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The Boy Down the Street

Chapter Four~Not What it Looks Like

"Mom, I-I swear its not what it looks like!" I said panicked. My heart was beating and I swear I was about to have a heart attack! "Did you write that!?" My mom asked, pointing to Zayn's grafitti. I looked at Zayn. I knew I couldnt rat Zayn out. "Uh, no. Zayn and I found it here so we decided to clean it up." I said, lying straight through my teeth. "Mom, this Zayn. He just moved into the old Johnson house." I said with phony smile plastered on my face. "Oh. Lovely to meet you hun. Ky, I'm going to the grocery store and I'll be back in about an hour. Love you!!!" Mom said estactically. "Love you too." I said flatly. I collasped against the mailbox. "Phew, oh my sweet baby Jesus that was close. As for you!" I turned to Zayn, seething with anger. I slapped him across the face, hard. "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will slit your throat in you sleep!!!! Do you understand me?" I demanded from Zayn. "Yes, now relax!" He said, swiftly turning me around and massaging my tense shoulders. "There you go kitten." He said, making me feel like a fool. "Now you asked for it!" I yelled, turning into a pot of boiling anger. I shoved him against the mailbox, and put my forearm over his throat. "Do not test me," I said to him in a low voice. He nodded quietly."Good" I replied, letting him go. "Damn! You get angry!" Zayn said with smile. He ran his hands through his hair and smiled at me. We finished our work when he asked, "You want to go to my house and have some lunch?