Wild At Heart

Mehmet Narvaéz is a Mexican/Turkish boy, who like any typical kid his age in high school, deals with his share of problems. He gets straight A's and is really smart, and a little too street smart, but that's because he's been bullied, and all the bullying he has had to endure, has created in him an untamed heart, un Corazón Indomable. He re-encounters the guys from One Direction, with whom he was once friends with, but was especially close with Zayn, who befriended him when he first moved to London. However their friendship failed, and now Zayn wants to reestablish and repair their broken friendship. But will Mehmet's untamed heart allow him to? Will he be able to let go off all the pain and humiliations he has had to endure? Will Zayn and the rest of the One Direction guys be able to save him from the painful wounds he has and save him from his self destructive behavior? Or will his heart be so hardened and untamed that he is beyond saving? All Rights Reserved © johnnyelhajj

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5. On the Verge of Discovering Mehmet

Chapter Five

On the Verge of Discovering Mehmet

Zayn

            I watched as Mike stood in front of the boy that he with so much anger, beat up without so much as thinking. I looked at my mates, and sure enough they too had the same look of shock that I too had.

            “You’re gonna regret this. I assure you of that!” said the boy on the floor, wiping and smearing blood from his messed up lip.

            “Yeah? Well then bring it on!” said Mike, who again sounded and looked so much like Mehmet. He too used that same expression ‘bring it on’ and with the same sarcastic smirk.

            Mehmet too had the same impulsive and wild nature that Mike was displaying. Suddenly it clicked on me that Mehmet and Mike were the same person. Maybe Mehmet was still too angry and hurt by how badly things ended between all of us, that he resorted to taking advantage of the fact he looked differently in order to make us believe he was someone else. That confirmed that he was innocent of thievery. Because if he wasn’t then he would not have gone through the trouble. I knew he was hurt, and seeing us, seeing me again, only reminded him of how badly we all treated him.

            The other boy stood up. Mehmet, at least I was sure it was him, balled his fist again and nearly jumped on top of the other boy. I grabbed him before he could do that, and of course as usual he fought hard to free himself from my grasp. Yeah, there had been a few occasions back in England where he got so angry and agitated, that he literally lost control of his emotions. And in turn I had to restrain him in order to keep him from getting into trouble.

Yes, he was wild at heart, and others even in England who spoke Spanish, referred to him as El Indomable, the untamed one. It was the same nickname that people who knew him here, called him.

“Let go of me Zayn!” Mike growled, and again sounding like the Mehmet I knew.

            “Go!” I said to the other boy.

            He gave Mike a hateful look, then walked away.

            Mike was still trying really hard to free himself, but I kept him restrained until he cooled off.

            He elbowed me in the stomach, and yes it hurt but not enough to make me let go of him and let him get himself into trouble. He also tried to bite me, but he didn’t succeed.

            “Calm down!” I said.

            A few moments later he began to calm down, and then after a while he was too tired to continue trying.

            I finally let go of him. “Who the hell do you think you are to be getting involved in my business?”

            “I was trying to keep you from getting into trouble."

            “And how is that any of your business?”

            I smiled. “Because I care about you…Mehmet!” He tried to hide it, but I knew he knew I knew that he was Mehmet the whole time.

            “You’re crazy. I’ve never even seen or much less met you in my life!” he said and then walked away.

            I followed him, with my mates behind me. We were finally outside and before he got too far, I grabbed his arm a little harder than I wanted to. “What?!” he growled.

            “I know it’s you Mehmet. So stop this little game of yours!”

            “What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped. “First of all, I already told you that I’m not that Mehmet kid you’re always confusing me with.”

            “Then you’re his twin brother” I laughed. “Because unless that’s the case here, no one else can look like he does.”

            He maintained that same neutral look, trying to act like he didn’t know what we were talking about.

            “Well I hate to inform you, but I’m not him and if you have a hard time believing that then you can go lick your wounds somewhere else because if this Mehmet boy hasn’t communicated with you in a long time as I’m assuming, then it must be for a reason!” he said.

            I let out a light laugh.

            Niall stepped up. “Look, I know we hurt you Mehmet. But you need to move on.”

            I looked at Liam and Harry. They stayed on the sidelines, while Louis had that indignant look, giving Mehmet that same look of dislike he always had for him.

            “Listen, the both of you are about as crazy as you’re going to get. Because I’m not him and I can see that if he doesn’t to talk to you guys, then it means that you guys must have…” he stopped.

            “Must have what?” I challenged, with a smile.

            “Hurt him in some way.”

            I laughed hard. “You know that because it’s you…right Mehmet?”

            “Listen, I don’t have time to be listening to you guys’ nonsense” he said. “Now I have to go” he turned around.

            “You know you’ve been discovered Mehmet. Just admit it already so we can all move on” I said, still smiling because suddenly this felt funny.

            He turned around, walked up to me and got up close and personal. I could see him gritting his teeth because of how tense his jaw was. I knew he wanted to take out all his frustration on me, because it was the only way he would feel better. I could see the hurt in his hazel green eyes.

           After standing up close in front of me, our faces only inches away, he finally backed off and walked away.

          I turned and looked at my mates. “It’s definitely him.''

          “I think you might actually be right” said Louis. “And if it is him, then clearly he…”

          “Ok be quiet and don’t say anything bad about him” I interrupted, and warned him.

          “He’s a thief. How can you expect me to say anything nice about him?” said Louis, looking angry.

          “You don’t have to say anything” said Liam. “I really don’t think he did anything. I don’t even believe he stole that money from us.”

            “So what are you saying?” asked Louis, “Are you saying I put that money on his backpack so that he would go to jail?”

            Both Liam and I stayed quiet.

            “They’re not saying that Louis” said Niall. “We’re just saying that a mistake might have been committed here.”

            “A mistake?” Louis asked, a look of disbelief crossing his face.

            “Yes” I said. “Why would a boy like him want to steal?”

            “Why does anyone steal these days?” asked Louis.

            Suddenly, I wished I’d phrased it differently. “Look, I’m not going to discuss this with you. And I really do hope that you didn’t do that.”

            “You really believe I’m capable of framing someone like that?” Louis looked offended.

            “I don’t know” I answered honestly.

            “Why would you be on that kid’s side and not mines?” he asked. “We’ve been mates for years since we were kids.”

            I didn’t answer. I had no idea how to answer him. How was I supposed to tell a friend of mine that somehow I doubted his innocence on this matter?

            “I’m just telling you Louis” I got serious. “I hope you weren’t the one who planted the money on that boy’s backpack.”

            “You’re delusional” he said. “I have nothing to prove here.”

            “I really hope you don’t” I said. “Because if you were involved in this, and sent that boy to jail unjustly…then that would mean I committed a great injustice.”

            “Fine, take that little plonker’s side. I just hope you don’t end up burning yourself when it does in fact turn out he was guilty the whole time” said Louis, tensing his jaw.

            “I’ll take my chances then. And your attitude only confirms that you might have in fact been involved” the both of us glared into each other’s’ eyes.

            Louis walked away and left us here. Niall walked up to me and asked, “What are you going to do now?”

            “I have no idea” I responded. “I just know I have to find Mehmet and tell him, that I’m sorry.”

            “Look, I know this might sound a bit crazy, but what if Mike is not Mehmet? What if he’s just some kid with an uncanny resemblance to the boy we once knew?”

            “No one can ever look that much alike…unless there are twins involved of course” I said. “And yes he does look older, but then again his resemblance is really strong to conclude that that is Mehmet we are talking about.”

            We headed home, and as soon as we arrived, I didn’t have any more brain power to continue thinking about Mehmet’s purposes for hiding himself from all of us. A part of me knew it was him. But another part told me it wasn’t. I needed to be sure. I had to get close to the boy to know what made him tick. Both this boy and Mehmet had the same untamed spirit. They were both very impulsive, and both of them were not afraid to use their fists to defend themselves. Those were the biggest confirmations that Mike was Mehmet.

            I lied down, and almost immediately I had to get up. This boy had me so rattled and so out of control, that suddenly my thoughts were racing with memories of when Mehmet and I were friends. I needed to unmask Mehmet if he was under the guise of Mike. He was smart, but if it was Mehmet hiding behind that curtain, then I knew that sooner or later he was going to have to reveal himself. No one ever stayed hidden from reality for long. Of that I was sure of.

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