A/N: For news on Mistakes please visit my profile. Sorry for any inconvinience, but I hope this story suffices. The ruler thing I usually use isn't working so I had to use these ugly x's. Chapter two will be longer. Enjoy!
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He hid in here a lot.
At first it was just during lunch because it humiliated him to sit alone. Of course, after a while, hunger protested about being satisfied among toilets so it took a few days back in the cafeteria before he was chased out by taunts and shoves.
Lunchtime was deemed over by a bell but in these back, shadowed hallways Zack heard no alarm and so he merely sat, back against the wall, until he felt like leaving. That time had slowly moved further and further through the weeks until Zack stayed hidden until the pattering of the basketballs in the gym signaled the final period of the day.
He hid in here a lot.
Spent his days hiding in the gloomy grey of the cracked sink, ignoring his distorted reflection in the speckled mirror, making friends with the spiders that made their webs over forgotten stalls that still smelled like disinfectant from decades past.
He hid in here a lot.
Since he went back for his sophomore year and discovered that his refusal to try the pot his friends had passed around during the summer had led to their own refusal to be in any way connected to him.
This had surprised him; terrified him.
He hid in here a lot.
He had a twin brother but Cody didn't hear, or didn't want to hear. One of the two. Cody thought that Zack had a friend named David whom he ate with outside because they liked the cool autumn air. Cody thought that Zack had grown tired of his immature friends and had decided to buckle down on his schoolwork. Cody thought that Zack loved the freedom that came with less popularity.
Cody thought, under all assumptions, wrong.
Cody had been living as a nerd since before time and was well used to the occasional insults from certain tables at lunch. Zack had been living as the insulter his entire life and was most certainly not used to his sudden social drop.
He had brought a lunch but he didn't eat anymore. Just at dinner and maybe half a banana at breakfast. He said he was buying food when he brought a handful of crinkled dollar bills. In all honesty he was saving up.
He kept a little jar in this bathroom and inside this container was a lot of money. Zack could figure out how much without counting, but he wasn't a math mind and somebody had stolen his calculator.
He hid in here a lot.
Zack stared at a spider with an egg sack attached to her rear end. Interesting. He held out a black Sharpie Mini and poked at her. She scurried away into some unknown hole in the wall and Zack leaned in to watch her.
He uncapped the marker and wrote boldly, in permanent ink, on the door of the third stall; the stall closest to the wall.
I, the lone wolf, am no longer king.
He leaned back to survey his work before the soft clatter of basketballs warned him that last period was about to begin. It was important he made it to this class because Cody was in it (American History) with him and he didn't want to be MIA.
He hid in here a lot.
He capped the marker, laid it gently down next to his glass jar, and rose to his feet. Walking slowly across the tiled floor he pushed open the heavy door and walked out of the darkest hallway of the school.
Your highness…
He stopped, frowning, and turned around slightly to see if anyone was there and had whispered. The hallway was as deserted as ever.
Thinking nothing of it, he walked away.
He hid in here a lot.
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To Be Continued
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