Just like Diana’s luck was never in her favor, it seemed like, the universe was plotting against her and just as she had thought that she had escaped the tantalizing torments of the young lad, a hand around her waist, pulled her back and inside one of the storage rooms.
She opened her mouth to scream or yelp out but a firm hand around her lips, only made it impossible for her to make any sound.
Her eyes bulged out with fear, as her heart began racing erratically and audibly.
The lights of the storage room were hit on and in front of her stood Zion, the tall, white cheeky boy with dark brown hair and tormenting brown eyes. His hand rested on the light panel, that was present right next to Diana’s head.
She looked deep in to his brown eyes that darkened when he looked at Diana and smirke
