Chapter 9 Elevator
Amrah
“Who are you?” Chris asked Jack with knitted brows
“Hey man, we were at the club…”
“Who the fuck are you?” he snarked cutting off whatever Jack was about to say.
"Chris, you won't believe this fool was accusing Zayd of leeching off you" A pink-haired girl came forward and explained, her eyes popping hearts at Chris as she spoke.
Chris turned to the crowd, “Take away your phones please, I am going to do something real quick" he smiled at them and they obeyed easily
That was Chris and his unbeatable charisma. He turned back to Jack and swung his fist as fast as possible.
"Ah!" I gasped, but it was swallowed by louder gasps from the crowd.
I have never seen Chris do that to anyone, I knew he had anger issues and all but he never hit me. He does squeeze my neck but not hit.
My heart thumped, wondering if he would hit me one day out of anger.
He wouldn't do that, right?
Zayd’s hand which was still on my arm pulled me behind him immediately before the whole thing could escalate.
Some guys held Jack and Chris away from each other. Chris arrogantly shook their hands off him and they didn't touch him again.
"Don’t fucking spit shit about my friend again or you'll face my fist again. Zayd didn't come to the party, that's our problem not yours to fucking judge. I don't care about my image if you keep forcing my hand” Chris warned, turning to the crowd as he spoke.
He commanded that attractive aura that could easily force people to keep quiet and listen, just like Zayd. While his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, Zayd would talk as calmly as possible and everyone around him would be forced to stay quiet to hear him.
They really go along as best friends.
Amrah, did you just fucking compare your boyfriend to his best friend? After kissing him in your apartment.
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and guilt as I shamelessly thought about the kiss again.
"He is so hot, I wish I filmed that " I heard someone whisper behind me.
“ I did. We can share it on the school forum, after all, outsiders don’t have access to it anyway." Another person replied.
The school gossip forum was created long ago, used to share gossip among the students, but the posts on the forum cannot be shared no matter how one tries to, and the gossip posted there is deleted after five hours of posting.
"I wish Chris would date me for a day"
" Dream on. He can't date, besides, why would he leave Betty Gold for you?" someone sneered.
"I know right, Betty even asked CA to cancel that contract so he could date her freely but they refused”
CA was the company Chris signed with, where he modeled for them.
Chris glanced at Zayd and they nodded at each other before he walked away. Zayd pulled me away as well, like all that had happened had nothing to do with him.
The crowd slowly dispersed after Chris and Zayd left.
“Are you okay?" Zayd asked me.
"I am. Are you? " I peered into his face, but l couldn't read his emotions from how calm he looked, my eyes trailed over to his lips and my brain replayed our kisses shamelessly.
Amrah!
"Don't mind those…” I started not knowing what to call Jack and his stupid minions.
"I don't. But you can't do that again, that was dangerous. What if they had hit you before could I stop them?”
"I know you wouldn’t let them "
Just my phone dinged. I pulled it out of my bag to see who it was.
‘I will meet you in your apartment in ten minutes. Don't keep me waiting, I can't be seen outside your unit’ •Chris.
He ignored all of the messages I sent out in the past two weeks and ordered me to be at my apartment in ten minutes.
"I have to go" I found myself obeying before I could rethink it.
"Ride with me” Zayd let out his usual calm voice.
His countenance has changed for some unknown reason, my mind was in a spiral so I didn't think about it too much.
"I..." I tried to decline, clicking Edison’s number to come take me home as fast as possible.
" It will be faster. I see you are in a rush "he explained.
"Oh... Okay," I didn't realise I was so obvious.
His bike was parked in the library’s parking lot, I didn't know how he could get his power bike into the school when the school didn't allow it, but who was I to ask?
Zayd handed me his helmet and sat on the black sleek powerbike. I quickly put it on and got behind him. The seat was so Comfortable, and Zayd’s cologne filled my nostrils, calming me down a bit.
"Hold me, " he said as he started the bike.
I stiffened and looked around fearfully as if Chris was somewhere watching me. There were a few people around but they all seemed busy with their phones.
I gingerly leaned forward and wrapped my arm around Zayd’s waist. I didn't expect his waist to be so narrow and firm, I could feel his defined abs through his overcoat
His manly warmth managed to seep through his overcoat, warming my chest breasts that were pressed against his back.
Wait! My breasts were pressed against his fucking back!
I was thankful for the helmet that covered my face otherwise, people we passed by would have seen my cheeks flaming.
We got to the building about six minutes later and I rushed towards the elevator.
I stepped in and pressed the button to the last floor, Zayd came in after me. We stood in awkward silence as l watched the numbers going up anxiously.
Suddenly there was a light quiver and then the light went out. I waited, counting numbers nervously but the light didn't come back on, I shut my eyes and murmured silent prayers, my heart was thumping so hard that I could hardly breathe.
I fell to my knees unable to hold myself up.
‘God please… I don't want to…’
'Amrah"" I heard a distant call, but I couldn't reply. My throat felt choked.
"Amrah, can you hear me?" another distance call.
I tried to think to breathe, but it was so difficult. Tears stung my closed eyes, and I tried to pry them open but I couldn't.
"If you can hear me, take a deep breath” Zayd urged gently.
I can't!
My vision was blurred, but I noticed that the lights were back on. I felt a gentle and steady pat on my back, and the soothing sandalwood scent embracing me.
I could feel Zayd’s presence but old memories were messing with my head
“Help… please… help me”