Heaven or Hell?

Chapter Eight:

Drama is now over and instead of confronting Becky, I completely ignored her and Leo and began walking home. With the spawn of the devil hot on my trail.

"Slow down would you" Jack says as he has trouble keeping up with my pace.

"Get lost would you" I answer, I really had hoped he wouldn't stay with me this weekend, but Ms Coles had sneakily got our phones tracked so she would know where the rebellious kids such as Jack would be. If that doesn't scream extreme measures, then I have no clue what does.

"So, wanna explain to me why your best friend is plotting a musical about your life?" He asks, now walking backwards so that he faces me. Which by the way he is freakishly good at. How can someone do that without falling backwards?

"Who says its about my life?" I ask trying to sound innocent.

"There's no point playing dumb Zoey, I know everything there is to possibly know about you!" He states rather proudly. Stalker.

"Is that so? Okay then what's my middle name?" I ask in order to trick him.

"Louise" he instantly answers with a smirk forming on his face. Bet it was just a lucky guess.

"Favourite colour?" I question with a raised eyebrow.

"Green, but not just any green. Emerald green, the same colour as Leo's eyes" he answers almost automatically. Crap, I must admit that was a pretty good answer not to mention is was correct.

"Favourite singer?" I ask, surely he must get this wrong.

"You don't have one. You have favourite songs which by the way at this moment in time is run by Leona Lewis, but you don't have a favourite singer - You like all kinds" he smartly answers, making me stop dead in my tracks. How the hell does he know this stuff?!

"Surprised?" He cockily questions.

Yeah, I am surprised. How the hell does he know this? I have never told him anything about me.

"Surprise doesn't he even cover how I feel" I answer looking at him as if he is some weird stalker. "How could you possibly know all of that?" I ask him, proceeding on walking to my apartment which is only three metres away.

"I have people watching you" he answers as if it is the most casual thing in the world. Well that explains the sensation that I keep feeling as if somebody was watching me. That's because there was.

"Okay that's not at all weird, anyway this here is my home. Your bedroom is just upstairs to the left and feel free to make yourself at home" I say as I shut the front door behind us.

"Thanks, so what do you want for tea? Shall we order a pizza?" He suggests as it is now five o'clock.

"I'm in the mood for Chinese" I confess, to which he absently minded nods his head and begins ordering some food for us both.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask as I sit myself down on the sofa and pause Jeremy Kyle. Maybe I should go on that show, after all my life is pretty messed up.

"Sure, what is it?" He asks with his voice sounding genuinely concerned.

"Why do you hate me? I mean what have I done to you besides stick up for myself and others?" I ask him wanting an immediate answer. But what I notice about his facial features is that they immediately soften.

"I don't hate you. If anything I respect you, your the only girl I know who has enough courage to stand up to me as well as not fall in love with me" he says, causing me to chuckle at the last part.

"So why did you say to me to watch my back?" I ask remembering the other day when he picked on Becky.

"Because I will always be watching it, there are people out there Zoey that are after you. People who don't even realise what you have been through!" He states, looking at me with the most serious eyes. And it's there I notice how blue his eyes are. They're almost as blue as the ocean, yet when he talks to me like he is now they grow darker.

"So what are you saying exactly?" I ask beginning to feel agitated.

"I'm saying Zoey, that Leo didn't come back because he had too. He came back because me and him are protecting you from something" he answers. Protect me from what? A murderer? A secret crush? What is after me? Or who?

"From what exactly?" I manage to choke out, but this time Jack walks slowly over to me until he is hovering over me with our mouths only inches apart. Is it me or has it suddenly got hot in here?

"Those closest to you" is all he says before he walks away to answer the door to the Chinese delivery man. Those closest to me. Why do I need to be protected from them?!