The Zain Effect (Chapter 3) – Story

Friday after school I went home and took a shower, then had dinner using the loved ones. “I hope you have a lovely time tonight.” Shelly smiled as I got up from the table. Nik sighed and slumped down in her seat. She wasn’t happy that I was leaving her alone with Shelly and Dad.

“Just remember, don’t talk to strangers and stay with Harper’s Mum,” Dad commanded as I picked up my bag. “Of course, Daddy.” I smiled. I leant down and kissed his cheek.

Dad sighed and got up, grabbing his car keys. “Let me drop you round then,” he told me. I got in the car and Dad drove me round. He was about to get out and talk to Harper’s Mum when I stopped him.

“She’ll probably be taking a shower and you already rang her up, it’ll be okay Dad, I enjoy you.” I said, kissing his cheek once much more. Then I got out the car and waved him away. Harper was waiting to pounce behind the door.

Harper’s Mum appeared in the leading of the stairs and smiled down at us. “Mum, Lyra just gave me the poor news, the concert’s cancelled, but Lyra’s going to stay here for a bit, then go home,” Harper sighed.

“Oh okay dear,” her Mum smiled. Then she disappeared, I had a feeling she wasn’t too fond on classical music anyway. Harper muffled a giggle and dragged me to her bedroom. She pushed me down in her vanity table chair and grinned.

“Why are you seeking at me like that?” I asked, wide eyed. She winked. “I’m going to give you a makeover,” she told me. I gaped at her. “What’s wrong with this?” I asked, picking at my black trousers and blouse.

Harper buried her head in her hands and sighed. Then she rushed to her wardrobe and started leafing by way of it. “Harper, please, my clothes are fine,” I argued. “Shh,” she told me. “But Dad will see if I’m wearing one thing different, when I go by means of the door,” I protested.

“Change in a bathroom before you go home,” she shrugged. Then she threw some clothes at me. I held them up and sighed. “Put them on, now,” Harper ordered. I slipped on the black tights and matching mini skirt. Then I put on the white vest leading and long silver necklace, using a heart on the end.

Harper surveyed me then slipped a cardigan on me. She left my hair straight and down then smiled. “You appear amazing” she told me, spinning me in front of the mirror. I looked older. “Here,” Harper said, holding up some heels. I shook my head and stepped backwards. I picked up my black converse and slipped them on.

Harper tutted but didn’t press the issue. Harper gathered my clothes in the smallest bag possible and then placed the handbag on my shoulder. I hugged my friend and then bit my lip. “Now we have to sneak you out of here,” Harper grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

She pushed me down the stairs and then shouted to her Mum that I was leaving. “Want a lift, your Dad wouldn’t like it otherwise,” her Mum’s response came. “Her Dad’s picking her up,” Harper called to her Mother, then she shoved me out the door. It was dark out and I saw a faint figure stood by a motorbike.

“Hey, you said. I shouldn’t knock on the door, so I didn’t, but I’m guessing this isn’t your house.” Zain called from the darkness. I hurried more than and stared at his bike. “Beauty, isn’t she,” he told me, stroking the black paint.

“You appear really amazing by the way,” he said, coughing afterwards. “Thanks, but can we get going, I don’t want Harper’s Mum searching out the window,” I explained. “Oh so its Harper’s house,” he smiled, handing me a helmet. I slipped it more than my head and stared in the bike, while Zain sat on it.

“I promise you, I’ll appear after you,” he smiled, holding out a hand. I grimaced and got on the back of it. “Hands around my waist, tightly,” he told me. I didn’t need much encouragement, I was clinging to him desperately. I found I actually quite liked it as I looked up.

“You enjoying it back there, Rapunzel,” Zain called, I could hear the grin in his voice. “Don’t call me Rapunzel,” I snapped. “Why, your locked in, no handsome princes aloud,” he pointed out. I sighed.

We zoomed via the traffic and eventually Zain skidded to a halt. I hopped off the bike speedily and felt dizzy. Zain laughed and held me still. He took off my helmet and stared into my eyes. “I’m fine,” I gasped. He put arm around my waist and smiled. “I didn’t want to take you to some fancy restaurant, because I figured you do that a lot with your Father,” he told me. He led me round a corner and my face broke into a grin.

I’m glad, he hadn’t taken me to a fancy restaurant, because he was right, I always went to them. This was so much better anyway. He’d prepared a picnic on the cliff tops, searching out in the moonlit sea. “Zain, this is gorgeous,” I told him quietly.

“See, I can do romantic,” he told me. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the rug. I shivered against the sea breeze and felt some thing heavy on my shoulders. Zain had put his leather jacket on my back. I saw he was already staring out in the sea.

I picked up a mini triangle sandwich and smiled. “So, what’s the story then. How did you come to be Rapunzel?” Zain asked, propped himself up on his hands and grinning at me.

“Can I hear your life story first?” I questioned. He rolled his eyes. “Just me, my Mum and my twin sister Alice, my Dad left when I was young, been expelled from various schools, ended up at this one on a last warning from my Mum, or I’m being sent to bloody military school,” he explained. I frowned. “Why did you keep finding expelled?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Stupid stuff, burning science labs and driving the motorbike via the school gym window,” he sighed. “You really drove your motorbike via the gym window?” I questioned. He nodded and ran a hand via his jet black hair. I shook my head. “Your crazy,” I whispered.

He gave out a huge laugh at that. “I’ve been told,” he responded after he’d stopped laughing. “So now to you,” he stated. “My Mum died when I was seven, she was murdered by a gang in the train station, then my Dad decided he would stop us going out and going to parties, Nik thinks it really unfair and so she’s always arguing with Dad, I’m just used to it.” I shrugged. “It sounds like he just wants to wrap you up in bubble wrap and lock you in your tower,” he smiled gently.

I shrugged. “I just don’t want to upset him, that’s why I don’t like arguing with him or disappointing him,I just see his face when he was told Mum was dead.” I said into the breeze. I felt Zain’s arm sling along my back and then he pulled me into his hard, muscular chest.

I didn’t even pull away, I breathed in his scent and smiled. “Here” Zain grinned, dangling a chocolate coated strawberry more than my lips. I bit into it and grinned.

“I can’t believe it, I’m your first date,” Zain teased, putting both hands behind his head and falling back onto the rug, causing me to fall on his chest. “You forced me on this date, remember?” I reminded him. “You wanted to come,” he told me. “No I didn’t, it was either this or my Father keeping me locked away forever,” I argued. He put a finger more than my lips. “Don’t say things, you’ll only regret later, you like me, don’t lie,” he told me confidently.

I sat up and folded my arms. “You’re too arrogant for your own excellent,” I muttered. “Hey, I heard that,” he growled. He tugged on my waist and pulled me back down onto his chest. We both lay there listening to the waves and the wind. None of us uttered a word, we just embraced each other.

“I don’t care that your locked away, I still intend to have you,” Zain whispered. “Have me?” I asked, finding worried. “Yeah, as my girl,” he said, playing with my hair. “I am never ever going to be your girl,” I warned him. “We’ll see about that,” he told me, I could almost see him smirking in the night.

I looked down at my watch and cursed in my head. “We need to go, now,” I said, standing up. I remembered my clothing and grabbed my bag from the ground. “Can you turn away, I need to change,” I said. He didn’t move but frowned at me. “These are Harper’s clothes, my Dad will have a fit if he sees me in this,” I said, holding out the thin skirt fabric.

“Fine, change,” he told me. I gritted my teeth. “Aren’t you going to appear away?” I asked. “I can hardly see you in this darkness,” he pointed out. I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time to argue. I stripped off my leading and heard a low whistle. “You pig,” I snapped as I swiftly put my blouse back on.

“And on the first date,” Zain grinned as I pulled my trousers on. “What about this?” I asked, referring to the rug and the basket. “We’ll take them,” he told me. I shouldered my bag and picked up the basket. Zain’s leather jacket was still around my shoulders. I screamed as I felt myself be scooped off the ground. “Zain put me down,” I snapped, slapping at his hands.

He ignored my struggles and carried me to the bike, then set me down on it. He placed the helmet on my head and and then got on himself.

I gave him directions to my house and he parked a couple of houses up, on my instructions. I passed him back his jacket and helmet. “Do I appear okay?” I asked, tugging at my hair. “Fine, not like you’ve been rumpled by a lover,” Zain grinned.

“Zain,” I groaned. I turned to go and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back a bit. “One kiss on the cheek, please?” He asked. I rolled my eyes and pecked his cheek. “I’ll never ever wash it again,” he laughed. “Bye,” I said, turning away. “See you on Monday, Rapunzel,” he called after me. I rapidly entered the house and saw my Dad was in the living room.

“Nice time?” He asked. “It was great, the music was seriously amazing,” I lied. I had totally forgotten about my Father why I was with Zain. “That’s very good, now off to bed,” Dad told me. I gave him my sweetest smile and kissed his cheek. Then I skipped to my room.

I put my bag down and dove into bed. If all dates had been like that then I wondered why I’d never ever wanted to go on one before. Harper had told me it was usually in the cinema and all they wanted to do was stick their tongue down your throat.

Maybe I was lucky, or Zain just had plenty of dating practice.

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