Though this chapter is quite short I still hope you enjoy. And don't forget to R&R :D

"Yeah, I know I'm good looking." He shrugged, after a few moments of awkward silence, with me gawking at him. I still didn't answer him. He was even more attractive in real life. He held out a hand. And I hesitantly took it. I didn't quite trust this guy.

"Zayn, Zayn Malik."

"Victoria, Victoria Vega." I nodded, forcing a smile upon my face.

And there was another thing I wasn't good at; being social. I hated talking to people, especially to people that I didn't know. Another awkward silent reigned over us. He cleared his throat. "Well, I'm kind of glad that I saved your life…and stuff." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, rocking for-and backwards. "Yeah, me too. Dying would've sucked." I joked, making him chuckle. Wow, the dude sure chuckled a lot.

"So, if you would like to return the favor…you would agree to grab a coffee with me." He stated with a sly smile on his face. I was actually torn; my mind was going crazy, filling itself with possibilities and silly fantasies. I shook my head and his face fell. "I'm not the coffee type." That. Was. A. Lie.

I absolutely loved coffee, but I had to get rid of him. I hadn't received the rest of the information from Vader yet, so I could be running into a trap; he could have been a serial killer or even worse. The creepy smile reappeared on his face and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ok, well since you're in England with an American accent, I'm pretty sure that you've never had a real tea party." He stated and I rolled my eyes. I shook my head and started to walk away. I left him behind and the only thing I heard was my footsteps against the wet pavement. I hated English weather; it was so cold and wet. I stuffed my hands into my jacket pocket and started humming.

Rain, rain, go away

I soon skidded to a halt in front of my house, as I heard someone cuss rather loudly. I turned around in surprise only to find Zayn getting up from the floor, dusting the dirt off his jeans. I scolded at myself; I hadn't been vigilant enough. That was a big mistake; you had to be watchful in this business, because carelessness quickly led to death.

"Zayn?! What are you doing here?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. He mumbled a flimsy excuse while playing with an invincible stone on the floor. I rolled my eyes, staring holes into his nervous form.

"So, are you going to invite me in, sweet cheeks?" His confidence suddenly resurfaced. I shook my head and even though I tried, I couldn't keep a straight face. It was almost impossible to be angry at someone so…beautiful. I raised a brow. "Sweet cheeks. Really, Zayn?" He just shrugged, his dark eyes fixed upon mine.

Yes, he was beautiful, not only hot, or just plain good looking; he was the form of perfection. I sent him a smile. "Sorry not today, maybe sometime later?" I had to get him to like me sooner or later; I couldn't afford him to hate me just yet. His eyes suddenly turned eager and he nodded like a hungry puppy. I laughed at his silliness, which caused him to look at me in surprise. I felt self-conscious, of my laugh and pretty much everything else.

"What?" I asked, sounding hostile towards him. He shook his head. "Nothing it's just that…your laugh is just—" I cut him short. "I know my laugh is horrible, you don't have to rub it—" This time he cut me short. "You didn't let me finish. Your laugh is beautiful." He slowly said, looking me directly in the eyes. My heart fluttered for the first time ever and it scared me like crazy. I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to cover the deep crimson color that now adorned my cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, I know your type." I stated. With every word, I took a step towards him until we only stood less than an inch apart. Our noses were almost touching, while I poked him in the chest. "But just for your information, I'm not falling for it. I'm different than the girls you're used to." I claimed, smiling triumphantly at the end of my speech. But he on the other hand didn't seem moved a bit. He just stared at me, with an expression that I couldn't name on his face. As he opened his mouth to speak, his minty breath washed over my face and I reluctantly shivered in pleasure.

"So much different."

And with that he turned around and quickly walked away, leaving me completely flabbergasted behind.

Instead of opening the door to my house, to grab something to eat or to get some rest, I made my way to André's. André was the closest thing that I had to a best friend and he was the only one that I could share my most intimate secrets with. I soon found myself standing in front of the huge gate which guarded his mansion.

André was one of the best the business had to offer and even though he could be a killing beast if he wanted to, he had always been caring and understanding towards me. I saw him as my brother. I rang the bell twice and immediately typed in the code for the gate to open. As soon as the gate had opened itself for me I headed towards the big black door which had been made out of titanium.

I scanned my hand into a little tablet that had been laid on a glass table next to the door and as soon as it made a little bleeping noise the doors opened, revealing the house owner and my best friend, André.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. Well, we will be meeting André in the next chapter...so hold on! Anywho, see u l8er allig8ors.

You know you love me. Xoxo

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