Ayanna Quintan

Chapter fifteen

Since I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the other students, I waited until I was seated in Ambrose's car before I unleashed my anger. 

"What the hell is wrong with you!" 

"What? Nothing..." 

"I can't believe you've forced Azande to stalk me in school. Are you really that controlling?" 

"Your safety is the most important thing to me Ayanna" 

I rolled my eyes and released a loud huff. How does he think that spying on me is okay? 

"And what exactly are you keeping me safe from?"

"You know exactly Who I'm keeping you safe from" 

Tobias? Is he joking right now? 

"You're Crazy Ambrose" 

"If only you knew the half of it" he muttered starting the engine 

I didn't want to be around him right now. I needed my time and space to calm myself, with all this stalking I don't know if I'll even be allowed my own space again. 

I quickly opened the car door and jumped out. I'd prefer to walk home then be next to him right now. 

"Get back in the car Ayanna" he called through the window

"I'm walking!" 

I took up a fast pace so he couldn't shout anything else my way. I was relieved when I watched him drive out the school. I could finally breath again.

"Another tantrum?" 

I spoke too soon

Azande was stood beside his motorcycle looking as scary as ever. Did the guy even know how to smile? How did he even have friends? 

I flipped my middle finger his way and kept on walking. I was refusing to give him anymore of my attention. 

The whole way home I huffed and puffed until most of my anger had left my body. The walk did me good.

Although I couldn't deny that I was dreading seeing Ambrose. I can't believe he's actually sent a guy that clearly hates me back to high school just to keep an eye on me because he dislikes my friends. 

What I found even more confusing is why Azande would agree or even listen to my brother in the first place. Azande made it clear he didn't want to "babysit" me so I didn't understand why he was.

Ambrose surely must've had something over him that convinced him to agree. 

When I finally reached the house I noted the motorcycle that was parked besides Ambrose's car.  F**cking fantastic, he's here too. 

I opened the door quietly and stepped in. I still didn't want to speak to either of them so I decided I would attempt to sneak upstairs. 

"She's never going to listen to you, You need to tell her-" Azande spoke 

"No, I've made it very clear I'm keeping her out of this life"

"It's a bit late for that don't you think" Azande scoffed 

"You better listen to me-" 

"No Ambrose, You know she'll end up dead if you don't start telling her the truth"

"Don't you dare say that!" Ambrose yelled 

I could tell he was seething with anger at this point. From the sounds that I heard next I could only guess that they were shoving each other. The sound of a fist colliding with skin caused me to jump. 

Did these guys fight every time they got the chance?

"You need to wake the f**k up Ambrose" 

Azande stormed out of the kitchen and towards me. He seemed unfazed by the fact that he had caught me listening to their conversation. 

So much for just sneaking upstairs 

I caught sight of the red mark forming on his cheek, a clear indication that Ambrose had punched him.

His hand wrapped around my forearm and before I could even register what was happening he was dragging me back out the front door. 

"Let go" 

He released my hand when we both stood beside his bike. He didn't say a word or even look my way, He just grabbed the helmet and shoved it into my hands.

"what?" 

When he turned and caught me just staring at the helmet in my hands he sighed, then he grabbed the helmet and pushed it onto my head. Surprisingly he did it gently enough not to hurt me. 

He then tilted my head back and did up the strap. He patted the top of the helmet which made me feel like a little kid before swinging his leg over the bike and getting on. 

I watched as he started the engine and then turned to look back at me. He nodded his head my way and I knew that was his way of telling me to get on too. 

I don't know why I was listening to his silent communication but I climbed onto the bike and awkwardly placed my hands on his sides. 

Clearly not happy with my hand placement, he grabbed them and pulled them forward so my arms were wrapped fully around him and met on his stomach. 

I never imagined myself being in this close proximity of the guy that threatened to make me unconscious and then chased me out the kitchen but here I am. 

and I can't pretend that I'm not slightly enjoying it.