A/N: Alright! It has been brought to my attention by the ever-watchful
Wyverna, that I haven't been thanking all my reviewers. (Mine, mine, mine.
You cannot have them!)
So, here it goes!
Wyverna: Thanks again for the hint. I've been trying to get at least one chapter a day written, and I know they're short, but... blame it on the Algebra homework and the GC fanfics crazy cousin and go with it!
Mally-Maya: I totally agree with you! She's getting her just desserts! (I won't make her evil in every fic though. That would be cruel. I'll just do it in most of them!)
Saxaphonebaby: Don't worry, things *might* get better for Summer.
The CheezHead: I'll update as often as I can!
Obsessive Puffin: Thanks for the tips about the spacing. They really came in handy! (I love that phrase!) heehee
NOW FOR THE REAL STORY...
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Zach was unsure of what to think. Summer was the strongest girl he
knew, but there she was, crumpled in the corner. Crying. He had never
seen Summer cry before. Hell, he hadn't known she could cry.
He honestly didn't know what to do. This kind of thing was way beyond him. Most teenage guys would turn the other way and run when confronted with a crying girl. But Zach was different. He knew that Summer had always been there for the band, and for him. And now, for some reason, she was hurting. His conscience wouldn't let him turn away.
Steeling himself for her anger, Zach walked up next to her. The first time he opened his mouth, nothing really came out. He wasn't used to dealing with this sort of thing.
'Just turn around and pretend you didn't see her,' he said to himself.
"Summer?" He felt his mouth form the words before he could make himself stop. 'Stupid, Zach, bad! No cookies for you!'
She turned up to look at him, her breathing panicky, reminding him of a wild rabbit. Upon seeing him, she whimpered and pressed herself into the space between the wall and the lockers.
Forget it. This had gone way beyond strange. Summer's behavior was bordering on psychotic. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw her jaw tighten.
"You, too?" she murmured, tears filling her eyes. Zach was panicking. What could have happened to her? What could have been horrible enough to make her freak like this? This was just high school. Earth-shattering stuff just did not happen in high school.
"Are you OK?" he asked nervously, running his hands through his shaggy brown hair.
Covering her mouth with one hand, she shook her head softly. This was also completely unlike her. Summer never missed the chance to answer a question with the full use of her extensive vocabulary. Putting a hand on the wall to steady himself, he crouched down next to her. Her gaze darted everywhere; the wall, her hands, the ground, her bag. Everywhere but him.
"Summer?" He reached out to touch her shoulder. Her body went rigid and she pressed her small frame against the wall again, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Zach hastily drew his hand back, wondering what had made him try in the first place. He wasn't exactly a touchy-feely guy. Just as he was wondering what to do next, he glanced at Summer's face. Her eyes held a sorrowful, crazed expression. He had never seen ANYONE looked like that before.
"Summer, what the hell?!" Zach grabbed her face between his hands and turned her head towards him.
She bit her lip and looked down at the floor again.
"Do you hate me too?" she whispered, a look of painful resignation on her tearstained face.
So, here it goes!
Wyverna: Thanks again for the hint. I've been trying to get at least one chapter a day written, and I know they're short, but... blame it on the Algebra homework and the GC fanfics crazy cousin and go with it!
Mally-Maya: I totally agree with you! She's getting her just desserts! (I won't make her evil in every fic though. That would be cruel. I'll just do it in most of them!)
Saxaphonebaby: Don't worry, things *might* get better for Summer.
The CheezHead: I'll update as often as I can!
Obsessive Puffin: Thanks for the tips about the spacing. They really came in handy! (I love that phrase!) heehee
NOW FOR THE REAL STORY...
***************************************************************
Zach was unsure of what to think. Summer was the strongest girl he
knew, but there she was, crumpled in the corner. Crying. He had never
seen Summer cry before. Hell, he hadn't known she could cry.
He honestly didn't know what to do. This kind of thing was way beyond him. Most teenage guys would turn the other way and run when confronted with a crying girl. But Zach was different. He knew that Summer had always been there for the band, and for him. And now, for some reason, she was hurting. His conscience wouldn't let him turn away.
Steeling himself for her anger, Zach walked up next to her. The first time he opened his mouth, nothing really came out. He wasn't used to dealing with this sort of thing.
'Just turn around and pretend you didn't see her,' he said to himself.
"Summer?" He felt his mouth form the words before he could make himself stop. 'Stupid, Zach, bad! No cookies for you!'
She turned up to look at him, her breathing panicky, reminding him of a wild rabbit. Upon seeing him, she whimpered and pressed herself into the space between the wall and the lockers.
Forget it. This had gone way beyond strange. Summer's behavior was bordering on psychotic. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw her jaw tighten.
"You, too?" she murmured, tears filling her eyes. Zach was panicking. What could have happened to her? What could have been horrible enough to make her freak like this? This was just high school. Earth-shattering stuff just did not happen in high school.
"Are you OK?" he asked nervously, running his hands through his shaggy brown hair.
Covering her mouth with one hand, she shook her head softly. This was also completely unlike her. Summer never missed the chance to answer a question with the full use of her extensive vocabulary. Putting a hand on the wall to steady himself, he crouched down next to her. Her gaze darted everywhere; the wall, her hands, the ground, her bag. Everywhere but him.
"Summer?" He reached out to touch her shoulder. Her body went rigid and she pressed her small frame against the wall again, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Zach hastily drew his hand back, wondering what had made him try in the first place. He wasn't exactly a touchy-feely guy. Just as he was wondering what to do next, he glanced at Summer's face. Her eyes held a sorrowful, crazed expression. He had never seen ANYONE looked like that before.
"Summer, what the hell?!" Zach grabbed her face between his hands and turned her head towards him.
She bit her lip and looked down at the floor again.
"Do you hate me too?" she whispered, a look of painful resignation on her tearstained face.