CHAPTER 45

"Hey Blaire, do you know why burping is better than farting?"

I paused from whatever I was doing and eyed the boy in front of me as if he was sprouting elvish.

I didn't know what was funnier. The fact that this boy had been following me around art class talking my ears off with bazaar enquiries or the hideous pineapple he has drawn on the canvas beside me that was supposed to a portrait of Jenna, our classmate.

"No. Why?" I derisive along with his supposed pretentious questions that I found rather annoying.

He grinned. "Why fart and waste it while you can burp and taste it!" he doubled over laughter once he answers his own ludicrous question as if it were the funniest thing on earth.

I looked at him incredulously "Ha.Ha.Ha." I mocked sharply.

He paused as an unsatisfied scowl took over his face when he noticed my mundane response to his supposed awesome joke. He mumbled something incorrectly and looked away.

I rolled my eyes and resumed painting the wonderful art in front of me.

"Hey Blaire, Why did--"

"Do you wanna hear something from me?" I cut him off impatiently, desperate to get his mouth shut. I neatly placed my brush dabbed with paint on the palate beside me and gave my undivided attention to him.

He blinked. "Okay."

I sighed and put my right hand into my pocket and fished out something. I bought my fist towards him, urging him to put his hand forward, so he could take whatever I had in my hand.

He reluctantly put his right palm forward.

"Hey Zayn, I found your nose," I started and gave him his supposed nose.

"It was in my business." I finished the joke and picked up my brush and resumed doing the strokes in my painted figure's hair.

He blinked once. Twice. And he doubled over in laughter as if there was no tomorrow.

Everyone in the room paused and looked over to my cretin partner, who was on the ground clutching his stomach, laughing so hard.

I shook my head slightly in disapproval and smiled sheepishly at my classmates before mumbling a small 'sorry' and gave my hand for Zayn to take so he could stop cleaning the floor with his shirt.

He took my hand and stood up still with a loop side grin on his face that never seemed to leave.

I glared at him.

"Why are you even here?!" I seethed through gritted teeth as I kept my eyes glued to my canvas. I didn't want to risk getting caught again.

"You don't even take Art!" I deadpan as my eyes widen.

He seemed to let out a grin. "I do from now." He admitted. I rolled my eyes and fixed my gaze at the hair of Jenna on the canvas that I seemed not to get right.

I bit my lip as a small smile threatened to sneak out when I thought about Zayn's hideous endeavor to stick around me wherever I go within the school campus.

The bell rang with its sharp tone signaling the end of the period. I sighed and covered my unfinished canvas with a cloth bent down to pick up my bag before slinging it over my shoulders.

I walked out of class. And headed straight into the girl's washroom. Of course, Zayn followed me there too.

"What the frick is wrong with you?" I hissed. He smiled at me innocently and shrugged. I narrowed my eyes at him and averted my gaze to the Girl's washroom sign which Zayn seemed to thankfully follow.

His mouth formed an 'o' as he comprehended the situation. He nodded and gestured me to go inside like the gentlemen he was.

I arched my brow at him before turning around hot on my heels and got inside one of the cubicles to finish my business.

I came out and stopped on my tracts to see Zayn waiting for me near the entrance. I sighed and walked forward.

It's not like I can escape out of the window or.... Wait.

I grinned evilly as the thought came up. I was about to turn around but froze when Zayn noticed me and grinned as he waved me over.

My face fell. Or not.

I pursed my lips and walked along with him to the cafeteria.

"This company you are generously providing certainly doesn't make me feel good," I commented as we joined the queue to get our food. He rolled his eyes.

"Your senses must have dulled. What are you talking about? Everyone enjoys my company. There was this one time I talked to a bunch of people at a party. Their eyes welled up as they kneeled down and begged God to take their souls, cause they felt that their lives were complete now, that I talked with them."

I scoffed. "They must have been drunk."

"Well, yea. We were in a party. What do you except?"

I narrowed my eyes. "And you do realize that their sense must have dulled due to over-consumption of alcohol, right?"

He scoffed. "Overconsumption of Alcohol?! What? They had like two shots... Or five... or like a jug of beer... I don't know."

I crossed my arms across my chest before aching my brow. His hid his pink cheeks as looked away with pursed lips.

I grinned and shuffled his hair.

"I admire the way you embarrass yourself in front of me without even trying every damn time."

He gave me a cheeky smile. "I try." He retorted and winked at me before turning back to the counter with the old grumpy lady that served lunch, who always seemed to see the world over her nose glasses.

"I'll have a..." Zayn drawled out as he scanned the menu above him. "Ah! I'll have three slices of margarita pizzas and a diet coke, please." Zayn ordered.

My stomach decided to growl at that moment. Lord, I'm so hungry. I can hardly feel my esophagus.

"I thought it's said to always have ladies first," I stated as I peeked over Zayn's shoulder as I drooled at the last three margarita slices been bought my Zayn. I frowned. I didn't have any lift.

"Well, when were you ever a lady?" he retorted. I opened my mouth to talk.

"But, when was I ever a gentleman either?" He cut me off and smirked as he cashed out his lunch. I pursed my lips as if I were considering the thought and nodded.

"Touché."

He winked before moving out of my way. It was my time to order.

I pursed my lips as I scanned over the menu.

It isn't like I have anything to buy that I like. Zayn already bought my favorites. And there is no way he'll share me his food.

My gaze lingered over the 'Dry chicken meatballs with fries and a side of dip'. Ironically, that was Zayn's favorite. I noticed this more than a couple times at lunch at his tray.

Well, it doesn't sound bad either.

"I'll have the number five with an iced lemon tea, please." I smiled politely at the lady who ignored the gesture and bargained the cost in her robotic voice.

"That'll be 5.99 dollars." She spoke. I nodded and gave her five dollars.

"Keep the change." I threw over my shoulder after I hurriedly grabbed my tray and walked over to the nearest free table with Zayn hot on his tails.

I dumped the tray on the table and sat on my chair. I eyed the food I had bought with a sigh.

I watched as Zayn switched our trays except for our drinks. I looked over at his face that seemed to have a genuine smile.

"You look like I could snap you like a twig. Eat up, champ." He said as he dug into his lunch. I dropped my gaze towards the pizzas and grinned.

"Okay," I said and grabbed one of the slices before taking a big bite. I moaned as the flavor of the Greek cheese seeped into my taste buds.

I heard Zayn chuckle as he choked on his drink. Mirth danced in his eyes.

"I never knew a slice of pizza could make you moan like that." He commented as he wiped off his mouth with a tissue.

I shrugged and continued to gobble up my treat. He shook his head disbelief as he looked over to his own food before grinning and finishing the last of his fries.

I grabbed my last slice as thoughts consumed me.

The day before, I and Israel had filled up dad with whatever that had been going on recently with Adham then. He listened to everything carefully and fully understood everything.

One thing that pissed me off was how Israel refused to tell us what their gang was planning that was supposedly for our good.

I scoffed at that. Leave that for us to judge what good and bad for us.

No matter how much I coerced him, that it was okay to tell me, he wouldn't budge. Well, I'm gonna find about that anyways. So, left him off hook for that.

They had also dropped the bomb that I was to change schools. The Mehsoufs had told me that they must keep me safe after the Grand auction no matter what. After whatever they had evasively planned, they predicted it was going to be hard for both me and them.

They couldn't lose me simply in school after a lot of measures they had taken.

So, they had told me to drop out of this school, for now. They hadn't decided whether I was going to be homeschooled or just going to be shipped of shores to study.

Both the ways... Just peachy.

And with no say in that, I had done the first thing I could do after our little excursion.

I went up to my best friend, or more like my only friend at school, and let out everything about it.

I mean, not everything. Just the fact I'll no longer be able to come to school there in a while.

I still remember each and every moment during that conversation we had. Something about it just seemed..... Unconvincing?

I don't know. Maybe it's just that I saw things differently under all the pressure I'm going through, or I'm seeing things.

I chewed on the end of my pen as I peeked over at Zayn who was flirting with the girl seated on his other side.

I rolled my eyes and elbowed him to his side. He acted out impulse where his right palm urged to his 'bruised' side as he supposedly hollered in pain. He earned another one of my signature eye rolls.

"Geez Woman! What have I done now?" he whined as he stopped talking with the girl and signed up to give his undivided attention to me. The girl didn't take it well considering the huge scowl that invaded her face.

"Nothing. You have done nothing. Except for trying to slitter in the pants of anyone that has a vagina." I paused. "Maybe, the world will be out of those kinds, so you bat the other way too?" I retorted as I crossed my legs over the other and played with the cap of the pen.

Mirth danced in his eyes. "Did you just call me a Bisexual Manwhore?"

I shrugged and snickered. "Maybe."

He shook his head in disbelief and grinned. "Whatever. Well, you don't simply thrust your elbow into my side for no reason." He paused. "Unless you're jealous of her." He snickered as he gestured the girl who was now behind him.

He earned both scoffs from both me and Miss. Moody over there.

"You do realize that is a reason right?"

He blinked. "No." He whispered. "I didn't."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright. Well, you were right, I did call you for a reason. I actually have something very important I need to say to you," I whispered the last part not talking my eyes of the girl who seemed to be hearing into our conversation.

Zayn glanced at the girl and nodded his head.

"Alright. What is it?" He asked once we came out of the classroom, out of the building.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. "I'm gonna change schools," I told quickly and peeked one of my eyes at him to see his reaction.

He looked, surprisingly...calm?

Something flashed past his eyes for a brief second before he regained his composure.

His eyes wavered as he said. "Y-Yeah? Why? You C-can't just leave me here!"

I seemed surprised by his odd behavior.

I couldn't pinpoint what was really up with him.

Was it he found it that distressing that he couldn't even look at me in the eyes. Or is he hiding something from me? Or did he just get something in his eyes from the blowing wind?

I snorted thinking about that. Probably the last one.

After a few minutes, he came back to his usual self and vowed himself that he wouldn't leave my side until I go so he could make the most of it. And... That's why I'm being followed.

The ringtone of my phone broke into my train of thoughts.

I frowned. Who'll be calling me now?

I glanced at Caller ID that flashed across the screen. A grin broke onto my face when I noticed it was Sean. I picked up the call.

"BLAIRE! OH, MY GOD! YOU ARE ALIVE! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" Sean blew up the line.

I chuckled. "Well, hello to you too!"

He growled playfully. "You didn't pick up your calls or answer my just over gazillion texts." He whispered.

I sighed.

"Look, I'm really sorry. It's just.... I have a lot going on now. And... It's kind of important... Well, yea..." I drawled out, not really knowing what to say without leaking anything out. "But I'm okay. Don't worry about me." I spoke quickly before he scurries here.

"Okay." He spoke softly. "If you say so."

There was a pregnant pause.

"OH MY GOD! BLAIRE GUESS WHAT?!" Sean blew up the line once again. I chuckled.

This boy sure does have bipolar issues.

"What?" I said before biting my lip from laughing out loud.

He seemed to take a deep breath. "ITHINKIGOTABOYFRIEND."

"What?" I asked incredulously. He sighed.

"I think I got a boyfriend." He spoke softly and inhaled sharply.

I smiled softly. "I'm happy you're doing well. But are you sure he isn't like that other boy? Xavier?" I enquire, concerned.

"Yup." He said. "I'm very sure. Dave seems to be a nice guy." He breathed out. "And I really want you to see him. How about tomorrow?" He proposed.

I took in a sharp breath. Tomorrow was the Great Auction.

"Uh..." I drawled out. "Look, You know I would love to meet Dave. But I'm not very sure about tomorrow. I have some Er... plans." I lied. Well, technically I didn't.

"Okay." he seemed to understand. "Then when?"

"I'll call you," I assured. I averted my gaze from my lap to the seat in front of me.

I frowned when I noticed Zayn nowhere to be found. I looked down to see his bag missing and his tray eaten clean.

"Look, I got to go now," I spoke into the line. "I'll call you," I promised and cut the line with a frown.

Where did he escape off to?

"Get up. We gotta go." Spoke a voice above me. I lifted my head up from my sitting and faced a very pissed Israel.

My eyes widen.

"I-Israel!" I squeaked and looked around the cafeteria to see almost everyone had their eyes glued to him. Some looked at me in disgust. I fixed my gaze back to him.

"Go? Where? And what the hell are you doing in my school?" I hissed as I picked up my bag. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as I saw a huge ass vied bulge in my forehead.

Is it weird that I found that hot?

"Blaire, baby, look we really need to get going." He spoke almost as if he was calming himself down. He looked scary.

Okay then.

I nodded my head timidly and shuffled behind him like a lost mouse as he strutted his way out of the building.

I glanced behind me at Zayn's empty seat.

Maybe he went to the washroom?

No. I'm pretty sure he didn't. He wouldn't leave me alone like that. Or even if he did, I would have seen him on the way outside.

I sighed and turned back and resumed following My pissed Off partner with my best friend Nowhere to be found.

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I burned my gaze onto the side of Israel's head whose calm composure he held while driving, seem to abate.

He sighed. "You know, it's extremely rude to stare without my concern."

"So, you want me to ask your permission the next time I decide to stare at you?"

He shook his head. "No, I didn't mean it like that."

"Okay," I said and continued to stare at him. He heaved a breath as he turned around the corner.

"Your hostility towards opposition to whatever I say doesn't turn me on."

I scoffed. "Well, that seemed to be the acquisition I could excel."

"Alright. What is it that's bothering you? Are you alright?"

I made a face. "Oh, me? Oh no! I'm doing just fine. My boyfriend had barged into my school and demanded I get into his car to go somewhere. And he won't even tell me where. Throughout the drive, he gives me this silent treatment that I truly enjoy. That doesn't seem Anomaly at all. Just peachy."

He sighed before pulling over the car under the shade of a tree. He put on the handbrake and hurriedly took over his seat belt.

"What are you do--"

His lips molded mine as he bought his palms towards my face, rubbing my delicate skin. I reluctantly looped my arms over his neck and kissed him back.

I dug my fingers into his thick hair as I softly moaned when he pulled me against him roughly as his hands dangerously traveled downwards.

I lowly whined in protest when his hand pinched my lower back, playfully. I tried to pull away, only to get pulled back into him and kissed avidly again.

I kissed him back breathlessly as my hands traveled downwards to his chest and pushed him away. He seemed to get it and moved back.

"What was that for?" I asked with a frown as I tried to fix my shirt and my messed up hair.

"You called me your boyfriend."

I blinked. "What?"

"You called me your boyfriend." He repeated. "You had said 'My boyfriend had barged into my school and demanded I get into his car to go somewhere.'" He recited.

I eyed him. "Okay?"

Then the though hit me like bricks. We never mutually agreed on that.

"Sorry?" I changed my answer as my face seemed to heat up slightly. He grinned and shook his head.

"I was actually to bring that up. I was just unsure if you'll answer with Demur." He admitted and took in a deep breath.

"Blaire, will you be my girlfriend?"

I blinked. "What?"

"I'm pretty sure you heard what I said." He said with a sigh.

I processed whatever he said.

"Well, isn't that the most romantic dating proposal ever recorded," I commented sarcastically. His face seemed to pale as he opened his mouth to speak.

"But it's alright. I understand the situation you and I are in. So, okay."

"Okay? Okay as in you understand? Or 'okay' that you'll be my girlfriend?"

"Both" I spoke quickly. "Although, dominating me over to get in the car with you and then kiss the hell out of me and then ask me out, wasn't really a good strategy, I can't really ignore the feelings I have for you. So, Yea. I'll be your girlfriend."

He seemed accomplished as he grinned and leaned over only to be pushed back.

"Tsk tsk." I leaned away myself. "You need to tell me why you bought me here. I know you're not that hopeless to get me here just to ask me out."

He sighed and nodded.

He took in a deep breath and looked at me. "Remember that the great auction scheduled tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yeah. What about that?"

He closed his eyes. "It was preponed. The Great Auction is tonight. And I'm here to take you there."

Well, Fuck.

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