When I left Tomus's place I thought to myself I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I do that? I need to get together. I'm with an amazing guy that is a vampire, and I'm having feelings for my best friend that is in a gang because of his father. I don't know what to do. When I get home I go straight to my room. I lay down on my bed facing the ceiling thinking about what I'm going to do.
Then my phone rings. I picked the phone up and Zayn was calling. I answered the phone. "Are you home? Zayn asked. "Yeah, why," I replied. "Your window is locked," he said. I got up from my bed and went to the window and saw Zayn. I waved at him and hung up the phone call. Then I unlocked the window. Zayn climbed up a tree and then went through the window.
"How are you?" Zayn asked. "I'm good," I replied to him. "It looks like you have something that is bothering you," Zayn said, slicking back his hair. "Well, something is actually bothering me…" "Is it what you saw in Tomus's backpack," Zayn said, interrupting me. "No it's not that," I said. "Then what's bothering you?" Zayn asked, concerned. I thought it was cute. "Ugh," I said, in frustration as I laid back on my bed.
Zayn sat on the bed facing me if I was sitting up. He put his hand on my upper thigh. I didn't know what to do about the situation that had happened at Tomus's house. I wanted to tell Zayn, but I didn't know what he would do if I did. "Did something happen at Tomus's house?" Zayn asked. I didn't say anything. Zayn has his body hovering over me looking at me.
Zayn grabs a whole of my wrists and holds them to my head. He just looks at me without saying a word. I try to look away, but I just can't though. It's hard to look away from him. His hair was dangling over his head instead of slicked back. Zayn kept staring at me. My heart was beating fast. Zayn leaned his head to my ear and whispered, "I'm gonna punish you." My phone rang next to me.
Zayn turns his head to the phone to see who's calling. "Tomus is calling," he said looking at the phone. "Didn't you leave his house not too long ago," Zayn said, licking his lips. How did he know that, I thought to myself? The phone was still ringing. A few seconds later the phone stopped ringing.
"How do you know that I was at Tomus's house?" I asked, kind of scared of him a little, but attracted to him even more. "Just like when you asked me how I knew that your mom was on a business trip, I just knew things like that," he said, with a smirk on his beautiful face.
Zayn let go of my wrists then took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He grabbed my wrists again tightly and started kissing my lips. Then going down to my neck with soft kisses then started nibbling on my neck. I was biting my lip so I wouldn't make a sound. Zayn started to unzip my jacket.
Then there was a knock on the bedroom door that had interrupted what Zayn was doing to me. "Scarlette," someone said, on the other side of the door. It was my mom. "Go hide in the closet," I whispered to Zayn. So he got off the bed and went into the closet and closed the closet door. I got off the bed, zipped up my jacket and picked up Zayn's shirt off the floor, and put it away. Then I went to the door and opened it.
"Sorry I was busy," I said looking at my mother. "I came to tell you that I'm going to be gone for a while for work," my mom said, giving me a hug. Then she gave me a strange look. "Are you alright, it looks like something is bothering you," my mom said, being concerned. "I'm just a little frustrated but I'll be fine," I said with a fake smile.
"Okay," my mom said, smiling. Then she left the room. I waited until I heard the front door shut to let Zayn know that he could come out of the closet. The front door was shut, then I shut my bedroom door. Zayn came out of the closet and came behind me. He had his arms around my waist. I took his arms off me and sat on the bed. Zayn came and sat next to me. I handed back his shirt.
"Why did you stay the night at Tomus's?" Zayn asked, shifting his body to face me. He seemed angry, I could tell that he was trying to control his anger and he did a good job at it. Strands of his hair were blocking his beautiful red eyes that I admire so much. "I'm really sorry. Tomus and I were just supposed to work on the project but after a while, we ended up watching a movie for a break and I fell asleep.
When I woke up we started talking, one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew we were kissing. I don't know what came over me, maybe it was because I'm feeling confused about my feelings..." Zayn interrupted me, "So you don't love me anymore," he said nonchalantly. "Of course I still love you, I always will, it's just that I don't know how I feel about Tomus," I said, feeling really bad about what had happened.
"You're trying to figure out which one of us you want to be with," Zayn said, looking sad and disappointed. I was speechless, I wasn't sure what to say. When Zayn said that I looked up at him my eyes widened. It seemed like he was hurt that I would rather be with Tomus than him. A tear ran down my cheek as I continued to look at Zayn.
Then Zayn got up off the bed and headed to the window. I reached out for him and grabbed his wrist. I grabbed Zayn's wrist tighter than I intended to. "Don't leave", I whispered, more tears running down my cheeks. Zayn turned towards me and put a hand on the side of my face. He looks at me with a smile appearing on his face. "Why are you smiling like that?" I asked, looking into his beautiful eyes, which makes me addicted every time I look at them.
He wipes the tear running down my cheek with his thumb. "Because you look cute when you cry… Listen Scarlette I'm not gonna lie and say that I'm not upset about what you just said but I don't want to pressure you so I'm willing to wait for you until you're ready," Zayn says. I felt his gaze soften as the words leave his mouth.
I didn't know what to say or do. We stood there in silence. I got a feeling that I never liked feeling, especially not towards Zayn. Awkwardness. Not only that but I got mad at myself for not saying anything. The guy I love was standing in front of me saying he was willing to wait for me and all I can do is stand there. I felt so stupid.
The silence was broken with his low chuckle. "I'll get going. See you later." As I heard him say those words I opened my mouth to say something. I wanted to say something, anything at this point but nothing came out. I looked at him as he climbed out of my window. As soon as he left I fell to my knees sobbing. After a few minutes, I realized what I needed to do. I got up and headed to the bathroom and took a look at my reflection in the mirror and told myself that I need to get a grip.
The next morning as I was getting ready for school I received a good morning text from Tomus. When I saw the text I remembered what had happened last night with Zayn. I promised myself that I would figure out who I was going to pick ASAP but it was a lot easier said than done.
When I got to school I met up with Zayn and Tomus like I usually did but something about that atmosphere was off. It was tense and awkward. I tried to think about something to break the tension we had going on but when I tried to make a conversation about how our morning was, they were really dry. All they said was "good". I tried again and asked Tomus what his class was going to do today but all he said was "I don't know." I decided to stop trying since it wasn't helping so we split ways and went to our class.
When Zayn and I got into history class Mr. Reeves gave us a worksheet and asked us to pair up with someone. Without hesitation, I immediately looked at Zayn and to my surprise, he was also looking at me. At that moment I realized that things weren't as awkward as I thought they would be between us. The longer me and him worked together the less tense we got. Zayn started to talk and he said something stupid that made me laugh. Once he saw me laughing he smiled at me then I smiled back at him. "We need to talk," Zayn said. "Yeah, we do," I replied, nodding his head and saying okay.
After the bell rang we went to get our lunch and headed to the bleachers on the football field. "Listen", I started, "I know our relationship is in a weird place right now and it's partly my fault but I don't feel like it's fair to you that you're putting all your strength into our relationship and I'm over here confused about you and Tomus. And because of that, I feel like we should take a break but I don't want to make this decision out of impulsiveness.
I still want you to know that I do love you, I just want to make sure all my feelings are for you so I can give our relationship my all." He took a minute to reply. "Yeah you're right, you need some time to figure out your feelings." I felt something in his tone change when he said that but I didn't ask about it.
I remembered he also wanted to talk about something. "What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked him. "Nothing, it's fine, lunch is about to end so you should head back to your class…" He said. "I guess you're right," then giving him a little smile to lighten the mood. I started to walk away. But as I started to walk away something in my head told me to walk back.
Scarlette got off the counter and went upstairs. I washed the dishes. After I finished washing the dishes I went back upstairs to my room. When I got to my room Scarlette was sitting on the bed. She looked sad or worried. So I went up to her and sat right in front of her on the bed so we could be facing each other. "Is everything okay?" I asked her, concerned. "I don't know exactly, I'm confused, to be honest," she said, looking down, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Whatever you're confused about, maybe I can help," I said, lifting her head up so she could look at me. Scarlette had a little smirk on her face. Then she moved closer to me and shifted her body to put her head on my chest. I put my arm on her. Scarlette's body was so relaxed and soothing. "Tomus," Scarlette said, very quietly, that I almost didn't hear her.
"Yeah," I replied. "You'll always be my best friend no matter what," Scarlette said, her head still on my chest. "You'll always be my best friend too," I said. Scarlette took her head off my chest and looked up at me. I just smiled at her putting my fingers in her hair. "I love you," I said looking into Scarlette's eyes. "I know," she said. "No, not as a friend I mean," I said.
Scarlette's face turned really red. She didn't say anything and she was silent. She just looked at me then she pulled me close to her. I was scared for a second. Scarlette put one of her arms around my neck. Then the next thing we were kissing. The kiss wasn't like when I kissed her birthday. Scarlette stops the kiss by putting her hand on my chest and pushing me a little.
"I have to go," Scarlette said, then biting her bottom. She got off the bed and grabbed her backpack and left the room. I followed behind her going downstairs. Scarlette was heading for the door. She put her hand on the doorknob then I grabbed her wrist and turned her body so that she could face me.
"Thank you for coming and staying the night," I whispered in Scarlette's ear while putting my arms around her waist. I looked down at Scarlette's neck and kissed it a few times. "I really have to go," Scarlette whined. I laughed a little because of how Scarlette was whining. "What's so funny?" Scarlette asked, giving me a strange look. "I'm sorry," I said, with my arms still around her waist.
I let her loose so that she could go. Scarlette opened the door then she turned around and kissed me. Then she walked out of the house. "I'll see you later to finish the project," Scarlette said, her face bright red. I watched her as she walked off my yard. I shut the door then went straight to my room and thought about what had happened.