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And the worst part is… deep down, inside those dark, little crevices that I swear no one will ever see, is the fact that I liked it.
Maybe I should be locked up in a psych ward.
"Well, good luck trying to figure me out. I can't even do that," I mutter, trying my best not to let him intimidate me. Our close proximity does nothing to help, or the fact he's looking at me like he's watching me in the fitting room all over again.
Zayn grins at me. "I plan on having so much fun learning. In fact, I reckon I could find those parts of you that even Ash hasn't seen. I'll tell you a secret though…"
"What?" I ask hesitantly.
He leans his head down further, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love the dark parts. The parts that most people shy away from. I think they are the best parts of people, and I reckon yours will be fucking beautiful."
My eyes flutter closed before I can stop them. I've forgotten about the people walking past the tiny gap in between the buildings, and as for Asher and Jenny…. fuck them.
I can't believe Asher has the audacity to corner me, tell me he still loves and misses me, then goes straight back to her. Nothing has fucking changed. He's still the same selfish asshole he always was. What did Blake call it? Having his cake and eating it too? Blake was a bastard, but at least he spoke the truth. He's right… Asher just wants it all, and fuck who gets left in the wake of his destruction.
Finally, I regain some control back.
"Zayn?" I mutter.
"Hm?"
I open my eyes and shove him back into the adjacent wall. He grins at me in response, clearly loving the reactions he gets from me. It's leaving me at a loss because no matter how I react,he reacts.
"Don't fucking touch me. I'm done playing games with all of you."
Zayn tips his head back, looking towards the blue sky. He's deep in thought, and I'm torn between watching him, and checking if the coast is clear. But even as hard as I try, I can't look away from him. He's like a beautiful fucking disaster waiting to happen. You know a catastrophe is coming, but you want to watch.
"Rylee," he teases, and I know what's coming even before the words come out of his mouth. "Play a game with me. Go on… I know you're brave enough to take me on."
He's pulling the competitive strings in me, challenging me… he knows I hate losing or appearing weak. And he's willing to use that as his advantage.
"No," I force out.
"One game. No other players. Just us. Seriously, what's the worst that can happen?"
Why the fuck did I agree to this?
I mean, I haven't agreed to anything yet. But he dared me to have coffee with him.Privately.
Sure, mask it as something for my benefit, but we all know it's a ploy to get me alone.
I must be a glorified idiot and glutton for punishment. But seeing Asher and Jenny, pushed me to the edge. And Zayn challenging me, threw me off the edge. Because immediately, I had a point to prove. I wanted to prove to myself that Asher Taylor can't touch me… that he can't hurt me.
Anything that would give me the chance towinwas like drugs to an addict. And I'm the addict looking for her next fix.
"Where the hell are we?" I ask, looking around the tiny, dilapidated shack.
We had grabbed our coffees to go, and I was instructed to drive us to this serial killer home on the outskirts of town. It's a tiny cottage, but the paint has long peeled, and the furniture sheet covers are so old and dusty, I have to wonder how long they have sat here.
"Don't be thrown off by the dust and dirt, it's really quite… cozy," Zayn says, pulling the sheets off.
Underneath the first sheet is a couch, which is surprisingly in good condition. He pulls off a few more sheets revealing a coffee table, lamp and a chaise.
The sheets are clearly a decoy, because the furniture looks almost brand new. The one-room cottage has a sink in the corner, and I'm repulsed by thoughts that there's no toilet or shower.
"Is this yours?" I ask, walking around the coffee table as I examine the room.
"Nope," Zayn says simply, "But I've claimed it. Quite nice, don't you think?"
