Blair

　　2 weeks later


　　I strolled out of class with Jordan right by my side. He hasn't given up yet on trying to get me to talk to him.

　　"We should hang out sometime, you know, since we're friends now." He said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

　　"We aren't friends, Jordan." I mumbled, rolling my eyes as people stared at me.


　　The usual.

　　That reminds me, it's been a while since I heard from Zayn.


　　No texts. Nothing.

　　I hope he's okay.

　　And honestly, all pride aside,

　　I missed seeing him.

　　Sighing, I slammed my locker shut and walked to my other class.

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　　School was done. But here I was in the toilet, crying my eyes out.

　　Flashback

　　I walked out of my class and away from Jordan.

　　But for some reason, that felt like the biggest mistake I had ever made.

　　I was almost to my locker when suddenly, I was pulled into a dark classroom.

　　I didn't even get time to scream before a felt a blow to my stomach.

　　Next was my head and then my chest, making me fall to the floor as the wind was knocked out of me.

　　I coughed uncontrollably, grasping my stomach as I tried to catch my breath.

　　"That'll teach you a lesson." A familiar voice said.

　　Princeton.

　　Shaking, I stayed quiet, hearing him walk over to the door and leave.

　　I just laid there, battling with consciousness.

　　With all of my strength I picked myself up and walked outside, immediately coming face to face with Jordan.

　　"What the-" He was cut off by me running into the Girl's Washroom.

　　More like limping quickly.

　　I glanced in the mirror and saw that there was had a nasty bruise forming around my eye.

　　"Beautiful, let me in please." Jordan begged from outside.

　　Sighing, I gathered myself and opened the door.

　　I tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed me before I could make it past him.

　　"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, holding my shoulders.

　　"It's nothing, Jordan." I said, walking away.

　　"Why do you treat me like this?" I heard him ask from behind me.

　　Tears formed in my eyes as I continued walking and as I opened the school doors, I almost fainted.

　　In the middle of the parking lot was a very familiar car with a very familiar person leaning on it.

　　He looked at his watch before looking back down at his phone.

　　Slowly, I walked over to him despite wanting to run.

　　I kept my head down and soon, I reached him.

　　"Blair." He said, his voice deep and emotionless.

　　Shaking my head, I was about to walk away when he grabbed my waist.

　　"Nice to see you too." He mumbled sarcastically. "What's wrong?" He asked in a questioning tone.

　　Again, I shook my head, kicking a pebble on the ground.

　　His hands gripped the sides of my face and lifted it.

　　When my eyes met his, his entire face changed.

　　Haziness covered his eyes as they grew darker and his breathing was erratic.

　　His hands fell to his sides and turned into fists.

　　His face looked grim. Like nothing I've ever seen before.

　　"Who?" The coldness in his voice sent chills down my spine.

　　I shook my head, looking back down.

　　His freezing cold fingers touched the skin of my chin and I shivered.

　　Is that even possible? It's freaking hot out here!

　　He lifted my head, his eyes now black as he stared at me coldly.

　　He's scaring me, I thought.

　　My eyes started to water and I looked away briefly.

　　"Name. Now." He said, giving me a look that dared me to say otherwise.

　　"Princeton." I mumbled, a tear rolling down my face.

　　"Get in." He said, walking over to the driver's side of his car.

　　I stared at the car door, wondering if I should get in or run.

　　That all went out the window when it swung open.

　　Zayn glanced at me before he looked straight ahead again.

　　Sighing, hopping in and he sped off before I could even close the door.

　　He swerved through traffic like a maniac, going at 220 mph.

　　I stared out the window and let all the tears i was holding back flow.

　　But then I hissed as the salty tears met with a small cut on my lip.

　　The car stopped and I realized we were in front of my house.

　　I looked over at Zayn who was gripping the steering wheel tightly, turning his knuckles white.

　　"Bye." I mumbled, getting out of the car and closing the door.

　　He didn't even say anything, he just sped off.

　　I sighed and walked inside, to find Dale watching TV. As soon as he saw my condition he ran over to me.

　　Not asking questions, he embraced me, holding me tightly as I cried into his chest.

　　He took us over to the couch and laid down with me still in his arms.

　　I clutched onto him like a baby as my tears stained his shirt.

　　He rubbed my back and I started feeling sleepy.

　　"Shh, it's okay. Go to sleep." He whispered, kissing my head.

　　Wasting no time, I hugged him tighter as darkness engulfed me.

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　　"She's asleep." I heard Dale's voice say.

　　I opened my eyes and rolled off of the couch, only to mmediately be hit by a massive headache.

　　Struggling to walk, I made my way over to where I heard his voice.

　　I found him standing in the doorway of the front door talking to someone.

　　"Dale?" I called, yawning quietly.

　　"Oh, here she is." He said, stepping aside for me to see who was there.

　　Zayn stood, easily towering over Dale as he stared straight at me.

　　He wore a black leather jacket and some dark jeans. His hands were buried deep in his pockets.

　　He signaled for me to come outside and I nodded, walking over to the door.

　　As I passed, I kissed Dale on his cheek, giving him a sign that it was okay.

　　He nodded and walked away.

　　I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, turning around to see Zayn right in front of me.

　　We stared at eachother for a while.

　　His face held a different type of coldness to it, automatically scaring me.

　　"Zayn.." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

　　"He's dead." He said bluntly, never breaking eye contact.

　　"W-what?" I asked in shock and confusion.

　　"Matteo." He grimaced, a slight smile formed on his face.

　　A small, evil smile.