● Dining With the Devil ●

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The entire day was filled with me zoning out as Dale and Jordan chatted.

Throughout the day Jordan gave me weird looks as I stared at him, trying to pick out anything bad he did.

But there was nothing.

He looked like an innocent teenager, like he always did.

He also looks like a player but that's off-topic.

Right now I was standing outside, waiting on Zayn to pick me up.

"Blair." I heard from behind me.

"Yes?" I answered, turning around to see Jordan.

"Need a ride?" He asked as he approached me.

"No, thanks." I replied, looking down at the time.

It was silent for a while. He stood next to me and shoved his hands into his pockets before speaking.

"He'll probably forget again." He stated, staring at me.

"Again?" I questioned.

"Yes. He forgot to pick you up before, right?" He asked.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

"How do you know that? You weren't at this school then." I looked at him quizzically.

"I-" He paused when we saw Zayn's car pulling in.

I sighed quietly in relief, not wanting to be around Jordan any longer.

"I guess I'll see you later." He said, still watching me.

"Mhm." I mumbled, watching as Zayn stopped and got out of the car.

He walked around the car and stood infront of me before staring at Jordan coldly.

"Let's go." I said, walking over to the car door on the passenger side.

Zayn came over to me and opened the door, waiting for me to get in.

I did and he shut the door, never taking his eyes off of Jordan as he walked around the car.

He opened the door and stood there a while longer, then opened the door and got in.

"Killing him in your head won't help, Lucifer." I said, rolling my eyes.

He then looked over at me, his cold eyes landing on mine.

Leaning over, he kissed my cheek.

"Always does." He said darkly, pulling out of the school gates.

"Zayn." I called.

"Mhm." He answered, glancing at me briefly.

"I'm hungry." I said, looking down at my stomach.

"I know." He said deeply, a pinch of humor in his voice as he spoke.

He drove for a while, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

I looked down to see our fingers entwined.

I didn't even see when he did that.

We pulled into a restaurant called 'The Kitchen'.

"Why here?" I asked, looking over at him.

He just shrugged and got out, coming over to my side.

When we walked in, I noticed that the staff noticeably panicked.

And stupidly, I checked to see if something was on my face.

As we approached the receptionist, her eyes widened.

"S-Sir. What can I do for y-you." She finished, never making eye contact with Zayn.

"Table. Now." He said blankly and I squeezed his hand.

"A table for two, please." I corrected his rudeness.

"O-Okay." She said, giving me a half smile before she walked around the counter.

She led us through rows of tables where people dined,
Until we were at the back.

There was a large glass window with a great view of the city.

He pulled my chair out for me and I sat.

When he sat, he signaled for her to leave.

I leaned forward slightly, propping my head on my hands as I looked at his dark eyes.

"So why are they afraid of you?" I asked, looking at him.

"They work for me." He said, handing me my menu.

"This is yours?" I questioned, referring to the restaurant.

"Mine." He nodded.

I got lost in thought as I scanned my menu, deciding on something simple.

"You're not eating?" I frowned.

He shook his head, massaging his temple.

"That's bad." I mumbled and he looked up. "You obviously don't eat much." I explained.

"Not hungry." He said and I sighed, looking back through the menu.

"So how far did you get with your 'hitlist'?" I asked, glancing at him briefly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"To the bottom." He replied just as a waiter came.

I gave him my order and before he left, I signaled for him to lean down to my level.

"Can you bring a Chicken Salad for him?" I asked and he nodded before leaving.

When I looked back up, Zayn was leaning forward, looking at me with his cold eyes.

"You ordered for me." He stated, rolling his eyes.

"How do you even know that?" I asked.

"Am I wrong?" He questioned, his tone daring me to lie.

"No." I paused, giving him a smile. "You eat, regardless." I said, rephrasing his words.

His face hardened slightly before a small smirk appeared.

He leaned back in him seat and his smirk only grew as he looked at me.

"Well played." He said deeply, shaking his head.

Our order soon came and he just stared at his food coldly, making no move to actually eat it.

"Zayn. It's not a disease." I told him, rolling my eyes.

"These people work for me, Blair." He, leaning back.

"So?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Spit and poison." He said and I immediately understood what he meant.

I mean, who wouldn't try to kill their boss?

"I doubt they would do that." I said, stabbing my chicken with my fork.

"Then you're naive." He finished, picking up his fork.

He started eating slowly, staring at me the entire time.

"See? You're not dead...yet." I mumbled the last part, laughing quietly as his stare grew colder.

We started talking, well, it was more like me asking questions and him barely answering.

Then suddenly the door slammed open, startling everyone around us.

Including me.

Zayn look undeterred.

A single gunshot rang out and that was all it took,

To release the beast.

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