I'm obsessed with Zayd T_T

The book I mean, not the 'son of a bi- biscuit'.

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I see red. My hand on his throat doesn't loosen while I continuously punch his face. I can't feel anything other than the raw rage that flows inside my veins.

How dare he say anything about my dad?

I punch the other guy in the face, the one who tries to pull me away. He falls down and scoots away, I resume with my punches. My fists plummet in his face mercilessly. I'm sure his face is bloody but I don't feel like stopping anytime soon.

I can hear shouts in the background, I pay no heed to them. They don't know how it feels. They'd be doing the same if they felt what I was feeling.

They'll never understand.

I'm pulled away by three pair of arms, some around my torso and some on my arm. I thrash against their hold, I want to kill this boy. I want to see the life drain out of him- by my own hands. Torture him until he fucking dies.

Like his father had done to my dad.

And he had the audacity to rub it in my face.

"Calm down, man," River pats my back, I focus on my laboured breathing, fighting the fucked up memories. They took away the only thing I had and later claimed it to be a 'mistake'. They offered a fucking compensation.

Life can not be fucking compensated.

The audacity.

"Aaraiz, inside your tent now," Mr Kale yells at me, I surprisingly do as I am said. River, Chase and I walk back to our tent. They try to take my mind off what had happened earlier but they don't succeed.

Theo just looks at me with that pitiful look and I swear I would punch the fucking hell out of him like I had done to that little guy. But I don't, for the sake of-

Trust for her to take my mind off the painful memories without her even knowing.

An hour later, they're all asleep in their sleeping bags. I come out of our tent and walk to the clearing. It's dark outside and nothing is visible except for the sky.

I'm reminded of that night with Alya. I think I'm fucking obsessed with her. Not a minute passes and she's already on my mind. I inhale the pollution-free air and find a huge rock to sit on.

It feels oddly calming, I reminisce the memories of me and my father. He would always take me for Friday prayers and I looked forward to them for the whole damn week. And how we would always go star gazing after dinner.

I hear footsteps nearing me. There is no light so I can't make out who it is. Until I see the headscarf clad head. What is she doing here in the middle of the night?

She comes to stand right next to me, oblivious of my presence.

I think about starting a conversation but realize she isn't going to talk to me even if I do so. So, I stay right next to her and watch the sky without her knowing.

I hear a sniff, my stomach knots. Is she crying? My jaws subconsciously clench and I can't help but feel the need to hurt whoever it is that made her cry. I try to forget how willing I used to be to hurt her.

What changed?

My cover is blown the second I sneeze.

Achoo!

Alya shrieks loudly.

"Calm down, babygirl," I tell her.

"Zayd?" She sounds relieved. I feel.. good, she isn't scared of me. I hum in reply.

I expect her to leave but she doesn't. Instead, I feel like she moves a bit closer but maybe it is just my imagination. I can feel the heat radiating off her in the cold of the night. She looks at the sky and I realize that we share the same love for stars.

"They look more beautiful than they do in the city," I initiate the conversation. I fucking want to hear her voice.

She doesn't speak. So we stay like that while guilt seeps through my veins. No, I don't regret hating her, I still hate her. I just regret calling her ugly, I regret making her insecure about her looks when she is even more beautiful than the stars.

How am I supposed to let her know?

"The letter," she starts. I hum again.

"The red paper..." she waits for me to speak. I don't.

"Did it have to do something with you?"

I don't reply.

I don't want to know how she will react, probably end up hating me further. And strangely, I don't want that. I want to hate her, not the other way around.

"Will you ever answer me Zayd?" her voice is unusually soft. I stand up, my arm touches hers.

"You already know the answer to that."

She sucks in a breath, I find myself looking at her. Despite the darkness, I want to keep looking at her. She gives me the peace of heart I've always desired.

"So you don't think that I'm-"

"No."

A moment of silence. The air becomes hot, all of a sudden. I feel the need to look at her eyes, where is the moon when you fucking need it?

"Did you r-really mean what you wr-"

"Every word," I tell honestly.

Another moment of silence. The air turns even hotter, the kind of hot that makes you warm from the inside. What in the hell is this feeling? I don't ever want to get rid of this.

"Why aren't you letting me comple-"

"Shut up, babygirl."

The silent threat in my voice is clear.

A few more moments of silence and I wait for her to speak. I realize I know her more than I thought.

"But why- mhmnm," I shush her with my lips and smirk. I've been dying to taste those lips since that day, they are way better than cigarettes.

I wait for her to push me away. She doesn't move. Her lips are cold against mine, but oh so soft. I bite her lower lip slightly, she gasps but doesn't pull away. I feel myself getting happier by the second.

Maybe she doesn't hate me as much as I thought.

"If I didn't know better babygirl, I'd say you defy me for my kisses."

She doesn't speak. Instead, I'm taken aback when she presses her lips into mine and kisses me hard. I let her, I let her bite my lip until it bleeds. I let her tug at my hair painfully. I let her take out her frustration.

I wait until she's done. I'm nowhere near 'done'.

She pulls back. I give her a second to catch a breath before pulling her into me by her hips, she doesn't protest. I pull her into me for another hard kiss, this time she completely lets me be in control and I growl in her mouth when her tongue enters mine.

One hell of a wild girl.

And I fucking love it.

The whole night is spent like that- us kissing each other against the trees, under the stars and in utter darkness. Teeth, tongue and lips.

We only break apart at dawn, reminding each other that nothing had changed.

That I still hated her.

And she still hated me.

. . .

The next morning, we're subdivided into three groups. Theo and Violet are the first group, River, Chase and Kayla are the second and me and Alya are the last.

And I didn't have anything to do with us being paired together. I swear I'm not lying.

We are supposed to find the museum by ourselves and in the first fifteen minutes, all of us are already scattered in different directions.

I let Alya lead us, silently walking behind her and admiring the scene in front of me. Is there any colour Alya doesn't look good in? She has a pair of brown loose pants on with a white shirt. Her headscarf is white too. She has the least amount of makeup on and I can't wait to look at her face again.

But this is good too, I like what I see. Only if she wouldn't wear those loose clothes.

We act like nothing had happened last night. Except she would blush now and then and let me tell you, that was fucking adorable. I couldn't help but smirk, feeling proud that I had that effect on her. Not Theo.

She mumbles to herself and changes direction every five seconds. I grow suspicious, does she really know where we were going?

An hour later, we are standing beside a lake. Alya turns to look at me, looking nervous and hesitant. She finally opens her mouth.

"Um.. w-we're lost."

"What?!"

I swear I didn't mean to scare her but my voice comes out a bit too loud and her foot slips.

She falls into the lake.