It's been a week since I updated and now I'm back!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zach, but if I did he'd be shirtless right now.
CHAPTER 4: THE WATCHING
They stared. They all stared.
At first they would just glance at me and then go back to their business.
But today I could feel the glares and looks on my back; I could hear the snide remarks.
But of course, there was my best friend Chase sitting in front of me, totally unaware of everything else. He was smiling and greeted me with, "Hey Zach how was your day?"
I smiled weakly and muttered a "fine" and stared down into my plate. It was at times like this I was grateful I had such an amazing best friend. He started a pointless conversion with me just to take my mind off of things. But I only heard their words clearer. "He just saw Joe Solomon, another person from the Circle," one said.
I kept my eyes glued to the plate but I knew who had said it. It was Grant.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chase shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"Hey, I'll catch up with you later," I said abandoning my tray and walking out of the crowded cafeteria.
I was terrible to Chase. He had a reputation. Everyone loved him, even the teachers. Damn even my mother would love him. I was another story. I was hated. By everyone.
I always wondered why Chase was still my friend. He had such a beautiful life ahead of him and he decided to ruin in by sitting next to me.
I let my feet wander themselves to an outside bench where I pulled out another knife. I rolled my head back onto the brick wall, and breathed.
I sighed; I know things would get easier when my mom started recruiting. It didn't matter if they were ruining their lives; they had already ruined mine; so I didn't give a crap. Maybe when she starts I'll start to get a little more respect around here.
I slashed a cut and waited for the blood to come out and dry. I closed my eyes and tried to take in everything around.
In a few months all these bastards will be on their knees begging for a job in the Circle. And of course I'd make them go through hell until I told them no. Sweet revenge.
"What the hell are you doing?" I turned around to find a boy around my age with brown hair and blue eyes. But these eyes weren't the eyes everyone else had reserved for me. They didn't judge. Those eyes didn't look at me with disgust. Only with curiosity.
He picked up the knife I had held in my hand.
"Russian? Nice. Though I prefer the Swiss. I feel that their blades are much more shaper, but I guess these go deeper. You know if that's your thing."
After being at the Blackthorne Institute for so long, you start to realize that people will sometimes appear and disappear out of nowhere. I was infamous for that. So I wasn't that surprised when this random guy comes up and starts talking about knives.
"So is there a reason you're cutting yourself? Or are you just doing it because this is a reality show in disguise and you want the fans to like you more than the other guy?" He joked, but my eyes looked at him with disgust.
"I guess not then," he sighed, uninvitingly sitting down on the bench with me, "I'm Grayson by the way. I already know who you are, so don't bother explaining."
I opened my mouth and then closed it and started to ask a question that I knew would get me nowhere, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to," he lifted his finger to insinuate a pause and then pulled out the Blackthorne informational pamphlet; I couldn't help but smirk, "reform myself into a young mind of intelligence and skill."
"I meant what are you doing out here. With me."
"Beats me. I'm just trying to find someone I can blackmail into becoming my friend," he turned to me with a soft smile.
I brought my leg over and slide of the bench, ready to walk back into hell.
"Well, trust me when I say you don't want to be my friend."
"Are you kidding me? You're Zach Goode? Cassandra Goode's favorite son! I have to be a stupid piece of shit to not want to be your friend. Especially because your mother is going to be here to tonight to recruit."
"Already?" I asked running a hand through my already sloppy hair. I bit my lip.
He stared down at his hands, took the knife (my knife) and put it in his pocket. I raised an eyebrow to him.
"You'll thank me later. What? Do you want the leader of the most powerful terrorist organization get mad when she finds out her son's a cutter?"
"Well," I said stepping closer to him for a scare, "She's not going to find out, is she?"
He took a step back and gulped.
I always knew I was scary and powerful. That I could conquer the world. But never in my entire life had someone shown absolute fear towards me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I scare Blackthorne Boys every day, but we're trained to hide fear.
That was one of the things I hated the most from Blackthorne; they taught you how to hide your fears, but not to have courage; how to kill, but not how to save; how to destroy, but not how to repair.
They always taught us how to hate, but never how to love.
And that part of me always wondered how the other side lived like.
I wrapped my arm and opened the door.
"C'mon," I said looking at him, "You don't want to miss my mom's speech do you?" I asked with an I-know-something-you-don't smile.
He only smirked in return.
So the beginning part I wrote at school when some girls at school were talking about me, but in the end it gave me a perfect intro.
That, my amigos, is what I call optimism. Or some shit like that
Also are there any A DAY WITH THE BOYS fans here?
Well if there are send in a review for this chapter and I'll send you a little sneak peak at the first chapter of my new story...
WHAT STRIPPERS DO!
You'll understand later.
But bye for now, have great sex;
Danie :( oh crap I meant to put :) LOL JK. Not I didn't
