Chapter 4: The Games We Play
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Kai had warned him to stay away. Zayn took that as an invitation.
That afternoon, Zayn spotted Kai again, this time near the school’s abandoned greenhouse. He was leaning against the cracked glass frame, cigarette between his fingers, looking every bit like a rebel prince in exile.
“You really don’t listen, do you?” Kai asked without looking up.
Zayn smirked, stepping closer. “I do. I just choose what’s worth listening to.”
Kai exhaled a slow stream of smoke. “And you think I’m worth it?”
“Don’t you?”
Kai glanced at him, studying his face as if searching for cracks in the perfect façade. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.”
Zayn leaned against the frame beside him, their shoulders almost touching. “And if I want to find out?”
Kai’s lips twitched, something between amusement and exasperation. “Then don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The tension between them was palpable now, the air thick with an unspoken challenge. But neither walked away. Not yet.
Later that evening, as the halls emptied, Zayn found himself wandering near the motorcycle lot. Kai was there, as expected, adjusting the strap on his helmet. Without hesitation, Zayn leaned against the bike beside him.
“Ever taken a rich kid on a ride before?” Zayn teased.
Kai shot him a sidelong glance. “You’d hold on too tight.”
Zayn grinned. “Maybe I’d let go just to see what happens.”
Kai studied him for a moment, then smirked. “You really don’t know when to quit.”
“I don’t lose.”
Kai chuckled, low and deep. “We’ll see about that.”
The game had truly begun.
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