The Nerd | Completed

Chapter Nine

I pulled my hood down in an attempt to hide my face. I wanted nothing more than to go back to the safety of my room. I grabbed my bag and headed towards my locker to be met with none other than Mr. Badboy himself.

"How are you?" Zayn decides to ask the the worst question with a very obvious answer.

I pulled my hood down and looked at him straight in his eyes, just he could get a good look at how I have been holding up.

He looked at me for a few minutes without speaking. Then he took a step forward.

He opened his arms and engulfed me in a hug. I was shocked for a few reasons, one, he was Mr. Badboy hugging the Nerd. Two, he was hugging me and I haven't been hugged since the night of my dad's death. Three, I wasn't used to being hugged so when he hugged me I tried to hide for a minute before I got used to it.

I stood there trying not to cry, but after all that happened yesterday, I should be able to cry without being ashamed. But no, we were in school and in a hallway with too many people.

I hugged him back as he pulled away I had already started to miss the warmth from him. I tried to hide my sad eyes but it was no use.

He put his hand underneath my chin and tilted my head back so I was looking into his brown eyes. I felt my stomach do flips and tried to push that feeling away. 

"Don't cry please, your eyes look so sad and tired, why don't we ditch school today?" 

I hated to miss school but I wasn't feeling very well anyway, so why the heck not?

"Okay," I whispered quietly. 

"Let's go Sam," and he walked me to his expansive looking car. 

He held open the door for me so I got in quietly before buckling the seat belt.

He went around the car and hopped into the driver's side before driving me to my house. My mother should be out at work but I really didn't care that much. 

The drive was silent, not like one of those awkward silences, but a silence that was peaceful. I leaned my hand against the door and put head into it. 

I felt his gaze on me, I closed my eyes and stayed silent.

We pulled up to my small home and he got out before going to my side and opening the door. I got out and thanked him for driving me, but he insisted that he stay and make sure I didn't do anything stupid.

I laughed a little but it was more of a forced laugh. I rolled my eyes and walked into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. I fell on the bed and wrapped myself up in my covers. I was so tired that I fell asleep quickly.

I had nightmares from my past instead of peaceful dreams that we were supposed to dream about. I was reminded of the night my father died, everyone was emotional but I had been hurt so many times I had sat there feeling numb. Everyone thought I was in a state of shock but that was far from the truth, I was just numb. 

I was shaken awake and looked up into big brown eyes tat I would know anywhere. 

"Sam! Sam oh my gosh, you're okay. You had me worried. What was the dream about?" He was asking too many questioned that I had started to feel overwhelmed.

I wiped my eyes, and noticed that I was crying. I hadn't had a nightmare as bad as that one since last week. I knew something would trigger the nightmares again but I didn't know what it was.

I was shaking still as I answered him. "I don't want to talk about it, please Zayn." I pleaded to him, I didn't want to talk about my past.

Not yet, and hopefully not ever...