Don't Hide From Me, Please? |✔

Chapter 3| It's Just Lingerie

The question is, do I regret taking two pills? Yes, I do because I can’t stop talking and laughing and giggling at every dumb joke Zayn Peterson says. Usually when I am in a car I keep silent and stare out the window. Instead of doing my route I sat there in Zayn’s leather seat talking about the air. I talked about why on earth would they use the word air? And I helped him imagine how it would be weird if it was a different word like soil or balloon. At some points, I was talking so fast that even I didn’t know what I was talking about. That’s simply crazy.

Zayn Peterson pulls up to a frozen yogurt place. A smile stretches across my face. I quickly jump out of the car. “Oh, Zayn this is exactly what I need!” I scream running around the car. I jump on his back. “Come on, move faster midget!” I holler as Zayn holds onto me. We walk into the store and I jump off him. He turns around looking down at me.

A smile is still planted on my face. He crouches to my height. “Says the one talking.” He smiles widely. His goofy smile shows to the light. I smile even more as I punch him in the arm. He pretends it hurts. We walk up to the frozen yogurt. My mouth waters at the beauty of all the flavors. I grab a lime green cup and I dash over to the vanilla, I push the handle and I watch the white cream run into my cup. I rush to the gummy bears and rainbow sprinkles, and gummy lifesavers! I douse my frozen yogurt in those delicious gummies.

Zayn grabs my arm. Excitement lights my face up and Zayn smiles slightly. “You do know that they charge you with how much it weighs, right?” He asks amusement glossing over his gorgeous face. I look down at my yogurt and back at him. “Do you think this weighs a lot?” I ask with slight laugh. Zayn laughs ruffling my hair up. I groan pushing his hand away.

Together we walk up to the cashier. I smile brightly laying my cup on the scale, Zayn does the same. The order comes to $6.95. My eyes widen but I end up laughing loudly. Mine alone was around five dollars. I pull out my wallet to pay but Zayn glares at me. “You’re not paying. I am, it’s my treat.” He says paying for the frozen yogurt. I slump shoulders taking the yogurt. We walk outside to the fresh air.

Zayn Peterson checks out my outfit. “Sweatpants in August?” He questions. I begin to devour my vanilla yogurt.  “Okay, so I like LOVE vanilla ice cream! It’s my favorite and the only type of ice cream I will eat. Chocolate is the worst thing man could ever make. Is that what you got? Ew, that’s gross. Okay, okay, sweatpants. I adore sweatpants. They are the most useful clothing ever made. They’re great for periods and literally everything.” I beam wildly.

He holds his hand in front of my face. “Shut up! Stop! I don’t need to know that.” He says trying to erase thought from his memories. I laugh freely. “Hey, you asked.”  I defend myself. “Damn you need to take two pills more often.” He laughs jokingly. I smile. “Here, try a bite.” Zayn Peterson offers. I smile reaching for the spoon. I take a bite and I see Zayn’s face switch from happiness to anger. I slowly retract. “What’s wrong?” I ask with a concerned smile.

He was happy not even five seconds ago, why is he so upset? “Zayn?” I step backward hesitation running through my body. I have the sudden urge to run and hide away from my problems like I’ve done hundred times. Zayn roughly takes my wrist into his hand. My body stiffens and I feel how cold his attitude is at this moment.

I know what he saw! I-I should’ve wore a long sleeve shirt or a jacket or a hoodie. Anything to cover up my scars. Anger heats up around him. I put a wall up in my mind and body. This is going to suck. I don’t if I can explain to him. I’ve only had to do that twice, I cried both times and today I don’t want to cry.

I could run. Run! Run and hide away from him. Do it for you not for your scars or your tears. I gulp nervously. The blood in my body rush to a high temperature and my heart beat echoes through my frozen body. He sighted the worst thing imaginable to me. My first move must be perfect. I should jerk away and show shame. I swallow my panic feeling.