there. So if you'd just tuuuurn that way, you'll find what you're looking for. Thank you." Each body slowly turned their heads except for Niall's, who let his staring at me linger for few seconds longer. I hadn't even realised Zayn was looking at me, almost as crazy as the others.