Zayn Malik. You know who he is, right? Of course you do. So does Kristina, but everyone calls her Is for short, because she just, is, ya know? If she could describe Zayn in one word, it would be sexy. If Zayn could describe Is in one word, it would be sexy, too. But, to Is, freak, mutant and/or, well, superhuman, would be more like it.


14. Peace Treaty

   Is's POV

   I felt like someone whacked me with a big stick. In the stomach. It's happened before, but I was still having a hard time catching my breath.

  "You alright?" he asked for the second time since we've been in here.

   "Yeah," squeaked my barely audible voice. Once I regained my breath and voice, I decided it was now or never. "Sorry about earlier, Malik."

   Zayn's POV

   I froze. "Your name isn't Is..." was the only thing I managed. Malik. She called me that earlier. I thought her voice had seemed familiar, I just coudn't place a finger on it.

   "No, it's a nickname. You even said it yourself." She paused. "I really am sorry though...I just can't have people touching me. It's too risky, for reasons you won't understand..." Is kinda trailed off, seeming not quite sure she believed what she said.

   I leaned my back up against the cool steel wall and crossed my arms. "Try me." Although I didn't mean for it to, it sounded like a challenge.

   I heard Kristina sigh loudly, and it bothered me. That girl seriously knew how to get under my skin. "No." was all she said.

   I raised an eyebrow, ready to retort, but stopped myself. I took a deep breath, making sure she could hear me. "Ok." I chose my next words carefully, not wanting to dig deeper in this little fight. "Ok, I just-ok." Yeah, I wasn't very good at this.

   I heard a sigh. I stuck out my hand, in a peace offering. "I just stuck out my hand, K. Peace treaty purposes." It took a few, long seconds that stretched on, but finally I felt a small, warm, and soft hand grasp mine, and we shook. Her fingers were long- it was a weird turn on.

   Is's POV

   K? Did I ever say he could call me that? Didn't think so. I was mad he just thought he could call me whatever, but I decided on making peace. If I was gonna die in a small, pitch black container (God forbid), it might as well be with someone who I didn't hate THAT much.

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