Chapter 9

"Jason I will hit you so hard your momma feels it."

Jason gasped clutching his chest pretending to feel hurt. "You wouldn't!"

"Try me punk!" The cornor of her lips lifted into a smirk.

"Come on!" He took a huge swig of her soda.

"Stop it or ill leave you handless." She wiggled her index at him. "Buy your own!"

"Why would I." He winked. "When I have your own."

Its only been a couple of weeks since the two have ben friends but some how they formed a bond stronger than anything anyone has seen. They understood and knew each other like the back of their hands. The two were already inseperable its like they were childhoood bestfriends.

On the other hand there was Michael. The two were not on good terms it was clear to both Lamella and Jason. But the two refused to interfere knowing it was not their concern. The past few weeks were rough on Zamora. Her grades fell due to her poor performance in school. She knew her parents would be disappointed in her when the news reached heir ears. Her mom would get angry and probably insist on her recieving a tutor.

It was rather difficult for Zamora to focus on her studies. Opening her text books were like opening her thoughts to Michael. He was like a plague who entered her mind. Avoiding him was a waste of time and energy. Her dreams were haunted by the mysterious creature. His beautiful face was carved rom perfection and his piercing eyes pierced through her soul. A guy as mysterious and dangerous was hard to forget about none the lest resist.

It was a tarcher that she had to bear each and every single day of her life. Seeing Lamella and Michael together all lovey dovey kanoodling with each other. A bile would rise in the back of her throat knowing the two were an item and she would have to get used to seeing them intimate with each other. It was hard not to think about the two of them together. It was hard not to think about the two of them together. It was hard for Zamora not to think about the amazing face of Michael. Her heart was broken into tiny fragments. But how could she be heart broken when the man wasn't her's to begin with.

Life have thought her alot. You snooze you loose. Anything wanted in life must be fought for. But she knew it was too late for that. Her chance to fight for Miichael were lost.

There were times she felt as if there was something wrong with herself. Always wanting things she couldn't have and things that didn't belong to her. Michael didn't belong to her and she couldn't have him. What on earth was she was she thinking to let her guards down. Being with Michael was against the rules. After all he was the forbidden fruit.

How pathetic of her to think she could have a man far more better and purposeful than she was and will ever be. Whose beauty never failed to overthrow the deceitful watchers. Without a doubt she knew they would never be the perfect match. In her line of vision Lamella and Michael were the perfect couple. They were mean't to be .

Life shapes and changes the way people think. Zamora knew that she knew not everyone was mean't to have a soulmate or find love. But everyone is entitled to happiness. Her feelings for michael over time. Because that was the purpose of time. To heal but scars always remained as a reminder of the pain.

The guy was so different. Within the space of weeks was able to know everythin about the group but no one knew a thing about him. The guy was a complete mystery.

Zamora was tugged from her thoughts when Michael took his seat beside Lamella greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. Zamora almost puke. Rolling her eyes she stormed out of the cafeteria like the spoilt brat she was. Tears welled in her eyes. She recalled herself young and naive. Crying over her cousin's toys that were vividly not her own. Her mom would pull her aside and scold her about it. It seems all her momma's teachings went down the drain since her daughter failed to learn. Here she was making the same mistake. Crying over a man that wasn't her's. How selfish of her to even have the slightest bit of jealousy. She Knew better so better is what she was expected to do.

She laughed bitterly to herself. Thinking back to a before Michael came into the picture. Things were not perfect but ateast she didn't feel crazy. Even a word to her mom about her problems would place her in a compromising position with both her paents knowing where she would end up. Therapy was not on her list. The thought of her Grandmother's disappointed face was enough to make her reconsider telling her mom. Her mom never kept her mouth. She was always babbling with her relatives about her family problems. Zamora knew her Grandmother was aware of the incident with her brother already. She wondered why she haven't barged into their house with a book of questions to throw at her. She rolled her eyes. Just thinking about he grandmother was enuugh to get her upset. She wasn't their favourite child. She didn't care though.She was glad she wasn't given as much attentio as her lying brother. She enjoyed not being around the fake people they called family.

As she entered the restroom. The face of an unrecognizable girl came into view. Her eyes held back too much hurt too much pain. Her eyes was enough to show how distant she was from the rest of the world. A tear slipped from the cornor of her eye. What was she doing? How did her life come to this? A month ago she could care le if men exist. Her studies were more important. Here she was with baggy eyes outlined by dark circles considering she's pretty or perfect for a man she can't have. A man she has grown overly obsessed with.