Chapter 8 Caught?
Amrah: Caught?
The ringing of the doorbell brought me back to my senses. I jolted away from Zayd with wide eyes.
Amrah, what the hell are you doing!
The doorbell sounded again and my heart leaped in fear.
“Could it be Chris?” I muttered, fear gripping me.
I didn't know if I should be grateful that Chris didn't go with the spare key the last time he was here, else he would have walked in on us kissing.
"Hide somewhere" I said to Zayd and went to get the door with my heart thumping.
"It can't be Chris " I heard Zayd say, he was coming after me rather confidently.
"Don't come here, stay in the room or somewhere you won't be seen" I felt like a cheating wife who was about to be caught, but Zayd looked like he didn't care.
He stared at me like he was holding himself back from devouring me. I felt heat creep up my neck but my excitement died down when the doorbell rang again.
I peeped through the peephole and a long sigh of relief escaped my lips on seeing who it was.
"Amy, lord you scared me, are you okay?"Daphy asked as soon as I opened the door.
“I’m fine.”
“That's what you say anyway, so why did you take so long to open the door?”
“I… Come in” I didn't know what excuse to give and I hoped Zayd had gone back to my room.
“I am on my way out actually. I just came to drop this” she handed me an insulated lunchbag.
“Aw, thank you”
“It is your favorite, couscous and curry chicken, you’d better eat all because I know you have been skipping meals again" She warned seriously at the last part.
"Thank you so much"
Daphy has always been such a sweet soul, bringing me homemade meals on days I feel so down. She doesn't ask too much, only asking me to take care of myself and making me nice food.
"You are welcome. I'm going to see my babe, see you tomorrow” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and waved me goodnight.
“Who was it?" Zayd asked coming towards me as soon as I walked back in.
"Daphy. And... you should leave." I added, not meeting his eyes.
"Amrah, I…”He took a few steps closer and I instinctively took a few steps back creating a lot of space between us.
I didn't trust myself closer to him, I fear I might throw myself into his arms and ask for another kiss.
"Leave please. And forget about whatever happened earlier please. It was… a mistake" I looked up and saw the hurt in his eyes, my heart lurched painfully.
"You are Chris's best friend, that… was wrong"
His jaw tightened as if he was restraining himself.
"Wrong, but not a mistake. Goodnight, Amrah" He said after a pause.
I stood there in the middle of my hallway, amidst the aftermath of his Sandalwood scent torn between feeling guilty for kidding him and reminiscing about the kiss.
What have I done?
How could I have given in to temptation so easily?
Chris would kill me if he found out. I felt so guilty. But I could also stop myself from loving every moment of the kiss.
I even forgot how we got back to my apartment from the garage. I remembered losing consciousness all of a sudden and that was it.
What happened at the garage?
I just hoped Edison, my secret bodyguard didn't see what happened else Dad would drag me back to the house tomorrow.
Although, I told him not to follow me to the garage earlier, I didn't know if he listened to me.
He never does.
I don't want to go back home in the middle of the semester please.
I had better avoid Zayd, he is just spells trouble.
It's been two weeks of not seeing or hearing from Chris, and also one week, four days of successfully avoiding Zayd.
I walked out of the library only to find a small crowd in the hallway.
"You are just a fucking welfare kid. Do you think you can behave however you want just because you created some stupid blueprint?"
"What do you want to do about it? Renounce my scholarship? " Zayd raised an eyebrow lazily. He was leaning against the wall with his hands in his overcoat pocket.
He stood tall among the crowd even though he was leaning against the wall, his hair was in its usual tousled state, a few curly strands teasing his eyelashes.
Hot…
“What is going on please?” I asked the lady beside me.
“Jack Alfred has been trying to get on Zayd’s nerve for over ten minutes now but Zayd isn't giving him a chance.” the lady snickered obviously enjoying the show.
Whatever Zayd was doing was infuriating Jack, it felt like he was throwing punches at a heap of cotton because Zayd looked so bored out of his mind.
"Don't mind him, just leeching off Chris and being such an ass to him” the guy beside Jack commented with a sneer.
Zayd barely glanced at him.
Chris?
What was the guy talking about?
“He is just a low class leech, he won’t fit in at the party anyways” another guy replied.
“Oh, that? Apparently, Zayd is being confronted because he was absent during Chris’s celebration party for the race he won last two weeks. The guys think he is not worth being Chris’s best friend.
That day… fuck!
It’s all my fault, he was with me instead of being at the party. I didn’t even think about the fact that Chris was also partying and ignoring me.
I just wanted to go and get Zayd out of there, and maybe ask about Chris…
I wormed my way to the middle of the crowd and stood in front of Zayd, ignoring how his rich soothing cologne hit me.
“If any one is a leech here that should be you"I shot at Jack.
"Leech? "
"You, the one who uses his family's status to oppress people. Zayd has achieved a lot more than you can dream of achieving in the next ten years" I didn’t know what fueled that confidence in me.
Maybe it was Zayd’s notable presence behind me because he straightened up as soon as I got there.
" You... " Jack raised mis hand, l closed my eyes waiting for the Impact.
I was pulled back and my back hit the sturdy chest behind me.
“Such a coward you are, raising a hand as soon as you met someone of your height" Zayd sneered at Jaek causing the crowd to burst into laughter.
I didn't even have time to glare at him for comparing my height with Jack's even though I had just defended him.
"What is going on here?"
Chris!
The crowd parted for him to come through, he glanced at Zayd’s and on my arm for a split second before burning to Jack.
That glanced… I’m fucked, once again.