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Friday: Break Up

Zack's POV:

It had been two days since Zae and I had gotten together, my fondness for her seeming to have waned slightly. To be honest, we didn't have much to talk about that crossed the friendship lines, nothing that said 'this is my girlfriend.' To any outsider who did not know of our relationship status, we just looked like old friends catching up. That's why, today, I have decided to break it off. I wanted to begin anew, starting as friends with Zae and then working my way up.

Zae grabs my hands, and I shake them loose. "What's wrong Zack?" She asks. I close my eyes and lips tightly.

"Zae, I like you." I say.

She smiles, "Well didn't we establish that?" she says.

"But, I think we should end it. I want our relationship to…have a base." I say, planning my words carefully.

Zae looks down and then nods her head, "Okay." She took that more easily than I thought. The bell for 4th period rings.

"Well I'll see you at lunch." I say awkwardly walking away.

Maddy's POV:

It was oddly quiet at the lunch table. "Everything okay?" I ask.

Zae and Zack avoid eye contact but simultaneously say, "Mhm." Through the bites of their nachos. Did they break up? Looking up at the clear glass windows, I saw Asher and his mother scanning the cafeteria. He catches my eye, smirks at me and then walks out of the school, a backpack not even on his back. A thought then occurs to me as I bite into my pizza, what if Asher is the new student? I mean, why else would he be checking out the 8th grade lunch period? It would make sense; why else would he leave without a backpack.

After school, Zae had begged me to come along with her and load the bus. I sit next to Zae and Zack sits behind us. Turning my body so I faced both of them to an extent, I sigh. "Did you guys break up?" I say, finally voicing my most reoccurring thought. Zae grabs a pencil from her backpack and nervously begins chewing at the end.

"Just for now." Zack admits.

My dark brown eyes widen in shock, a mixture of emotion apparent on my face, "How come you didn't tell me?" I say, poking out my top lip, a habit I had done since I was young to express being upset.

"Aw, Mads!" Zack says, using his annoying nickname.

"I was waiting for later." Zae says. A sudden jerk of the bus makes us jump.

"Eepskies!" I say, as my head bangs against the seat.

"I wish this ride wasn't so bumpy." I say, recovering quickly. Zae smiles, giving me a hug for no reason.

"Just because we're not dating doesn't mean I can't hug you." Zack says, positioning himself over the seat so he can hug us.

Lying back on my bed, Zae carefully swipes the nail polish brush over her toe nail. "Why don't you sleepover my place tonight?" she asks.

I was scrubbing my nail furiously with the nail polish remover, "Sure. Sounds like fun." There was a light tap or two on the door before it opens. What was the point of knocking? I think jokingly. My mother stands there, wearing her long black skirt and a white tank top, her copper hair falling over her light brown shoulders.

"Hey mom." She waltzes around the room, a smile playing at her lips.

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" She asks. If my mind could internally roll its eyes-it would. I bite my lip, smiling.

"Because…you have them." She drops the red glasses with the silver flowers on the side onto my bed next to me.

"I have them because you had left them in the bathroom again." She informs. Mentally, I slap a hand to my forehead. I must have not of taken them out of the basket when I got out of the shower. I would always put it in the little basket whenever I got in the shower. Picking the glasses up from off the bed, I stick them on my face after cleaning them with my shirt.

"Thanks. By the way, can I sleepover Zae's house?" I ask. My mother takes a glance around the room, her eyes landing on me.

"Make your bed and fold your nightclothes. Then you can sleepover her house." She says. I smile broadly, teeth and all.

"Alrighty! Thanks mom." My mother exits the room and I begin toying with my covers till they are neatly placed upon my mattress. Zae was on the floor, carefully trying not to get nail polish from her newly done nails on my PJ's as she folded them.

"There." I say before I begin packing my bag.