Scared

Scared

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Scared: to fill, especially suddenly, with fear or terror; frighten; alarm. Everyone called him the freaky, mysterious, and disturbed kid. And I saw him every day at school. His name is Zayn Malik. It was senior year- I was 18 at the time. I was supposed to be worried about which school clubs I wanted to join or which guys are the hottest and find out if he likes me back. But I was stuck worrying about my little ‘stalker’ problems. I walked through the halls to put my books away and headed my way towards lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. I involuntarily turned in his direction- it was a bad habit I had to break. Soon. He smiled at me. The kind of smile that sends shivers down your spine. And not the good kind you get when kissing a guy you like. More like when watching a horror film- which I happen to love horror. Zayn always gave me that smile, keeping me on edge. That smile that told me he knows something I don’t and it scares me. I diverted my gaze and continued to the cafeteria to meet Daphne, my one friend. She’s the only one who knows what I’ve gone through with Zayn Malik. This is Aubrey, and this is her story.
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I’m not really the type of girl to have dreams when I sleep. Or maybe I do, and I just end up forgetting them in the morning. But I can’t find any explanation on why these past few weeks, I am aware of all the happening in my dreams. It felt real, it looked real. I was talking to someone. A boy, to be exact. He is about my age, tall, athletic- looking, mesmerizing eyes and, shall I say, really really hot.the weird thing is, I only get these dreams at night. I know because I tried sleeping in the afternoon just to see if he is there, but all I got was a bad dream I’d rather not talk about because it humiliates me too much. It is hard not to fall for the guy. I mean, he is probably one of the hottest guys I’ve ever laid my eyes on. His brown eyes would make me want to melt when I look right through them and his voice was that of angels singing. He was actually quite funny and intelligent. As stupid as it might sound, I think I’m falling for the, literally, man of my dreams. Oh, wait. Did I mention that this guy we’re talking about, this guy of my dreams, is Zayn Malik?

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