Love You, Love You Not- chapter 2
He'd walked in just in time to see her kissing Logan.
Zack scowled at the fork in his hand as though he saw the man he had so come to hate reflected across its surface. The fork didn't stand a chance. Placing the now twisted metal back on his plate and ignoring the stare of the waitress he returned his attention to the problem at hand. He had to leave. There was no way he was going to stick around to watch the happy couple drool over each other. Besides, he had responsibilities to the others.
He paused, "Who am I kidding?" Zack thought. "If Max wanted me around, The others could take care of themselves, and I would be by her side. The others are important, but Max is more important." She was the only thing he cared about besides his duty as CO. Not that he'd ever stop watching over the others, he'd just be watching a little less often, a little less closely, that's all. Besides, if they got in trouble they had the contact number.
It didn't matter though that he was willing to break from his training to be around more, Max didn't want him. She had already made it perfectly clear that she thought of him as a brother, nothing more. As though he didn't hate Lydecker enough already the man had gone and taught the woman he loved more then his own life to think of him as a sibling. He didn't blame her, of course. It was something that he had struggled with at first as well. Telling himself that she was his 'sister' and that he loved her but wasn't in love with her. Those lies were long dead; he spent too much time on the road with no one but himself for company to be able to hide from the truth for long. Besides, the fact was that she wasn't his sister. They shared history, not parents.
A shadow fell across the table and Zack looked up at the waitress who had apparently finally worked up enough courage to bring him the bill. He picked it up, reading it to make sure it hadn't been padded. Not that he begrudged them the few extra dollars; he hadn't really even been hungry when he'd decided to stop there. A kid was running around screaming his head off. A testament to just how bad the food was. He was stalling now and knew it. This was the last restaurant on the way out of the city, Max's city.
He stood, tossing some money by his plate. He wasn't sure when he'd be back and he fought against the part of him that wanted to stay and fight for her. He hadn't even told Max that he was leaving, he wondered if she'd notice. Probably not. She was probably to busy with the self-obsessed cripple.
He'd be back, of that he had no doubt, and he hoped that by then he'd have enough control to at least restrain himself from trying to kill her boyfriend. She'd never forgive him for that. And life wasn't worth living without her.
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Notes: I know, lacking in the romance that the genre promised. I'll get there, hopefully. I'll get there because I'm a sap and that leads to the writing of sappy stories.
He'd walked in just in time to see her kissing Logan.
Zack scowled at the fork in his hand as though he saw the man he had so come to hate reflected across its surface. The fork didn't stand a chance. Placing the now twisted metal back on his plate and ignoring the stare of the waitress he returned his attention to the problem at hand. He had to leave. There was no way he was going to stick around to watch the happy couple drool over each other. Besides, he had responsibilities to the others.
He paused, "Who am I kidding?" Zack thought. "If Max wanted me around, The others could take care of themselves, and I would be by her side. The others are important, but Max is more important." She was the only thing he cared about besides his duty as CO. Not that he'd ever stop watching over the others, he'd just be watching a little less often, a little less closely, that's all. Besides, if they got in trouble they had the contact number.
It didn't matter though that he was willing to break from his training to be around more, Max didn't want him. She had already made it perfectly clear that she thought of him as a brother, nothing more. As though he didn't hate Lydecker enough already the man had gone and taught the woman he loved more then his own life to think of him as a sibling. He didn't blame her, of course. It was something that he had struggled with at first as well. Telling himself that she was his 'sister' and that he loved her but wasn't in love with her. Those lies were long dead; he spent too much time on the road with no one but himself for company to be able to hide from the truth for long. Besides, the fact was that she wasn't his sister. They shared history, not parents.
A shadow fell across the table and Zack looked up at the waitress who had apparently finally worked up enough courage to bring him the bill. He picked it up, reading it to make sure it hadn't been padded. Not that he begrudged them the few extra dollars; he hadn't really even been hungry when he'd decided to stop there. A kid was running around screaming his head off. A testament to just how bad the food was. He was stalling now and knew it. This was the last restaurant on the way out of the city, Max's city.
He stood, tossing some money by his plate. He wasn't sure when he'd be back and he fought against the part of him that wanted to stay and fight for her. He hadn't even told Max that he was leaving, he wondered if she'd notice. Probably not. She was probably to busy with the self-obsessed cripple.
He'd be back, of that he had no doubt, and he hoped that by then he'd have enough control to at least restrain himself from trying to kill her boyfriend. She'd never forgive him for that. And life wasn't worth living without her.
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Notes: I know, lacking in the romance that the genre promised. I'll get there, hopefully. I'll get there because I'm a sap and that leads to the writing of sappy stories.