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“And electricity wasn’t?” He narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t laugh when you said that.”
“Alright, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologise for blessing my ears with that sound,” he said, staring at me intently. “You’re… perfect, Lia.”
I absentmindedly tried to push my glasses up my nose with my free hand, then realised I wasn’t wearing them today.
“We… we should go home now,” I said. “It’s getting late, and I’m really sleepy.”
“It’s only eight,” he frowned.
“I know, I was up all night.”
“Why?”
“Crazy story, a wolf broke into my house.”
Now his face hardened, all gentleness and amusement vanishing in a second. “What?”
“I know how it sounds, but my broken bedroom door can advocate for it. I did not imagine it, I swear.”
“I believe you,” he stated, his expression unreadable. “Why didn’t you tell me this before? Did he hurt you?”
“No, it didn’t,” I replied. “I don’t know if it was a he or a she.”
“Right. Why didn’t you tell me, Lia? How did you get rid of it?” he asked, full of concern.
“I… didn’t. It just left.”
“Well, what did it do? Did it see you?”
I wondered how it’d sound if I told him.
“I think it wanted to eat me then decided I didn’t smell good enough.”
His face hardened further. “It smelled you?”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
Now I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean where did it smell you?”
“How does it matter?”
“Because it does,” he snapped, slamming his hand on the table.
I flinched, my eyes widening.
Blake sighed, putting a hand to his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He reached forward to take my hand in his, but quickly pulled it away. “Lia, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I snapped at you. I’m just thinking what could’ve happened to you. Why didn’t you tell me? Please call me if something like that ever happens again. I’m here for you, Lia. Always.”
I released a slow breath, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine, Blake. Don’t worry. Nothing happened.”
“I’ll stay with you tonight, just to make sure you’re safe,” he declared.
“No, you can’t do that. My parents aren’t here. If they show up they’ll ground me forever.”
“I’ll explain the situation to them.”
“I’m not gonna tell them, Blake. It won’t happen again it was just an odd incident. You can’t stay over tonight.”
Zane’s words replayed in my head, and somehow, I knew he meant it. He would kill Blake if he showed up and he was there.
Although, wouldn’t that be safer for me?
No, I didn’t think Zane meant me any real harm. If anything happened, I’d call Blake then.
“Lia, please,” Blake begged, getting off his chair and approaching mine. He knelt on the ground before me, taking my hands in his. “Let me stay with you. At least until your parents aren’t here.”
“Blake,” I sighed, “I promise you, I’ll call if something like that. happens again. Immediately.”
He opened his mouth to argue further, then stopped. “Alright. I’ll come immediately, okay? Do not hesitate for even a second.”
“I won’t,” I promised.
He smiled, then stood up. “Let’s go now. You should rest.”
We left the restaurant after Blake paid, and he drove me home. He also walked me to the door, and made me promise one more time that if anything went wrong, I would call him instantly. After I reassured him multiple times, he finally agreed to leave.
I closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. My gaze fell on the flowers he had brought me.
Today was beyond perfect. It was so much more than anything I could have imagined.
Blake was truly amazing.
I pushed off the door, a smile plastered on my face as I made my way to the kitchen. Absentmindedly humming a tune, I poured myself a glass of water, my heart warm.
“Someone’s looking happy.”
Zane’s voice made me gasp, and I dropped the glass of water onto the floor. I swiftly turned around to find him inside my kitchen, leaning against the wall as though he owned the place.
“Zane,” I whispered, my eyes wide. “How-how did you get in?”
“Same way I did yesterday,” he replied, pushing off the wall and walking towards me.
I started to back away, ending up with the small of my back against the kitchen counter. Zane closed the space between us, placing his hands on either side of me. He leaned in, and I leaned away, my hands shivering.
“What did you guys do together?” he asked.
“That’s-that’s none of your business, Zane,” I replied. I didn’t even have my phone on me. It was in my purse which I’d left on the table outside.
“It absolutely is, Lia.”
“Why?” I asked, my heart hammering in my chest.
He narrowed his eyes. “Why not?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but stopped. That was… that was such a stupid question.
“You….. we’re not even friends! You hate me. Why do you care?”
Zane raised a brow. “Who said I hate you? I have never hated you at all, Lia.”
“Because you’re indifferent to my existence,” I replied. “Or…. were. I don’t understand what you want from me now. You look high, Zane. Your eyes look weird. Please leave me alone. Please get out of my house.”
“Hm,” he said softly, leaning in closer. “And if I don’t?”
I placed my hands on his chest to push him away. But it wasn’t much use. I couldn’t move the guy even an inch.
“Zane, please,” I said, swallowing hard. “You’re scaring me.”
Zane clicked his tongue twice. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Love.”
“Please, Zane. Get away from me-
My sentence was interrupted by a loud crash, the sound of my front door being broken down. Zane moved instantly, standing in front of me protectively, turning away.
“Lia!” Blake said, entering the kitchen. His gaze fixed on Zane, and his face turned hard. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Zane relaxed when he saw him. “Oh it’s just you.”
“Get away from her!” Blake yelled, and charged towards us.
-LIA’S POV-
Zane acted immediately, not wasting a single second. The boys clashed a small distance away from me, both of them seething with rage. I covered my mouth, my eyes wide as I watched them. Blake threw the first punch, effectively drawing blood from Zane’s lip. Zane threw one of his own, and a crack was heard from Blake’s nose.
“Please!” I cried, tears filling my eyes. Why were they even fighting? What was wrong with both of them?
They ignored me, grabbing each other’s necks, both of them. breathing hard. Zane kicked Blake in the leg, causing him to drop to his knee, and then raised his fist to punch him.
“Zane, no!” I shouted, making him pause.
As soon as he froze, Blake attacked, tackling Zane to the ground and climbing on top of him. My heart ached in my chest as Blake threw punch after punch on Zane’s face, who did not hit him back, his gaze fixed on me.