Page 158 of Obsession

I was expecting us to go straight to the movies, but it wasn’t like that. We drove around the city in five cars, visited many fast food restaurants and parks, and even planned to go to a club after the movie.

After the first twenty minutes, I realized that accepting the invitation had been a bad idea.

Not only did I feel really uncomfortable thinking about the fact that I was – theoretically - having fun and Harris could be behind bars, but Zac didn’t exactly help matters by stepping closer and closer to me and holding my hand in a way that made me feel quite embarrassed.

“Way to go, Ortega,” one of Zac’s friends whistled as we entered the movie theater.

His eyes were fixed on our hands, he stood up and walked towards us with a cheeky smile. He was the silliest of them all. Max Woltson. My instincts hadn’t been wrong about him.

“Shut up, Max!” Zac scolded the brave blond.

But he didn’t really seem to be affected by his words. Quite the opposite

My lips pressed together into a thin line as I struggled not to make a scene

“What? Kath, you look much better next to Zac,” he winked at me.

I seethed with anger when I saw Zac smiling and I pulled my hand out of his, pretending I needed it for the popcorn.

If I had known he was going to bring his own personal cupid, I would have stayed at school.

I didn’t pay any attention to the movie at all. It was a cliché comedy, but my mind was still on Harris. It was late enough, and I wondered if he’d come out yet. He hadn’t called, and I resistedthe urge to call him because I was feeling more and more guilty about going to the movies. I planned on going home right after and actually fake a headache just to get rid of these people, and then call Harris if he didn’t before I got home.

Somehow Zac managed to take my hand in his again as we walked out of the room. His smile was so genuine, almost as if he was asking, “What’s so bad about what I’m doing?”. The satisfaction on Max’s face as he looked at us almost scared me. The guy was really weird, and that just told me that he probably hated Harris, and if I accepted Zac now, I’d destroy the demon’s reputation. I hated nothing more than feeling used, and even if Zac didn’t seem to have the same evil intentions, his hand tangled with mine didn’t offer a pleasant feeling. Every time I pulled away from him, he found a way to grab my hand again. I was going to hit him if he didn’t stop.

We left the movie theater, our loudness disturbing the other people around us.

It was already dark outside, fucking hell.

Maybe bad luck truly loved me, but I was also asking for trouble. It was a birth gift.

My daring partner opened the door for me, then grabbed my hand again. Max howled like a wolf when he found himself out in the fresh air.

“Zac, this is getting…”

I was about to tell him off for his intrusive gesture, but suddenly everyone was quiet.

Instinctively, I turned my head to what had caught everyone’s attention and froze as a demonic gaze met me, on a face I knew all too well, one that was unrecognizable at the moment. A mask of rage settled over it, freezing the blood in my veins.

He’s here.

I whimpered slowly.

He looked scary, but I couldn’t suppress my happiness when I saw him and suddenly wished to run straight into his arms and hug him.

But something stopped me: his anger-filled gaze. He was a few feet away from us, leaning against the car, which I could barely see in the darkness. His fists clenched and I noticed the creases on his tense arm and his muscles bulged.

His scowl made the hairs on my arms stand up.

He straightened his back and walked towards us. Nothing good was going to happen, and I’d had enough for today.

“Harris,” I whimpered, breaking contact with Zac’s hand and stepping in front of him.

I looked into his eyes and just wanted to hug him, despite the anger that flashed in his gaze.

He looked disheveled. His T-shirt was wrinkled, the same one he’d worn this morning. He still wore Joshua’s blood and had miraculously escaped the police. All that included, here he was, coming for me, and the look on his face told me he didn’t care if he went back to the station after what was about to do. I couldn’t let him.

His eyes were fixed on Zac; he had seen him grab my hand, probably why he was so angry. His friends gathered around him, and I noticed Max’s macabre expression. He wanted Harris to attack them.

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