Chapter 10

"What's been bothering you Zamora?" Jason asked. He had grown overly concern about about the girl. There relationship only started for about a month but he became so attached to her. He could read her like the back of his hand. He knew when she was troubled or bothered by something.

"You seem troubled." His voice was gentle as he spoke.

He had to admit she was the sweetest little thing. The way she fiddled around with her fingers. Looking everywhere else other than him. She bit onto her lips, chewing it. It was a new found habit she developed. It was only done whenever she got nervous about a certain situation.

"Am fine." She smiled but it didn't meet her eyes and faltered very quickly despite the effort she used to make it.

"Don't lie to me Zamora." He wiggled his index finger at her, scolding her like a child who stole cookie from a cookie jar.

She gulped nervously. Jason was no fool and she was aware. The guy could sense she was lying. And lying to a over thinker would lead nowhere. Zamora Kew he would get to the bottom of it once and for all.

"What are you thinking about Zamora?" She was tugged from her pensive thought.

Zamora sighed. "Nothing."

"Come on Zamora I know when you are hiding something." He reached for her hand across the table.

"Could you just stop bothering me." She rolled her eyes at him childishly.

"Is it Michael?" He asked sternly.

"No! Of course not." Her eyes went wide at the sound of his name.

"You are well aware of the fact that I'm not blind right?" He quirked his eyebrows at her. The corner of his lips lifted into a smirk.

"Its not Michael!" She blurted out. A zillion pairs of eyes were averted I their direction. Her cheeks warmed when realization struct.

A low like sound left Jason's throat that turned into a loud laugh. He pointed his fingers at her.

"I knew it!" He shouted gaining the attention of most of the students in the cafeteria. Zamora rested her head in the palm of her hands on the table and groaned a bit embarrassed by Jason's reaction of the situation.

She knew Jason was playing around with her inorder to retrieve valuable information. She was going to play his silly game. She looked up at him quizzically. "Know what?"

"That you are overly obsessed with Michael." He winked at her.

Zamora rolled her eyes. "Why would I be obsessed with Michael."

"As I've said before my eyes work perfectly fine." He giggled sneaking a few fries from her trey.

Zamora shrugged her shoulders uncertain about how she should respond to him.

"Are you in love with Brandon?"

"Yuck no!" Her face contorted. "His eyes are big they remind me of a stadium bulb. That boy fart like a cow."

Jason laughed at this. "Not cool. What would you say about me."

She took a swig of her orange juice. "You are sweet, attractive and the man of any woman's dream."

"Well." He cleared his throat resting his elbows on the table and placing his hands under his chin. "In that case am I the man of your dreams."

He said seductively.

"No ." Zamora almost choke on her own spit. It took her a while before she came to her senses and realized her actual words. "Anyone's dream except mine."

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't hurt." He gaped.

"No need to."

Zamora punched him in the side before taking off out of the cafeteria.

"ZAMORA DENVER!" He said through gritted teeth. Don't ever let me catch you!"

Zamora giggled at his reaction. She bumped in to something hard loosing her balance. The air was knocked out of her lungs. She shrieked loudly closing her eyes and waited for the fall but nothing happened. She was held up by her waist by two strong arms. She opened her eyes to meet her saviour only to be greeted by one pair of piercing sea weed green eyes. The eyes that belong to no one other than the mysterious guy.

Her eyes darkened with anger and hatred. He was the last person she wanted to see at the moment. She had grown tired of seeing him all lovey dovey with Lamella. Their affection was sickening her.

"You again." She gritted out.

"We've got to stop meeting like this." He smirked.

"Whatever freak just watch where you're going!" She snapped.

"Woah! Chill princess."

She flinched at his use of words. "Don't call me that."

"You know you proved me wrong. I taught you were the sweetest most innocent little thing. But as they say looks are deceiving. I guess they were right."

She gaped at the way he used the word 'thing' to describe her. "You yourself had me fooled."

"I never pretended to be anyone else. I was always me. You on the other hand was a wolf in sheep clothing. Let me make that simpler for you. The wicked witch of the west!" He clarified before walking away.

Zamora gaped at this. She couldn't think of a combat at the moment. How could he call her a witch. He did not know her and he never got the opportunity to know her. What privilege did he have to call her that. Zamora was a sheep in wolf clothing. He was the wolf in sheep clothing. He was the mysterious one. She wasn't.

The final bell rang signalling them school was dismissed. The secretary's squeaky voice could be heard throughout the crowded hallways over the speakers. Zamora placed her blinders and textbooks into her locker before closing it. She sighed a breath of relief. It was a Friday which meant she had the weekend all to herself.

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The moment she strode through the front door she was greeted by her dad's heavy luggages. Her sour mood was replaced with a vibrant one. Her argument with Michael was long forgotten. As fast as her feet cold take her she burst through the front door.

"Dad." She bubbled with excitement.

The handsome face of her dad came into view as she neared the kitchen. His face lit up with excitement as he saw his wonderful baby girl.She was embraced in a big tight hug by her dad. "I missed you so much."

"Me too." Zamora giggled inhaling his perfume.

They pulled away and he admired his daughter. "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you. You are Trying to out grow me or something."

"Oh dad." She playfully pouted.

"It was only two months besides I couldn't possibly outgrow you."

"Stay young stop growing." He kissed her forehead.

"Dad! Am not six any more am seventeen of course I'm gonna grow."

He chuckled. "Well you need to stop aging then."

"Where's mom?"

"Probably burning down the kitchen."

"I heard that." She shouted from the kitchen.

Zamora and her dad giggled. They both had a good relationship. No one really understood them. Most dads never had time for their children or showed them love the way they deserved to be. Zamora's dad was in fact a different person. He tried to be her best friend. Whenever she had a problem she didn't want her mom to know about, her dad was always someone she could speak to.

"We should have a day together. Just you and me. Father and daughter in order for us to catch up."

"Of course."

"Dinners ready!"