Catching My Queen

||DRUNK MORNING||

"Your words are like a bullet piercing through my heart" ~Farwa

Zara POV

"I am exhausted, man." I slumped over my seat and banged my head hard on the desk. I looked at the battered desk and giggled loudly. I am pretty certain that my cute forehead will be bruising in the next five minutes. I looked in front and observe students giving me weird looks, but I ignored them. They are just jealous. I mumbled incoherently to myself.

Last night, when Ryan walked out on me had triggered some emotions in me that I have been hiding away. I had another episode of a panic attack. I tried to call him, but he was long gone. After crying and a lot of trouble breathing I came back to my normal self. I was so miserable and depressed. My mind was a mess. Everything was making me feel like a pathetic person. I didn't regret running away until last night when he accused me of Scarlett's death.

His cruel words were still ringing in my grizzled head and to get them away from me, I had started drinking at four in the morning. 'I wish you were the one who had died that day.' His words lingered in the back of my mind.

After several bottles of Jack Daniels, I was still not able to ignore his words. I could inevitably feel that line dancing in front of my terrible sight. By then everything had gone blurry so I supported myself and went into the bathroom.

My reflection was mocking at me making me laugh at how insane I sound. With a little giggle, I had picked up the blade and started to injure myself while laughing desperately. My hands were shaking, so it made me miss my arm many times but still, I was successful to cut myself twice.

Just imagine the one person who you love spits in your face that he wishes that you were gone. How would you feel? Pathetic right?

But did I just say I love Ryan? I was surly drunk because I hate his guts.

So with a lot of desperate pleas from Aliyah and slurring my words, I had successfully made it to the classroom. I wished I could have just stayed at home, but I didn't want to encounter any of my relatives that are big bastards and whom I hate with a passion.

"For once, can you act mature?" I turned around and saw Ryan leaning on his desk. He was shooting daggers at me, but I rolled my eyes. The whole night I had told myself I do not care about this dickhead. No, I loathe him so much. I don't like his hot body or his handsome face. I am drunk.

I narrowed my eyes at him and pouted. Why the hell is Ryan so hot? I so want to jump on his bones but always acts like a dick. So, I guess no jumping on his bone but his di-

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He vehemently hissed making me flinch slightly. Did I say that out loud? Oh my god, I am so embarrassed now. Why the hell would I talk about his dick like this? I don't want to jump on his anything.

"Are you drunk Zara?" He glared me and I scoff.

No, I am not drunk. I scrunched my eyebrows. I place my hands over his and flashed him a toothy grin. His nostrils flared in anger and he snatched away his hand. I pouted and looked at him with a mock glare. I am just tipsy, that is all. I declared loudly earning the attention of many students. They all looked at me like I have grown two heads. I said that out loud again.

"Are you fucking with me, Zara?" Seriously, drinking early in the morning? Do you have any idea how much trouble you can get into?" He gripped my arm and dug his nails painfully. I tried moving away from him, but his grip was like iron. Why does he always dig his nails in my fuckin flesh? I want to give him silent treatment because he deserves it.

Students started to whisper around us and Ryan took a notice of it. If principals get a hint of this, I will be expelled. Ryan stood up abruptly and grabbed my arm and clutched it tightly. He started dragging me walking out of the classroom. I started struggling in his hold and start screaming.

"Leave me alone you baboon," I exclaimed but he didn't budge. He thrust me into a dark, empty room and locked the doors. My eyes widen and I looked around to found myself in the common room.

I sighed in relief and shrugged my shoulders. I walked towards the table and sat on it. I looked at him and then around the room. I wasn't like a proper drunk, so I did know what was happening around me. I was just a little tipsy. I saw Ryan talking to someone on his phone.

Well because Aliyah had given you lemon juice and caffeine before coming to college, my subconscious reminded me and I nodded my head at her. But wait is my subconscious a she? Or him? Or should I call it an 'it'? This is so confusing.

"I want to go home," I shouted on top of my lungs. My shrill voice cutting through the quiet environment. He flinched slightly and turned around to glare at me.

Why is he always glaring at me? Is he having some kind of glaring disorder? Maybe his eyeballs are tennis balls?

"Do you ever shut up?" He inquired me feeling annoyed making me grin widely. I love annoying him. It's like my other job, like a hobby that I adore.

"I love it when you get annoyed," I whispered and he growled in anger. He stalked towards me and gripped my chin in his hand. His other hand came around my waist and he pushed me towards him.

"Listen to me Zara, just leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you and neither do you. So, why don't you do me a favour and leave me the fuck alone?" I looked at him blankly. Why is he asking me to leave him alone?

"Are you tired?" I interrogated him and he blinked. He titled his head and looked at me with confusion. "Nope, Why?

"Because you have been running all over my dreams." I betted my eyelashes and winked at him. His jaw clenched and he looked away. I gave him my million-dollar smile and laughed shrilly.

"I am still single; in case you were wondering." I flirted. His cheeks started to tint pink in colour. A burst of laughter bubbled in me and I didn't hold it back. He had an odd expression on his face making me laugh even harder.

Shut up, Zara.

"Looking at you, makes me think that heaven is real." I stood on the floor and walked towards him. He took a step back while I took steps towards him. He was scared of our proximity. I could feel it in his eyes which gave me an upper hand.

I wouldn't dare to pull this type of stunt when I am sober but right now I wasn't in my senses or was I? Deciding I should play a little bit more, I took a huge step towards him and his back met with the wall behind him.

I smirked at him and loop my hands around his neck. His whole body stiffened and his Adam apples bobbed up and down. "Looking at you, makes me think that heaven is real," I whispered in his ears making sure my lips slightly touch his ear. A sudden electric shock went through mine and while noticing Ryan state I was certain he felt the same.

"The best thing that happens to me is .... you."

He clenched his hands and nudges me away from him, but I stayed rooted firmly. "Stop Zara." He sneered.

"Let's just skip small talks and come straight to flirting."

"Za-"

"Today I tripped and fall in love with you."

"Shut up." His voice boomed which made me jump away from him. His nostrils were flaring while his eyes zeroed on me. The table had turned and I was the one who was terrified. Suddenly, I felt like I was sober again. I closed my eyes to get ready for the wrath that was about to unleash on me, but I felt nothing.

I opened my eyes and he was gone.