Have you ever simultaneously wanted to be two places at once? Maybe want isn't the right word. Have you ever needed to be two places at once?

I needed to run away. I needed to run away as far as I can. I needed to be at home. I needed to be quite literally any place except for right here.

But, I also needed to go to Zane. I needed to make sure he didn't do the wrong thing, ending him up either expelled or in jail. I needed to calm him down.

"Zane!" Cain called from beside me, and he started jogging towards them. "What's going on?"

I didn't move a muscle.

Cain looked back to me, giving me a confused expression like he wasn't sure what I was waiting for. "Seren? Come on."

I willed my legs to walk. They did, but they did in a manner that I'm sure was much too calm. They walked like I was simply perusing at the mall, glancing around the windows of the stores alongside me.

I could hear their words as I inched closer. Zane's voice sounding like the familiar sense of comfort I had gotten used to, except laced with anger I had never heard before. Jax's voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

"You heard what I said." Zane was close enough to Jax that you could place a piece of paper between their noses.

"And I told you already, I don't care what you say." Jax spat back.

Cain reached them now, he instantly went to Zane's side, quickly reaching behind him and looping his arms between Zane's.

"Bro you have to chill." Cain told Zane. I wasn't sure if he was trying to calm him down or not, because it's almost like his words had the opposite effect. Zane pushed forward, tilting his head down against Jax's, causing Jax to falter back a couple of steps.

"I swear to god, Jax. I swear to god I will kill you right now. Give me another reason." Zane said dangerously.

"What reason do you have?" Jax responded.

Zane pushed on his chest, causing Jax to stumble again. Zane didn't let the distance grow, however, he only moved forward again.

"You know what reason." Zane growled. I realized there was a crowd surrounding the two now.

"Is this your jealousy talking? Zane, really? You're coming at your friend because you're jealous? Thought I knew you better than that." Jax raised his hands, placing his palms upwards.

"Are you fucking delusional? Are you sick in the head? You must be fucking crazy. You must be." Zane's voice was full of venom.

Jax laughed, and I knew it was the wrong move when Zane let a sharp exhale out through his nose. "Obviously not crazy enough for..."

Jax didn't finish his sentence. He didn't have time to let the words out before Zane's fist smashed into his face.

It's like I heard it before I saw it, even though I was looking right at them. I heard the loud crack of Jax's nose as Zane fist plowed into his face. Jax stumbled backwards, falling into the ground and clutching his nose. Zane didn't hesitate a minute before stepping over him and grabbing the collar of Jax's shirt.

It wasn't in slow motion the way I've heard fights described before. It was almost like someone had pressed the fast forward button. Zane raised his fist again, throwing all the weight behind his fist as he hit Jax's face. Cain was desperately pulling on Zane's arm, trying to get him to relent.

Zane hit him again. And again. And again. And again. I saw the blood pouring out of Jax's nose. I could smell the metallic scent pouring into the air.

"Zane." There was no emotion in my voice as I said the word. It was quiet enough that no one turned to look at me. Except Zane.

Zane turned instantly, finding my eyes. If didn't know Zane's soul so well, if I didn't know that Zane would never hurt me the way I did, I might even be scared by the look in his eyes. They were wild, determined. They weren't cold, they were blazing hot.

Zane instantly let go of Jax's shirt, leaving him slumped over in a pile. A couple of the other football players that had gathered to watch the show instantly appeared at his side. Jax didn't stay idle for long, however, before stumbling back to his feet. He tried to charge at Zane, but he was instantly held back by his friends.

Zane didn't pay any attention to him, however, he was only looking at me. He had his hands raised in front of me, as if he was trying to calm me. The thought almost made me want to laugh. I had just watched him beat someone up but he wanted to calm me.

"Let's go." I said, grabbing Zane's hand as soon as he was in reaching distance. He winced slightly as I took his large hand in mine, and I looked down to see his bruised and bloody knuckles. Zane didn't argue as I pulled him away from the crowd of kids, each of them watching us like we were their favourite TV show's season finale, and they couldn't believe what just happened.

Zane's pace picked up as we walked down the halls, and soon enough he was dragging me by the hand. He pushed through the door, holding it open to let me pass through.

Once we were outside he spun around and faced me, placing both of his arms on my shoulders.

"I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to. I know you said not to, but fuck, Seren. I can't. I don't know how you can do it." Zane's eyes were still wild. His words were rushing out, barely a space between each one. He was frantically searching my face, and I'm not sure for what this time.

"Take a deep breath." I told him.

Zane tilted his head at me, like my words were not what he expected. After a second, he took a deep breath through his nose.

"I didn't mean for it to happen." Zane let go of my shoulders and spun around in circle, pounding his fist into the tree beside us. I flinched at the sound it made.

"He was waiting at your locker. Just waiting there. I want to kill him, Seren, and I'm not exaggerating. I actually want to kill him." Zane raised his hands and ran them through his hair, resting his hands on the back of his head.

"I told him, you know, I said he needs to leave you alone. I told him that I knew." Zane looked down at his feet when he said it.

"You shouldn't have done that." I sighed out. He really shouldn't have. He really, really, really, shouldn't have.

"I know. I know, I'm sorry. But there's a reason why I did." Zane grabbed my hands, looking back at my face.

"What? Why?" I asked him.

"My mom called me when I was waiting for you at your locker. That's why I went outside, to answer it. My grandma, she's been sick for a while. Apparently she's not doing good. They think this might be it." Zane explained. He sighed as he pushed my hair behind my ears, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb. "We have to go down to Arizona. I tried to get out of it. I know you need me here..."

"No. Zane. You have to go, are you serious? Saying goodbye to your grandma is more important." I told him, although I felt the panic in my stomach rising at what he was saying.

"It doesn't feel like its more important right now." Zane muttered.

"It is." I said.

"Either way, my mom said I have to go." Zane told me. "I had to say something to him. I had to, Seren. He has to know he didn't get away with it."

"Why can't you see that he has gotten away with it?" I told Zane. It was over. It was done. Jax had won.

"No, Seren, babe he hasn't. I promise you, he won't. I promise. He has to know, that there's someone on your side. That there's someone who knows what he did. He knows what he did was wrong." Zane dropped his hand that was still stroking my cheek, grabbing my waist instead and pulling me closer to him.

"I don't think he does, though. I think that's the problem. He doesn't understand." I whispered.

"He will. When I'm done with him. He will." Zane's words didn't sound like a threat. They sounded like a promise.

"When do you have to go?" I asked. I leaned my forehead against his, inhaling his comforting scent as he grew closer to me.

"Right now. I'm late already." Zane whispered back.

"I don't want you to go." I sighed out. I really didn't.

"I don't want to leave you." Zane told me, squeezing the hand that was gripped around my waist.

Zane pulled away from me, sighing as he did it.

"I'll walk you to your car." I said sadly. I could barely think with the disappointment that was rolling through me.

Zane grabbed my hand as we walked. I couldn't focus on where I was going, because the way he was stroking my thumb was almost mind blowing. How is it possible that his simple touch was better than anything I've ever experienced?

Zane pulled me into a tight hug as we reached his car. His palms applied pressure to my back, one at the base of my neck and the other one just above the hem of my skirt. I nuzzled my face into his chest, trying to blink the tears that were in my eyes away. I didn't want Zane to know how much I simply didn't want him to go.

"Hurry back. I need you." I said quietly.

Zane didn't answer as he pulled away from me. He was silent as he looked at me. His eyes darting over ever inch of my face. He raised one hand, lightly grazing his hand over the skin from my forehead down to my chin. It felt like forever, trapped in this moment with Zane, but it was only a second.

Without a word his climbed into his car. Quickly, after pulling his seat belt over him, he put the car in drive and started crawling out of the school parking lot. I watched as the car pulled away from me, and it strangely felt like a piece of me was leaving.

I was about to turn around, and head back to the school. I was going to grab my things and get the hell of here, because there was no way I could listen to the gossip of what just happened all day. My body was turned, when I saw Zane's car stop, just at the exit of the parking lot.

His door swung open, and I watched as Zane climbed out of the car and ran back towards me. It wasn't a fast run, it was a slow, determined jog. The thoughts of wondering what he was doing had barely entered my mind before he made it to me.

I didn't have the time to process what was happening before he had slung his arms around my waist, effortlessly picking me up off the ground. One of his hands dropped from my waist, finding the back of my thigh and directing it so that my leg was wrapped around his waist. I didn't let a second pass before wrapping the other one around him.

"What..." I was only able to let one word out.

I was only able to let one word out because Zane's lips pressed against mine. His lips were determined, they were strong as they moved in a perfect rhythm. I didn't need any persuading before I moved mine with them. Our lips danced together, with such coordination that you would think they've been doing this together for years. I felt the adrenaline in my blood rising as I pressed my face against Zane's. My senses were overpowered. I felt everything. I felt alive. I felt this feeling, deep inside my gut. It was desperation.

Zane moved his hand from my thigh, clutching the back of my neck instead, as if to keep me from escaping. Not that he would need to, nothing in my life has ever compared to the way his lips were pressing into mine. Zane kissed me like I wanted to be kissed. No boy has ever kissed me like this. And I had a feeling that no one ever will again. I could feel him in every inch of me.

Finally, when I think I was just about to faint, Zane pulled his mouth away from mine. He was silent for a moment, as was I. It must have been quite a scene to witness. My legs wrapped around Zane's waist, his arms supporting me. Looking into each other's eyes like we were the only two people on the earth. Our breaths short and ragged.

"I need you too, Seren." Zane whispered.