I just wanted to know him better.

He seemed genuinely sweet a day back. How could he turn so cold?

So what if I really had kissed Theo? He had no right to be this angry. And the fact that he was acting that way when I hadn't even kissed Theo makes me more than just mad. What's more- he wouldn't even listen to me.

I kick the stones on my way angrily.

Theo was right, I should not have come here. And if Theo were to know I went there anyway, he would surely be mad. Now that I see it, Theo is way better than Zayd.

Except he doesn't make me feel butterflies in my stomach. And he doesn't pluck wildflowers for me and tell me they remind him of me. And he doesn't share the same love of stars that I have. And he doesn't make me see stars in daylight with just a kiss. And he doesn't call me his little strawberry when I blush.

I remain to kick the stones angrily as I walk back home. It's starting to get darker. I look at the pink sky, I wish I stayed home.

I halt in my steps when a hand turns me around by my elbow. Thinking it to be Zayd- the second I turn around I punch him straight in his nose.

"Ow bitch," a man probably in his mid-twenties groans, holding his nose as blood trickles down. Shit, I thought him to be Zayd!

"I'm so sorry," I tell him with an apologetic smile while he continues to curse at me. Poor guy. After saying sorry a couple more times, I turn around and begin my way home because it seemed as if he wanted to kill me.

What was I thinking? Yeah- Zayd. Anger again bubbles in my chest.

After a few more steps, I'm again turned around. This time when I turn around, it's the same guy from before. Except the blood has started to dry and he looks at me with a sinister smile.

My blood runs cold when his hand shoots to my throat.

"You slut," he says before squeezing my neck a little. My knee shoots up and hits him right where I hit Zayd. He falls on the ground, groaning and moaning in pain.

I've got a great reflex.

Ha! Take that, you asshole.

I smile at him before kicking him in his stomach. Now he'll know not to mess with me, I'm the queen of self-defence. Zayd would know.

Just when I am about to turn around, a motorbike pulls up and slides to block my way. Another guy? I pull my sleeves back, time to show them who the queen is. Then they'll know not to mess with me, especially when I'm mad.

The second the biker takes the helmet out, I lunge at him. Not because it's some other psycho, but because surprise, it's Zayd!

Zayd easily holds both of my wrists with a single hand and I glare at his hand. Why did he have to be so damn strong?

"Release me, you twat."

He surprisingly does what I say. My chest is still bubbling with anger so I decide it is better if I just leave, I don't want to waste my energy on him. However, his hand shoots to my wrist again when I'm about to go round the bike and continue.

"Climb on."

"You wish."

I'm about to bite his hand off when he gets off the bike. In a swift move, he holds my waist and lifts me only to male me straddle his bike. I'm about to jump off but he holds my hips and keeps me hostage.

"You.. you jerk-face. Let me go, I have nothing to do with you anymore!" I scream at his face. I notice that he has a black eye and a cut in his cheekbone.

"I asked you to stay there," he says blankly.

"You didn't ask me to and I wouldn't stay there anyway. Let me just go so that I can just 'stay the fuck out of your business'."

"No."

Deep breaths Alya, deep breaths.

"I didn't think I'd have to say this again but I was wrong. I hate you," I tell him, my nose flares in anger.

"Why the fuck are you so angry? I'm not the one who kissed Theo!"

"Seriously? I have nothing to say. Just let me go," I shake my head. He breathes heavily, my eyes fall on the black shirt he's wearing. I'm instantly reminded of the night at his place, it feels like it has been months already. My anger somewhat fades.

I find him looking at me. His hands have still not left my hips.

The man I kicked earlier is still on the ground, moaning in pain. I look at that man, not wanting to meet Zayd's eyes.

"I'll listen to you. Speak."

"Nah, I'll pass," I mumble, still looking at the man. I notice the wedding ring on his hand. I feel sorry for his wife, they're never going to be able to make their own babies.

Zayd turns my head by my chin and makes me look at him.

"Please." I look into his eyes- wrong move.

"I wasn't kissing Theo. We were hiding from er.. someone and there was little space so Theo had to keep his hand on either side of my head. Now, let me go."

He doesn't say anything, just looks deep into my eye like he's dissecting everything so he can see the truth by himself.

"I'm sorry."

"You're not forgiven. Let me go."

"No, forgive me." He gives me a hard look. I smile at him sweetly.

"How about I make out with Theo, in front of you, for five whole minutes? That'd be fair."

His hand on my hip tightens and he squeezes the hell out of my hips. I look at him sweetly.

"No."

"Then you're not forgiven, let me go."

He sighs and shakes his head before taking out his phone and pulling it to his ear. He says something about taking care of the guy who's still groaning and I have a feeling that this 'taking care' does not involve hospital or ice packs or anything of that sort, quite opposite actually.

Damn him for being sweet one minute and jerk, the next.

He again places his hand on my hips and steps closer.

"What I did was wrong," he starts, looking into my eyes and lowering his head so that our foreheads touch. "But I'm trying Alya. I want to make this work. Please forgive me."

Okay, how do you say no to that?

"I will, after kissing Theo- mmhm," I melt under him. He pulls me to him by my hips and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss. That is until I realize he kissed some other bimbo with the same mouth. I push him away.

He looks at me in confusion. I jump off his bike and give his chest a good punch.

"Ow."

And.. that would be me. Is he made out of rock or something? Damn, I think I broke my fist.

"Are you okay, babyg-"

"Shut up. How dare you kiss me with that mouth?"

"What-"

"You kissed the bimbo with that mouth," I grumble at him. He shakes his head in amusement. The audacity.

"You're jealous."

"I'm not."

"Aw there comes my little strawberry," he coos and leans down to kiss my red cheek before looking at me again.

"My babygirl's jealous." He gives a toothy grin. I glare at him.

"So are you then."

"I'm not."

"Daddy is jelly," I giggle. Zayd's eyes widen.

"Did you just call me daddy?" I laugh loudly while nodding my head, he chuckles with me.

"Fucking wild. I'm not jealous though."

"Fine, neither of us is jealous," I tell him. He nods his head.

"Yeah, we're not jealous. When do I get to kiss you?"

"I don't know, how about never?" I smile at him. His face falls, he looks like a child whose candy got stolen. This is like punishing myself though.

"Let's get you home," Zayd says before lifting me and placing me on his bike. He takes the helmet and puts it over my head. He looks at me for a while, I smile at him. He leans down and pecks my nose.

"Can we stop at your place? I want to see Leo."

"Sure," Zayd says before swinging his leg to the other side and settling down. He starts the motorbike. I crash into his back when he waltzes through the streets. I hold on to his torso in a death grip and bury my head on his back, does he want us to die?

I feel him chuckling and despite my scared state, I smile on his back.

Why was I mad at him again?

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