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Zane chuckled. “Yes.”
I rolled my eyes, finally pulling my hand away from his.
“So we celebrated my birthday, can we leave now?” I asked.
“What?” He scoffed. “Of course not. There is a lot to do.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“I don’t know, what do you normally do on birthdays?”
“Sulk at home.”
“Other than that.”
“Nothing.” I smiled sarcastically.
“Okay, works for me. Let’s do nothing.”
“I like to do nothing alone.”
“Unfortunately for you, you’re with me right now.”
“Zane, we have school. I have to sleep.”
“I have an idea,” he said. “Stay over tonight. Let’s go together.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“Why not?”
“Are you our of your mind? What makes you think I trust you enough to sleep here? Are you forgetting all you guys have done. to me?”
Zane narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You wanna go into that debate again?”
“Never mind,” he muttered.
“Take me home, Zane. Please. Thank you for this… attempt. It means something to me, if not a lot. But I need to go home now. won’t take me, I’ll go myself.” I started to walk away, but
If you he quickly moved to block my way.
“Okay, okay. Wait. I’ll take you.” He frowned. “At least accept your gift first.”
“What gift?”
“Wait here,” he said softly, then returned to the table. He bent down and retrieved something from under it, before returning to me. “Happy birthday, Lia.” He handed me the wrapped gift.
“What is this?” I asked, starting to open it.
“No wait, don’t open it here,” he said, taking hold of my wrists.
“Why?” I asked.
“Open it when you get home.”
“It’s not a bomb, is it?” I narrowed my eyes.
Now he shot me a look.
“Yes, Lia. It’s a bomb. I want to kill you, so I am gifting you a bomb that will burst when you unwrap it. I want to blow bits.”
I shrugged. “Wouldn’t surprise me if you did.” you to
Zane let go of my wrists and took my arms instead, pulling me slightly closer. “I have never wanted to hurt you, Lia. Ever. You have to believe me.”
“Why should I?” I asked. “Your friends have tormented me for years. How and why should I trust that you weren’t the mastermind behind it all?”
“I don’t know the how,” he said softly, “but I can give you a why.”
“Well?”
“It could be my birthday gift,” he said. “I arranged a mini party for you. And gave you a gift. I promise you’ll like it.”
“So in return for all this, you want me to believe that you never wanted to hurt me?”
“Yes.”
I stared up at him. “Why does it matter to you so much?” I whispered.
“You’ll understand. Eventually. I promise. For now, all I can tell you is that you’re safe. I don’t have any bad intentions towards you. And I promise you that my friends won’t bother you. anymore.”
I pushed his hands off of me. “You’re trying to compete with Blake, isn’t it? You’re doing the things he’s doing for me. You found out I went out with him on my birthday, so you arranged one too. He protects me from your friends, so now you wanna take credit for that too. Why are you competing with him? You’re playing a game, Zane.”
“What do you think I’m getting out of this?” he asked.
-LIA’S POV-
“I don’t know,” I shook my head, stepping away from him. “But there’s something for sure. Ever since Blake showed up, you’ve taken a complete turn. It’s like… you cannot see someone be kind to me. You cannot see me happy. As long as I was miserable, you did not spare a glance at me. But as soon as someone shows up for me, someone is kind to me, you want to ruin it.”
Zane ran a hand through his hair, looking away from me. “You really think that low of me?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I do.”
“Alright, then.” He nodded. “It’s fair, I guess. I can’t tell you the truth, and I can’t prove that you’re wrong. Not yet, at least. But you’ll realise it on your own soon enough. You don’t have to believe me, Lia. I’ll drop you home.”
Not yet? Soon enough? It all sounded like a load of bullshit.
“Thanks,” I said. “Can I keep this or you want it back?” I gestured to the gift in my hand.
Zane rolled his eyes and walked off without a word, towards the exit.
“Wait!” I quickly followed after.
Zane finally took me home, like he promised, the entire drive back awfully silent. I could feel his gaze on me from time to time, but he didn’t say anything, and neither did I. When we reached my place, I was quick to unbuckle my seatbelt, ready to leave before he’d change his mind. But before I could open the door, Zane grabbed my wrist.
I glanced at him, my heart racing once more.
“Relax,” Zane said softly. “I’m not doing anything.”
I swallowed, glancing down at our connected hands and then back at him.
“I just want to say that I’m sorry for taking you like this. I knew you wouldn’t go willingly, so I did what I had to.”
I slowly nodded, not really knowing what to say.
“I know, you’re probably very confused by what’s happening.”
“I am. Honestly,” I said.
“I get it,” he sighed. “Just know that I dont have any bad intentions for you. And I meant it when I said that my friends won’t bother you anymore. Blake or no Blake.”
“Thanks, I guess. Thank you for doing what you did.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, offering me a small smile. He let go of my hand. “Good bye, Lia. And good night. See you tomorrow.”
I smiled back at him, and then got out of the car. He watched me until I entered the house, after which I heard him drive away.
On the tips of my toes, I hurried back to my room and locked the door, allowing myself to finally relax.
What on earth was happening in my life?
First Blake, then Zane.
Why were boys being nice to me all of a sudden?
I glanced down at the gift in my hands, and walked over to my bed, sitting down. Tearing off the wrapping paper, I tossed it aside, frowning down at the rectangular box. When I opened it, I found a photo album inside.
My mouth fell open as soon as I saw the first picture inside.
It was of me, back when I was five, wearing a fairy dress and carrying a box in my hands. I remembered it was taken before the incident happened, but I never got it as I never dared to ask for it. He still had it. And he’d found it just to gift it to me.
I began flipping through the album, realising what he’d done. His gift was more mind-blwing than even a bomb would have been. Zane had collected pictures of me from everywhere; year books, school events, dances, parties, exhibitions, presentations. Anywhere a photograph was clicked of me, he’d found it and snuck it into the album.
The last page wasn’t a photograph, but had an envelope glued to it. I opened the envelope to find a hand written letter inside. The writing was most definitely Zane’s. I’d seen it before, whilst distributing marked homework.