Wrapped in His Arms (Julie and Lucian) novel Chapter 2

"Seriously? You're into a cheap whore like her?" Zayn drawled. 

Hans chuckled. "Well, I haven't had a chance to taste her."

Zayn answered indifferently, "Suit yourself."

Outside the door, Julie overheard their disgusting conversation. A painful pressure began building up in her chest, like a sponge that was slowly soaking up her sorrow. 

Clutching her chest, she staggered away, eventually collapsing by a trash can where she began retching her guts out. Soon, she was drenched in sweat, with her hair clinging to her damp face. She looked utterly disheveled. 

"Are you okay?" A warm, gentle voice came from behind her. 

Julie turned her head, trying to make out who it was. The blinding light above made it hard to see, but the person's voice felt oddly familiar. She tried to respond but lost consciousness after mumbling a few words. 

…

When Julie woke up, it was already the middle of the night. She was confused when she noticed she was on a hospital bed. 

Just then, a nurse walked in to give her her medicine. She smiled when she saw Julie awake. "Oh, you're up."

Julie nodded weakly and rasped, "Who brought me here?"

"Your boyfriend, I think. A pretty handsome lad," the nurse replied while changing her bandage.

Julie was puzzled. Could the nurse be referring to Zayn? However, she dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

His friends were right—she was the only one invested in this one-sided love. 

…

Julie first met Zayn three years ago when she was standing on the edge of a harbor bridge, ready to end her life. He appeared out of the blue and saved her. Later, she found out he was her senior at the university and was practically a campus legend.

From then on, she began gluing herself to his side, content to just watch him from a distance without talking. Still, her persistence annoyed him. 

"Can you stop following me around, Julie Somers?" he barked. 

She only stood there, staring dazedly at his handsome face.

"God, you're insane," he spat before storming off. 

The first turning point in their relationship came when Zayn was shoved to the ground during a basketball game. Julie rushed over like a madwoman, gently cradling his face as she checked for injuries. 

Her mind went blank when she saw the scratch on his cheek, and she burst into tears. 

Zayn laughed heartily at her reaction. "Do you really like me that much?"

She didn't answer his question. Instead, she gently caressed his scraped cheek. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It's nothing," he replied arrogantly, brushing her hand away. "It's just a scratch."

"Will it leave a scar?"

Zayn frowned. "Why would I care about a tiny scar?"

Instead of responding, Julie ran off to buy him all sorts of creams and bandages. Under her care, the scratch soon healed without a trace. 

When he saw how much she cared about him, he teased her. "Hey, wanna do it?"

Julie stared at his face without blinking. His cocky smile was completely different from the person in her memories, yet they seemed to share the same eyes. Unable to refuse the temptation his face brought, she softly hummed in agreement. 

It took two days before she heard from him again. 

…

After being discharged from the hospital, Julie pulled out her phone to check the bus schedule as she wanted to head back to the university when she noticed a new message in the group chat.

Zayn had texted, "Let's meet up. I want to introduce my girlfriend to all of you."

He even attached a photo.

The group chat was silent, with no one replying to his message. So, Zayn tagged everyone in the group, including her.