I'm sleepy af.

Btw, the second book in the series will be on Theo, third on River and fourth on Chase.

Life is a fucking fucked-up bitch that fucks you up in the worst fucking way.

Her even breaths hint that she's asleep. Against my chest. Her hands over my stomach. Her ear against my chest, right above my heart that can't stop beating fast. I'm surprised it hasn't woken her yet.

"Noko ole chocolate," she mumbles incoherent words and stirs before snuggling deeper into me and sleeping peacefully. Her hair is completely sprawled over my torso and I resist the urge to run my hand through it.

What? It's fucking irresistible. It's a good thing that she always has it covered, I would hate to kill assholes who'd gawk at her hair. Or fucking touch it. Like I am. I twirl a strand around my finger.

I want her to myself.

I'm going fucking crazy.

The hole inside seems to fill itself a little- every time I'm with her.

I feel like I have been missing this out my entire life. These fucking emotions she kindles in me, they are better than a cigarette, which reminds me I desperately need to smoke.

But I can't push her away, what if she awakes?

So I resist the addiction I had developed at the age of fourteen. Cigarettes have been my oxygen ever since. My head starts aching by the lack of it. But I don't light it, it's in the right pocket of the leather jacket. And this girl absolutely hates the cigarette smell.

It's mid day already and we're still stuck here. Alya stirs awake, she turns her head and looks at me with sleepy eyes.

"Hey," she says. Her eyes flutter close and she leans against me again to start snoring softly. I find myself smiling at her and the second I realize that I'm smiling, I wipe it off my face. What is wrong with me?

"Why do you have to be a Muslim?"

Alya stirs again, I silently curse under my breath. I didn't mean to wake her up.

"What did you say?" she mumbles sleepily. I keep quiet. She sits straight and I don't like it when she pulls away from me.

"Should we go search the museums by ourselves?" She yawns.

"No."

She turns to look at me, raising one of her eyebrows.

"Why?" Her eyebrows shoot up.

"Because I said so."

Alya puts her hand over her hair and pulls at it, probably in frustration. We stay in silence for a while. Until she opens her mouth.

"I'm bored."

"So?"

"Dance for me?" Is she for real?

"Shut up."

"Argh... wanna make out?"

"What?"

"Make out, y'know. Kiss. Put our lips together, an- mmhm," she doesn't need to complete it. I pull her by her neck before pulling at the roots of her hair because this could be the last time I get to touch it. She moans in my mouth. I force her lips deeper, she wraps her hand around my neck.

"You owe me a trip to Makkah," she mumbles in between the kisses, climbing into my lap. I snake my hand around her waist.

"If this is what I'm fucking getting th- mmhn."

Fucking glad to know she's learning.

However, she freezes over me when we hear footsteps. They aren't close though, we have time.

Alya jumps away, I stand up and walk to the tree to bring her clothes. I grab the shirt and headscarf before turning around.

She snatches the shirt from my hand and runs behind the tree. A minute later, she comes out with my jacket in her hand. Alya reaches for the headscarf but I pull it away. She looks at me with narrow eyes, I shake my head.

I pull it over her hair, she continues to look at me with her doe-like eyes. I push the hair inside the headscarf and take my time to look at her. The footsteps are nearing.

I lightly caress her jaw before whispering one last thing into her ear.

"When we return, I want my shirt babygirl."

Just as I pull away, Mr Kale and his group appear with a couple of other guys. River and Chase walk to me and punch me in the arm, before looking at me with disapproving looks. Weird guys.

I turn to look at Alya and find her looking at Theo with the biggest grin I've ever seen on her face.

He takes her hand in his.

Someone's dying today.

. . .

We get back to the tent. Sitting by the bonfire is fucking boring. I try to entertain myself by looking at Alya, she keeps blushing adorably and her eyes shine. Even though we're metres apart, I notice her fiddling with her sleeves, is she flustered? That causes me to smirk.

However, I feel my chest burn in something when Theo leans to whisper something in her ear. She laughs, fucking laughs at something he says. He smiles back at her and I want nothing more than to break all of his teeth.

"You alright, Zayd?"

"Fucking great."

"Jealous, eh?"

I turn to look at Chase and narrow my eyes. His face is blank, his eyes somewhat curious.

"I'm not," I grit out.

"You like her."

"I fucking don't." I glare at him, he gives me a triumphant look.

"Why are you getting so worked up then?"

I don't reply. I don't want to believe it. I'm so not jealous. I don't get jealous.

However, my eyes fall on Violet, the school bitch who's glaring daggers at my babygirl. What the fuck does she think she's doing? I'm going to have to take a word with her.

The night passes. I stand by Alya's tent and wait for Violet to show up, she can't fucking look down at my babygirl.

She comes to my vision finally. Her blonde hair is tied into a braid and her blue eyes look so damn boring, they remind me of sleep.

"Listen bitch," I start. Her eyes widen, I like it when people are fucking afraid of me. I continue.

"Stop looking down at Alya, I swear you'll regret it."

She composes herself from the shock, her eyes are the size of saucers.

"Then ask her not to play with numerous men at the same time," she spits back. I raise one of my eyebrows.

"Like you do?" I chuckle coldly. Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she gives up and gulps.

"Good."

I walk away, thinking about what she told. With numerous men? Does Alya like Theo? I grit my teeth and walk to my tent, determined to know.

A sinister smile forms in my lips. Theo, here I come. Let's see what the 'pretty boy' has to say.