"Uh.. Theo?"

I look at the scene in front of me with wide eyes. I swear if I spend more time with Zayd, my eyes are going to turn permanently wide.

"Yeah?" His eyes are wide too.

"Why.. why is no one stepping in?"

Theo looks at me for a second before focusing his gaze back on the bloody scene in front of us. Like, literally bloody.

"Because no one has a death wish, Alya," he whispers harshly.

"He's going to kill that guy," I whisper yell. Zayd repeatedly punches the guy in his face. His face is bloody, blood is trickling down his nose and his lip is busted. His white shirt that is also drenched in blood, is torn at the front.

If you think Zayd looks bad, you should look at the guy under him. This is the second time I'm seeing Zayd beat the life out of him.

"Who's that guy?"

"Kyle something, I don't remember," Theo says. The crowd around them have the same reaction as us, wide eyes and hanging jaws.

I wish I had muscles, the guys are useless. They don't even try to pull Zayd off the Kyle guy.

"Stop the fight, Theo," I glare at him.

"He's a streetfighter, Alya. Are you out of your mind?"

"He's what?"

"Streetfighter, y'know. Those guys who-"

"I know what a streetfighter is," I glare at him and look back at the horrendous scene. Zayd will honestly end up killing him, where are the school guards and teachers? Dammit.

River and Chase, his so-called friends are looking at the scene with a smirk. Like the guy deserves it. I don't get it.

However, a moment later, they pull him off Kyle. Zayd tries to shrug them off and that's when the teachers come. The siren of an ambulance can be heard in a distance.

An hour later, I find myself walking to Zayd's locker. His lips are still swollen but other than that, everything looks pretty normal. Except for the raw anger that is coming from him in waves and his shirt that is still torn.

And bloody.

"Hey," I say softly. He lifts his head and looks at me, his anger subsides a little, I feel fuzzy inside.

"Hey," he says. His voice is deeper than it normally is. He folds his arms over his chest, trying to cover the torn shirt.

"Here," I pass him the black shirt I had bought a week back. His eyes widen by a fraction and he just looks at it.

"Thanks, babygirl."

"You remember how I used to hate it when you called me that?"

His lips twitch, his anger fades a little. A new emotion shines in his eyes.

"That's the reason why I started using it in the first place." He smirks at me.

"Is it weird that I'm starting to like it?" I look up at him.

"No," his eyes darken a little. I look around, there's no one in the locker room. I look back at him and swallow before letting my eyes drop to his lip.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'd rather do this." In a swift motion, he traps me between his arms, my back hits the locker. His lips come crashing down to mine. He gives me a long hard kiss and I fist his torn shirt in my hands as I try to return it with equal intensity.

"You fucker, I searched for you everywh- woah."

That would be River. Zayd pulls back and glares at him, if I were at the River's place I'd surely run away from there. Zayd doesn't remove his arms and I look at River with heated cheeks.

"Fuck off." Zayd seethes.

River smirks and pats Zayd's shoulder before walking away. I don't miss the mischievous wink he passes me. I blush further.

Zayd's attention returns to me, he lightly runs his index finger over my red cheek. I look at his eyes, I think I'm falling in love with his eyes. He continues to run his finger over my cheek and my eyes flutter close at the sensation at the feather-light touch.

"My little strawberry," he growls before slamming his lips back on mine. I swear I see stars and unicorns after that.

. . .

"Kyle's back from the hospital," Theo informs me. We're in the library, looking at the papers sprawled in front of us. Those are from our history classes and man do they suck. How am I supposed to remember all the hundreds of thousands of dates?

"He's back already?"

"Yeah," Theo nods his head. A sudden thought comes to my head, I smirk feeling evil.

"What are you thinking, Alya," Theo says in suspicion. My smirk grows bigger.

"Take me to Kyle, will you?"

We walk down the hallway and I find Kyle with his little group near the staircase. His face and head are bandaged, he looks quite comical with the tip of his nose along with his eyes and lips showing. Other than that, his face is completely covered in a white bandage.

"Do I look scary, Theo?" I give him the coldest glare I can muster.

"No," Theo says blankly.

I dismiss him and walk to Kyle with confidence, my face as deadly as I can make. Kyle and his group look at me and their eyes widen.

"I need to have a word with Kyle," I say in a deep voice, glaring at the other guys. They scurry off as soon as the words leave my lips. Well, that was pretty easy. How, you say? Well, I'm the so-called terrorist so it's not that difficult to scare people.

"Y-yeah?"

"Why was Zayd beating you to death?"

"W-what?" he squeaks. I resist the urge to giggle, he's so scared.

"Why. Was. Zayd. Beating. You. To. Death?"

"I-I don't kno- oh my God, I'll speak. Don't take it out please. I-I'll tell you," his eyes widen. I take my hand out of my pocket and motion for him to resume.

I feel a presence behind me.

"Alya, Zayd's coming this way," Theo rushes out. Oh shit. We run away faster than lightning.

"He's coming this way."

"Oh God, is he following us?"

"I think so."

Theo opens the door to the Janitor's closet and we hurry inside. There isn't much space so Theo has to keep his hand on either side of my head to accommodate himself.

"Did you find out anything?"

"No," I frown, "Can you do me a favour, Theo?"

"Yeah?"

"Take me to one of his matches? The streetfigh-"

My heart falls. The door opens and outside stands Zayd, his eyes so red in anger they don't look like they belong to this world. His jaws clenched painfully and the vein in his forehead popping out.

His eyes move from me to Theo to Theo's hand caging me. And our face so close I could feel Theo's breath hit me.

Shit, how do you explain this?

"This is not what it looks like."

Wrong choice of words, I guess.