Italic is flashback.
Zoey's P.O.V.
I opened my eyes into the bright light. Where was I? I was lying on the ground, on a carpet. I sat up. I was in Mike's room. Mike's room?
I got up. I was still wearing my jacket and pajamas. What happened last night?
I looked up and Mal was standing there. He was grinning maliciously. Something gleamed in his hands, the moonlight was shining off of it. It was a knife.
I gasped. "Mal. You wouldn't..."
He smiled for a second and stuck the knife into the wall. "You're right I wouldn't. But it's just a warning to let you know, I still have control. Not as much as before, that's true. But I will not hesitate to eliminate you." Mal had moved closer during his time speaking.
Mal leaned down to me and crashed his lips on mine.
I looked up at the wall. There wasn't a knife or even a mark on the wall. Nothing.
I turned my head to the person sitting on Mike's bed. It was still Mal. "You fainted when I threw you on the ground." Mal's circles under his eyes were darker. Had he stayed up all night?
"So the thing with the knife and the..." I trailed off.
Mal raised an eyebrow at me. "And the what?" He stretched his arms above his head and yawned.
"The... uh, threat!" I covered for myself. "It never happened?"
"You seem disappointed." Mal smirked to himself. "Are you sure nothing else happened?"
"Y-yes." I stammered. "Wait, what time is it?"
Mal nodded to the clock on the wall. "10:26."
"10:26? We're late for school! My parents are going to kill me!" I held my hands up to my head, tugging at my red hair.
Mal shrugged. "Might as well stay home now. What's the worse that can happen. It's a Friday for Pete's sake." He crossed his arms.
"No! That's not how it works!" I turned to him.
"Mike? Is someone in there with you?" Mike's mom called from the other side of the door.
"No, Sara. I'm in here alone." Mal replied. He didn't mask his voice to Mike's.
"Oh, Mal. Are you feeling alright, Sweetie?" Mal rolled his eyes at her.
"I'm fine. I didn't want to go to school today." Mal told her. I could practically see Mrs. Anthony's lips pressed together tightly in dissatisfaction.
"Well, I'm going to work. Call me if you need anything. Stay out of trouble." I heard her feet pad away and then the door opened downstairs and she left.
I smiled at the conversation. Mal sounded like a little kid! A stubborn one too. I turned to Mal to see him glaring at me. "Don't speak about this to anyone."
I nodded remembering my dream, but then again it was a dream. "It never happened." I accidentally said aloud.
"What never happened? What aren't you telling me?" Mal sat on his knees on the bed. His one showing eye peering at me, scanning me up and down, as though he could figure it out by looking at me.
"Nothing!" I opened the door and went downstairs to get something to eat.
Mal's P.O.V.
Mike's misery was very enjoyable at the time. But he's forgiven her and he wants to talk. I didn't lie to Zoey when I told that it was normally me at night. It really has been like that. Sometimes in the middle of the night I'll find myself up in Mike's bed.
While Zoey was unconscious, I looked up a few things on Mike's laptop. Yes, I looked up how to flirt. It's a repulsive order. Things like "complimenting" and "joking around." Why not threaten them or something? That sounds a lot easier... and a lot more fun.
'How to Flirt' I typed into the search box. I clicked the first website that popped up entitled, "How to Flirt: 15 Steps."
There were two methods. The first one was Instant Messaging and texting. I skipped that one and looked at the second method. Flirting In-Person.
Step 1. Make eye Contact.
That sounded easy enough, at the time. It included underneath it with stuff like how you should. Get caught and look away with a smile. Look into their eyes when you talk. And it said to wink at some points. Retch.
Manitoba would know what to do, but to talk to him I'd have to give the reigns to Mike. And Manitoba would question why I'd want to know. But then again I could just force him to tell me anyway. No, I can't let Mike get to Zoey yet.
Zoey's P.O.V.
I grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and ate it, thinking about what happened over the past two days. I realized I was actually madder at Mike than at Mal. I should be mad at Mal though! He's the reason Mike and I got into our first argument anyway. Thinking about what had caused the argument made me blush.
I felt bad though. 'I should apologize to Mike.' I thought to myself. I actually liked the kiss Mal gave me more than Mike's. 'Next time I see him.'
I stood up from leaning against the wall and threw away the granola bar wrapper in their white trash can under the kitchen sink. I walked back upstairs, pulling at the sleeves of my purple pajamas.
"I thought you left." Mal told me, he was sitting on the edge of the bed now.
"No, my dad's going to be home all day today. I can't go back and get something to wear, so I can't go to school." I shrugged looking down at my feet, still thinking about what I was going to do.
He nodded. "You want to hang out with me and have some fun?" He grinned, picking up a can of spray paint from under the bed.
"No! Put that away!" I yelled at him.
Mal shrugged and threw it back under the bed. "So what are you going to do?" It was strange, he was looking directly at me, and he wasn't glaring at me either.
"I, um..." I couldn't look away, and it wasn't because he was intimidating me, it was different. "I don't really know yet. Eventually, I'm going to have to tell my parents what happened, I guess."
"That you snuck out of your house to your boyfriend's house, but instead his evil personality made you pass out on his bedroom floor? Oh yeah, Mike'll seem like a keeper." Mal rolled his eyes.
"You're right that seems stupid." I sat on the ground and held my knees. "I guess I'm just going to have to lie to them and probably still get grounded, but at least Mike won't be at fault."
"Zoey Petrarch is going to lie? Oh my, the world's coming to an end." He cackled to himself, but I didn't find it very funny. It was more stupid. "Have you ever realized what your name sounds like?"
"What?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion, and raised my head up a little too.
"Zoey Petrarch. Zoey Pet." Mal smirked. "Pet Zoey."
"I'm not anyone's pet. Especially not yours if that's what you're trying to say."
Mal shrugged and looked away, a grin still on his face. After a moment he stood up and walked downstairs, whistling that awful tune: The Hall of The Mountain King.
The site Mal was using is an actual site! It is from . I give full credit to the website for this chapter and any future ones.
Not as long as I'd like, I did have an extra part to put in there, but I didn't have time. Thanks everyone for your continual support! Just a filler chapter. It's boring, I know. If I do post again today, it would probably be quite a few hours from now, so don't get you hopes up. Review, Criticize, and give me ideas! Thanks again!