My Bro's Hot Friend

Chapter XIII

Do you know that vine about that guy who doesn't want any off topic-questions, and says "You have been stopped" to anything he doesn't want to answer?

Well, my conversation with Zack was kind of the same, except it wasn't that I didn't want to answer questions. It was that I didn't want to hear his explanations.

So, every time he tried talking to me during detention, I'd cut him off. And, even if I didn't, the teacher would send a stern look his way and shut him up quickly.

I wrote my sentences as fast as I could. Even though I hated myself for it, my heart was pounding really fast with Zack just beside me like that. And the sad part was that I wanted to kiss him. So bad... 

I wanted to kiss a guy that worked for Aaron Diaz. A "well-known" assassin.

I thought I was being clever when I left the classroom early.

Again, I was wrong. Oh boy, do I love being wrong.

No one was walking the hallways like what usually happened during school hours. It was already dark outside and even the cleaning ladies had called it a day and went home.

I walked out the school and, as soon as I did, I saw a quick shadow from the corner of my eye. I turned immediately towards it, but I saw nothing.

I must be tired. Or so I thought. My mind was playing tricks on me. Right? It was the only explanation. 

Then, why was I so filled with unease?

No sooner had I returned walking away from that torture place which people referred to as "school", when I was pinned to the floor. I felt cold against my throat. 

I looked down on it and it glowed. What glowed, you may ask? 

A knife. 

That's right.

Someone was on top of me. His eyes were grey.  Dark grey. And his lips and jaw were covered by a black bandana. 

"Zack Reed!"

"I'm not Zack!" that was all that came to mind. And, I wasn't lying. But, for some reason, I was afraid I was lying to him.

Those cold grey eyes sent shivers down my spine, making me tremble all over.

"Where is he?" his voice was deep and even colder and darker than his eyes. Somehow, those eyes seemed familiar. Oh, so familiar... Where had I seen them?

"Allison!" Zack was here, and, for the first time in weeks, I thanked God for it.

Who is this lunatic and why the fuck is he asking for me? Was all I wanted to scream.

What I also wanted was to tell you how I kicked him in the balls and karaté chopped his knife out of his hand.

But, what really happened was this:

"WHAT THE FUUUUU..." the guy covered my mouth with his hand and pressed the knife against my neck.

"Leave her alone. This is between you and me, Diaz!"

Fuck. Diaz? What. The. Actual. Fuck. FUCK.

"Oh, but it is between this princess as well, isn't it?"

I chocked on my own saliva.

"Let me go..." I moaned "Please... I..."

"Shut it girl!" he slapped my face and got up.

Again. I wanted to tell you how strong I was. That I tornado 360'd his head on the spot and somehow discovered some wonderful Taekwondo skills that were hidden in me. That I found out I could shapeshift into a lion and kill whoever threatened me or those I was close to. 

Instead, I got up, quickly but instead of actually doing something, I was left completely paralysed. The tears streaming down my face made everything foggy and my anxiety decided to kick in, leaving me breathless. I started to see everything darken around me, and was aware of nothing but my own breathing and heartbeat. My inhales becoming more shallow as I ignored the extreme fight scene happening around me. How could I focus on their violent fight when my anxious mind was waging a war on my body?

I don't know how long was I in this state of mind. However, when I got to my senses, there was a knocked out body on the floor. And, over it, a dark long figure. A victorious one. 

I could tell him apart from any others. Besides having his blond hair stick out like a lighthouse,  I could distinguish that cocky posture from any other.

"Is that... Is that... That..."

"Aaron Diaz," he whispered, "The assassin. We have to get out of here before he wakes up..."

"Why was he looking for you? Zack! Are you really working for him?"

"He... He offered me a home," his voice sounded muffled, "Money... And helped me through school. Helped me move out of my home...My mother wasn't the best kind there is... And... He helped me a lot... I mean, he threaten to kill me if I didn't do what he asked me to... But... He did help me..."

"So it's true. You are a killer!"

"I never killed anyone, Ali. Please. You have to believe me," I don't think I had ever seen Zack Reed this serious. Ever. I almost believed him.

"Zack, how can I believe you if you lied about all of this?"

"I'm trying to get out, Princess. That's why he's after me. I've been trying to go off the hook for a while now! He's been training me all these years, to be like him. To be a killer. If I run away before I ever get to give him a profit..."
"You mean by killing people?"

"It's a lucrative business..."

"Yeah, I don't doubt it..."
"But I don't want it. I truly don't. I never did. I just trained with Diaz out of survival. Pure survival. And now, that I want out, he's after me. And he's ravenous for my blood ever since I've said it to him..."

"Just report him to the cops..."

He laughed out loud.

"Allison, you're talking as if Aaron Diaz doesn't control the police and every service in this town."

"Then, what are you going to do?"

"Running away."

"What?"

"I'd like you to come with me. We'll start over. In a new place. You and me," he then looked me in the eyes"I love you, Princess..."

Another shiver went down my spine.

"I love you too,"

"Then, come with me, Allison! Please?"