Scared
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Last published Wed, Jul 24, 2013
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.
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{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.
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