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I began to panic inside. I can not get that thought out of my head. I never check guys out. Especially not guys who are like Zeke Anderson. I glanced down at the hand that was all bandaged up on my lap. That's like the nicest thing he's ever done to me.

More like the only nice thing he's done.

I brought my good hand up to my hair and ran my fingers through it. I grabbed my phone out of his hand when I remembered that he still had my phone. I unlocked the screen and entered into the Wattpad app. I went into my library and clicked on Rejecting the Alpha.

I sat there staring at the screen waiting for it to load, hoping that I wouldn't need internet for it. When the story popped up, I pumped my fist in the air. "Yes!" I exclaimed with a huge smile.

Zeke rose his eyebrow and leaned over to look at my phone. "Why are you reading during a time like this?" he asked.

"Why are you annoying at a time like this?" I shot back.

He shook his head and bit his lip, trying to hold in a snide remark. "See I always knew you were a nerd, reading when we're in a situation where we could possibly die."

I rolled my eyes at him. "We were playing 20 questions earlier. This is no different except there would be a less chance of getting caught since we won't be talking."

He crossed his arms across his chest and glared at me. "Don't be smart with me." he warned me, pointing his index at me.

I slapped his hand away. "Like I said yesterday, don't point those things at me. Who knows where they've been." Then I smirked, "And let me guess, if I acted smart would it just make you look dumb?"

His eyes darkened and before I knew it, his body was on top of mine, straddling me. My back was pressed against the cold, tiled, linoleum floor. The palms of his hands were on the floor by my hand, trapping me between them.

His face mere inches away. He was so close that I could feel his heart beat against his chest. It was beating fast. Why? I have no clue. His breath fanned my face. "I told you not be smart." His voice was deadly and his whole facade screamed danger. But it didn't faze me at all.

"What? You want me to act dumb?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. I was surprised at how confident I sounded. The feeling of his body against mine didn't affect me.

"That would be preferred." he grinned.

"So you want me to act like you?" I teased with a cocked eyebrow.

He forced his body down onto mine a little harder. "What was that, freak?" he gritted out. I knew he wasn't angry, just playing around. So I didn't feel intimidated by him at all. He lowered his face so that his nose was lightly grazing my neck.

What the hell is he doing?

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking a little bit.

"Getting you back for calling me dumb." he replied. His hot breath fanned my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my toes curl in my shoes.

"Why?"

"Is it working?" He slowly moved his lower abdomen. What is this feeling? I've never felt it before. Is this what those characters in Wattpad stories feel? I tried pushing him off of me but he was too heavy and wouldn't budge.

I squirmed underneath him. He pulled back and stared at me in the eyes. His eyes looked different then they normally did. They were darker than normal. Is that the way characters from Wattpad stories described it. Lust?

I shook my head. Noooo that can't be it.

"Do I have an affect on you?" he asked with a smirk.

"No." I spat. "I just feel very uncomfortable."

He sighed and climbed off of me. He sat up with his legs sticking out in front of him. I sat up and fixed my hoodie that had ridden up when Zeke was doing what ever that was.

We sat there in an awkward silence. What was I suppose to say? I don't even know what happened. Since I didn't know what to do, I decided to just go with making a small talk since Zeke seemed to be uncomfortable. Probably because he thought he just embarrassed himself when his actions did affect me in a way I couldn't decipher.

"So....that was awkward." I muttered more to myself but I knew he heard me. "Do you have any siblings?"

He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. "Yeah I have a little sister who's 10." he replied with a small smile.

"Awww. That's cute. I wish I had a little sister." I mumbled the last part.

"Do you have any siblings?" he asked curiously.

"Had." I corrected him. The smile on his face faded and he sent me a guilty look.

"I'm so-" he started but I cut him off.

"Don't finish that sentence. I don't like feeling other people's pity. It's not your fault that it happened." I told him with a weak smile. Then the smile disappeared as memories flashed through my mind. I shook them away as a small tear slid down my cheek.

I swallowed before continuing, "I had a brother. He was the best brother ever." I held back a sob. "He was two years older than me. It happened three years ago. I was in 9th grade. I was only 14 when it happened."

Another tears slipped from my eye. "I've only got my father left. Thus the reason why I have to make it through this without dying."

I saw his eyes become glossy. Why is he crying?

"What happened?" he asked in a whisper.

I sucked in a deep breath. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I mean, we're not close or even friends and it's none of my business."

"No, I'll tell you. After today, if we live, you and I can go back to our old lives and forget that this ever happened. Just, if you ever use this against me when we're arguing, I would never be able to forgive you because it would be low even for you." I flashed him a serious look.

I saw hurt flash through his eyes, but I looked away. I'm probably just assuming things. "Ok...." I heard him mumble.

"So we were coming home from my brother's football game and our car got hit by a drunk driver. Our car flipped over and it got totaled. Both my brother and mother died that night even before the ambulance came." I bit back a sob.

"I remember looking at my father's face when we realized what happened. We both had horrified expressions. When we saw my mom and my brother laying on the ground unconscious with blood all over their bodies, we cried. I can never get their images out of my head. I remember crawling across the ground to get to my mom. I got glass pieces stuck in my skin and they were bleeding, but I didn't care.

I felt like that night I lost a big part of me. Now its just my dad and I and there's still moments when we just sit with each other, crying over our broken family. My brother and I weren't just your normal brother and sister. We were really close. We told everything to each other. He also had a girlfriend who's now in college and she was heart broken when she found out that her boyfriend died.

It was really hard for us. When we went to the hospital, I found out that I had a broken rib and a broken leg. That's why I walked around school with crutches. Many people bullied me those couple months I had them, which only made it harder for me to get through the loss of my mom and brother." I paused for a second to choke back a sob.

Zeke looked like he about to say something, but I cut him off before he could say anything, "The doctors told me that I would be left with PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder if you didn't know what it stood for, but it doesn't seem to affect me as much as it used to but I still have my moments when I have nightmares."

More tears slid down my cheeks at the flashbacks I was receiving in my mind. "That's why I can't die today. I have to be there for my dad. I can't leave him like my mom and brother did."

My tears began to flow down even more. I sobbed into the sleeve of my hoodie. I felt a hand on my back and it gently rubbed circles against it. I knew it was Zeke.

I was in such a vulnerable state, the only option for him was to console me. Either that or tease me. But I feel like Zeke and I have a better understanding of each other.

"The only reason why I've been bullying you was because I was jealous." He admitted. "I was jealous of your life. I thought you were little miss perfect. I thought your life was perfect."

Then his eyes met mine. "Now I realized that I was wrong. And I'm really sorry."

I flashed him a weak smile. "It's okay. You didn't know. I was pretty good at hiding my problems. And besides, I was mean back so we're equal."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my balls hate you. I wouldn't be surprised if they have bruises on them because you've kicked me like three times in the past two days."

I let out a laugh. "Thanks for lifting the mood." I thanked him by lightly punching his shoulder.

"I'm not lifting the mood for me." He pouted as he began rubbing his area with the palm of his hand.

I watched him do it. I don't know why, but I did. He rose his eyebrow with a smirk. "You wanna rub it for me?" He asked as he attempted to grab my hand.

I yanked my hands to my chest with a disgusted look. "Ewwwww you perv."

"Come on. I know you want to." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"You wish."

"I'll keep wishing, babe" he said with a wink.

My heart started beating harder and my stomach did a small flip.

The hell?

I shook the feeling away and glowered at him with an eye roll for special effect.

I was about to say something when the sound of someone pounding on the door made me freeze.

My eyes snapped towards Zeke. His expression mirrored mine. My heart started beating erratically while I began to shake with fear.

The pounding got louder and harder and soon the sound of the door breaking made me jump and bite back a shriek.

Holy shit.....