Chap 11

Zikora's POV....

I was angrily breaking the ninth pen in my backpack... writing self degrading notes... sobbing... crumbled papers were are all over the place.

"No! How dare him!" I screamed flinging the fancy glass mug to the wall as it shattered to many pieces.

NOW THIS IS THE PERFECT WAY TO VENT MY ANGER!

I locked myself in the gym, went to one corner as I sat on the floor, my head on my knees.

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"Zikora! Zikora! open the door!"

NOW WHO WERE THOSE SILLY FOOLS.....

I stood , took my backpack along with me as it crawled on the floor...I opened the door, I ignored everyone and went to class.

I PITIED THE CLEANER, CAUSE I KNEW I MADE A LOT OF NEWS THERE....

I took a glance at my wrist watch... thankfully, school hours were over.. the class was empty... some had gone home while some were those down there waiting for me and looking for "exclusive gossips!".I collapsed on my student chair, took my handkerchief, wiped my oily face and then I laid down on my desk my face downwards.

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I felt a warm, soft hand, brush through my neck which got me awake. I didn't want to show my sleepy face, so I had to find out who the person was. from my head faced downwards...I could gather information by checking out the "mystery person's" shoe. doing so, would help me identify the owner....

URGHH... NEON BLACK NIKE SNEAKERS...

"Zikora! Zikora!" a soft sweet voice called out.

"Get Off me! don't touch me!" I yelled, my face buried to my arms.

"see I'm sorry! Zizi"

"Fred leave me!"

"I'm sorry ok? ok! listen... Fred McClain is super duper sorry for...."

"Enough Leave me!" I screamed, this time my teary eyes meeting his.

"Argh... cry baby! no!" he said, his hands going to my cheeks.

I slapped his hands off, took my Dior backpack and was about to leave when I felt a strong pull from him, pinning me to the wall.

"Now Listen up shawty! I'm sorry! ok! ok! I'll go with you to Ohio... happy now?" he asked, his eyes boring into mine.

"let me go or I'll spit on your face.... just let me go!" I said with a smug.

"eww! disgusting! you know I'm kinda surprised... your guard isn't here to pick you up!"

"let me go.. you're hurting me!"

"No!"

"let me go!"

"No!"

"let me go!"

"No!"

"let me go!"

"No!"

"I'll kick you...." I paused.

"Ok! Ok! I forgive you... now let me go!" I continued with a weak smile.

"really?"

"yeah! let me go!" I smirked.

"OK doll! so when actually are we flying to Ohio!"

"Next Tomorrow!" I replied excitedly.

"Ok! I'm doing it just for you! for you to forgive me!"

"Friends?" I offered bringing forth my hands.

"huh? Ok! friends!"he said, softly stroking my hands.

"I think I'll be going" I said nervously taking my hands of his.

"why don't we go shopping for my upcoming travel with Zizi... what do you think about this?" he asked.

"Alright!"

"Hope you're ready for the fans and paparazzi"

"Zimba And the other guards are always there for me" I voiced.

And now!

WHY'S HE TAKING OFF HIS SHIRT? OH SHIT! DOESN'T HE REMEMBER I'M HERE WITH HIM? I DON'T WANNA STARE CAUSE HE MIGHT THINK I'M DROOLING (WELL SAD TO ADMIT...I REALLY AM).

He's Rock like Abs captivated my attention which made my jaw drop.

I WAS DEFINITELY DROOLING!

"Have You seen a guy as handsome as I am?" he asked taking off his animated white vest.

"ha ha ha ha...ok to be honest! you need to lose fat! you got no abs and all I keep seeing is fat!" I hissed.

"what the....." he exclaimed.

"you're just an old man with a protruding belly!" I mocked letting out a loud laughter which almost choked me to death.

"you're not getting away with those insults!" he said, he said, flinging his vest and school shirts on his fresh desk running after me.

All I had to do was to run...I kinda can't imagine what he'll do if he catches up with me.... so I had to run. the classroom was so spacious... so thank goodness....I wasn't gonna stumble on anything... but trust me he had tall legs, so he run faster.

SORRY FOR THE DISAPPOINTMENT I CAUSED MY GENDER FOR NOT RUNNING SO FAST.

He caught up with me, twisted my arm to the back and then face pinned me to the wall.

"Will You call me names again?'

"No! No? please let me go I'm hurting! argh argh! please!" I cried.

"Ok then!" he replied releasing me.

"you're so mean and bad!" I squeaked.

"sorry lollipop!" he said, putting on his, clean plain white vest and then his over sized top.

"leave! wanna change into my pants!" he ordered giving me the "eyes on you" look.

I rolled my eyes...I never needed any embarrassment, so I was outta the class.

"You Can come in!" he ordered, putting on his blue stripped sneakers.

NOW THAT WAS IT! HE LOOKED LIKE A RCH GUY! WHICH HE WAS! HE WAS CUTE.....

"Feel Free to drool baby" I voiced, turning round for me to admire him.

"you're not worth my drool!" I thundered, hiding my genunie smile.

YOU'RE WORTH IT BABY! DON'T MIND ME!

He took his backpack and then we both walked out of the class with our intertwined hands walking towards the direction of his Bugatti.