Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO | Sebastion & Savannah
"THE RED ZONE? BUT that's where all the bad business occurs. I googled it once and it showed searches regarding prostitution, drug dealers, illegal weaponry, turning your black currency to white and-" he stopped once he felt my unnerving gaze on him. His soft hair fell in waves as he turned away from me, a crooked smile on his face. His icy blue irises were fixated on his converse and beneath his glasses, I spotted a constellation of freckles which were still visible under the painful shiner and those purple bruises.
Placing a hand on the gun tucked into my belt, I quickened my pace.
"We're going to walk to the red zone?" He asked incredulously, inhaling large intake of air at abnormal intervals. "I'm not fit, Savannah."
I gritted my teeth without sparing him a glance. "We're meeting Anton. He'll guide us to the right one."
Sebastion never said anything after that. Turning my head to see him, I saw a tiny frown decorating his face. His eyes were still casted downwards, although they glimmered with annoyance. Something had bothered him but I could care less about what he thought or felt. Men like him only pretend to be innocent but they are all same underneath their clever little covers. Horny and manipulative.
A cold breeze begin to blow, the moment we stepped onto the paved roads of the Main Square- a place with departmental stores and shopping centres opened 24/7. In between those lively places, lay put dark alleys. All of them connected to form a tiny network of streets leading to a small clearing in the middle of the town. People here called it the Inner City; the city which wasn't included in the town's planned blue prints.
We liked to call it the Red Zone. It was where I had spent most of my life. Alone and unguarded.
I had to keep my senses alert because I had a certain some one with me who couldn't save himself even from a bunch of houseflys. Gritting my teeth, I tightened my jacket on me because the cold was getting to me. I was only wearing this grey tank top underneath my leather and the same old dark jeans.
The little fucker was wearing denim over his hoodie. Smart.
I was about the cross the road when I noticed Sebastion muttering something to himself in my peripheral view. He gently opened his eyes and I was met with his piercing cobalt blue eyes that spoke of so much innocence, it disgusted me.
He was the first one to look away.
The cars flashed past us, giving us only a moment to step off the pavement and entering the crossing in the middle of the road. Sebastion, on the other hand, was trembling from head to foot. He looked so out of his comfort zone.
