My Dreams, His Reality Trilogy

Chapter 12

Book 1 Chapter 12- 01

'"...Don't let these boys get to your head. They aren't worth it."'

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When I stood on the pavement, at night, I realised that I had no ride. I didn't want to go back inside and face Natalie and Samantha with tears streaming down my face and smudged mascara. So, I took the only option I had, I started walking while furiously wiping my tears.

At this point, I didn't even know why I was crying? Was it because Harper just stole a kiss from me when I didn't even want it? But that couldn't be the reason, because it had already happened in school today. It wasn't with the same forcefulness, but still.

Was it because he thought it would be okay to kiss another girl before me and he thought I would never know and that I was just another one of his hookups? Was it because the kisses we shared did something to me whereas Harper just thought of me as another girl he could have s*x with? I was so confused I don't even know the answer to my own questions, right now. And I was not sure I wanted to know.

I heard the sound of a car honking besides me. I ignored it at first and hoped that the person sitting inside it would just take the hint and go their own way. But luck wasn't on my side tonight.

The side window went down and I turned around to see Aiden sitting on the driver's seat with a concerned expression. I honestly didn't know how to feel!

In a way, it was Aiden's fault that I was on the pavement in a dress while trying to walk in these heels. After all, he was the one who had told me where Harper was, and that was when the whole drama started. I knew I was being irrational but my exhausted mind couldn't come up with a better explanation.

Was I expecting Harper to come to me and give me a ride back home?! Be the gentleman I knew he wasn't?!

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "What do you want, Aiden?"

If he saw my raccoon eyes, tear stained cheeks and shaking shoulders in the darkness, he didn't say anything and for that I was thankful. I would like to hold onto whatever was left of my pride.

"Zara, are you going to walk all the way back to your house?" He asked me gently.

"I really don't see how it's any of your business." I snapped and regretted it immediately. It was not Aiden's fault I was on a road, walking in my heels trying to get away from the party and Harper.

I was not a b***h to random people and I was not going to start now.

If he found my reply offensive, he didn't say anything. "Let me drop you. Your house is on the other side of the town. Please."

He was right. My house was literally on the other side of the town. I didn't even know how I thought I would be able to walk all the way to my home. I didn't even take in account the heels I was wearing and that I didn't carry any money.

Even though I had my phone, I had absolutely no intentions of calling either of my parents to come and pick me up. It was almost twelve and I wasn't ready for the onslaught of questions I would have to face if they ever see me like this.

"Why are you even doing this?" I asked in a small voice.

"I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I let you go like this. Alone and miserable. You don't deserve that. I am just happy to help." He smiled at me.

Releasing a breath, I resigned to my fate and got in the car.

"Thank you, Aiden."

He just gave me a smile and nodded.

I wondered why a certain green eyed boy couldn't be more considerate.

The ride back to my house was filled with silence. A silence that didn't need to be filled. Aiden understood I needed to be alone with my thoughts and take control of my emotions again. He didn't question me or asked me how I was doing, instead just drove silently.

When he parked the car in front of my home, he gave me a small smile. "Take care, Zara."

It didn't go unnoticed by me that he knew the address to my house without me telling him where to go. I was, honestly too drained to question him about his stalker tendencies.

"I will, thank you." I gave him a smile, unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car.

Giving him a small wave, I unlocked the door to my house and walked in.

I could distinctly hear the sound of the TV in the living room and I knew both of my parents were awake and were watching some night show or something.

I didn't want to face them right now. Not when my makeup was a mess and there were clear signs showing that I had been crying not too long ago.

The whole point of riding with Aiden was to evade the questions my parents would ask me if they saw me in such a state.

I planned to silently climb the stairs and make my way to my room. But surprise, surprise that didn't happen because before I even climbed the first step, dad called out my name.

"Zara, is that you?"

"Um, yeah it's me." After crying, my voice becomes hoarse and scratchy and my parents knew it too. In a minute, both of my parents were standing under the archway of the living room side by side with worried and concerned expressions.

"Are you okay, Zara?"

"Yeah, mom." I cleared my throat to make it less scratchy. "I will be in my room." I gave them a small smile which felt more like a grimace to me.

Before they could say anything, I ran upstairs, slammed my bedroom door and heaved a sigh of relief. I was not in the mood to give any explanations.

I walked into my en suite to wipe my makeup and change my clothes. I wanted to take a shower to wash out any remains of the party tonight, but I couldn't find the strength to do that just now. I quickly walked to my queen sized bed and buried myself under my wine colored duvet.

After about ten minutes, my door opened and a sliver of light crept in the room. Dad came inside, and with him followed my favorite fragrance: hot chocolate.

He usually knocks before entering my room but when he knows I am upset, he just walks in. He knows whenever I feel down, I am fully dressed and moping in my bed and won't open the door.

He swiftly crossed the room in calculated steps and reached my bed. My dad was a tall man, so much so that he had to pay extra money if he wanted a comfortable seat while traveling in a plane. Mom never fails to tease him whenever that happens.