HI PEOPLE! MY CAPS LOCK IS ON AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE TAKING IT OFF.
HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER... AND IT GETS DRAMATIC!
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OH, AND I DOWN OWN THE SONG USED IN THIS CHAPTER, WHAT TO DO. ALL RIGHTS GO TO DEMI LOVATO!
Twenty Two (Zach):
"This is all your fault!" I say as I push past Cassia and storm up to Nico.
"What's all my fault?" he fakes being innocent.
"You told Cassia that I was only going out with her for a dare!" I growl.
"It's not like I was lying," he shrugs. "You did."
"But the point of a Guys Night Out is that whatever happens there, stays there!" I reason.
"You kind of deserved it," Nico tells me.
"How?" I demand.
"You make fun of my family and disregarded everything I warned you about. I told you to sort things out with your sister and you didn't listen. You've lost her forever, Zach." He tells me. "She hates you."
"That's only because of you! You changed her."
"You know, I've been blamed for many things in my lifetime. Some things I've done, others I haven't." Nico informs me. "But, I didn't change your sister. She's always been that way. Like a time bomb just waiting to explode."
"Why should I be taking sister advice from you?" I snap. "Yours is dead. By your own cause, I believe."
Nico's eyes fill with hatred and his nostrils flare. Before I could think to do anything, his fist comes into collision with my face. I raise my hand in to my nose and instantly see blood dripping down onto the hard concrete floor.
"Nico! How could you?" My sister runs over to him.
"How could I? How could he?" Nico demands as he points to me.
"Why would you punch Zach in the nose?" Ariella orders.
"Why would he insult me?"
"Well maybe if you didn't tell Cassia…" I start.
"We're done with this," Nico says. "And that's for both of you." He then storms out of sight into his dressing room.
"Let's take you to a hospital." Ariella suggests.
"I'm fine," I tell her. "Get ready. You're singing again."
Ariella:
A low knocking rumbles slightly on the door of my 'dressing room'. It's basically just a room with a random rack of clothing in it.
"Come in," I request.
Nico steps forward into my room. "Ariella, we've got to talk."
"If you're going to hurt me like you did to my brother, do it quickly... Because I'm not spending any more time crying over you. You've hurt me too many times, Nico. This… thing between us, it's not going to work." I snap.
"Fine," he stands up and stomps over to the door. "But I wasn't going to break up with you. We were never together. Oh, I checked on your brother, he's fine by the way. Of course though, he's still mad at me. He punched me back by the way," he motions towards his bruised left eye. "And I came here to apologize, but obviously I don't need to if we're not going to talk anymore. Oh, and get back on the stage. It's time for your second performance."
"Nico wait!" I call after him but he's already out the door. "What am I supposed to do?" I say to myself. I grab my acoustic guitar from the stand and run out onto the stage once again, wondering what I'm going to sing about. I haven't even written a second song.
"Hi guys!" I scream into the microphone. "This song goes out to someone really special to me. And I know I probably just ruined every chance of us being together, but I'm confused and have no idea what to do about us. So, this song is called What To Do." I begin to strum my guitar and play random cords which song nice together. Words flow from my mouth and I didn't even realize it.
Tell me what to do about you
I already know I can see in your eyes
When you're selling the truth
'Cause it's been a long time coming
So where you running to?
Tell me what to do about you
You got your way of speaking
Even the air you're breathing
You could be anything
But you don't know what to believe in
You got the world before you
If I could only show you
But you don't know what to do
Tell me what to do about you
Something on your mind
Baby all of the time
You could bring down a room
Oh yeah
This day has a long time coming
I say it's nothing new
Tell me what to do about you
You got your way of speaking
Even the air you're breathing
You could be anything
But you don't know what to believe in
You've got the world before you
If I could only show you
But you don't know what to do
You think about it
Can you ever change?
Finish what you started
Make me want to stay
Tired of conversation
Show me something real
Find out what your part is
Play it how you feel
Tell me what to do, about you
Is there anyway, anything I can say
Won't break us in two
'Cause it's been a long time coming
I can't stop loving you
Tell me what to do about you
You got your way of speaking
Even the air you're breathing
You could be anything
But you don't know what to do believe in
You've got the world before you
If I could only show you
But you don't know what to do
Oooh
You could be anything
But you don't know what to believe in
World before you
Show you
But you don't know what to do
Yeah
I smile at the cheering audience before running off stage to find my brother and Nico in a small room. I hid in the hallway and just listen to the hushed conversation between them.
"Are you happy now, Zach?" Nico demands. "I gave you what you wanted. I'm staying away from your sister."
"Good," Zach answers.
"Yeah, for you." Nico replies. "But imagine what it feels like for me." He walks out of the room and either ignores me or doesn't even notice me. I don't know which one is worse, but it doesn't even matter at this point. All that matters is my heart sinking down into my stomach.
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