Good Boy Gone Bad ❀ Jachary Havery [✓]

❀Jack❀

i'm done, so done
i'm done with all the games you play
i'm numb, so numb
i'm numb to all the pain you bring

~so done~
~the kid laroi~

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i don't know what time it was but it was still dark outside. i heard zach moving on his side of the bed before it became silent once again. 

maybe he went back to sleep? i thought.

buzz buzz

i heard zach moving around again to check his phone. after a few moments of silence, he slowly got up and i could hear him shuffling around the room, trying to get dressed as quietly as possible.

where is he going? maybe one of the boys texted him and they need his help?

i laid there, perfectly still, imitating the breathing of someone in a deep sleep. when i heard the quiet click of the door closing, i got out of bed and started to get dressed.

buzz buzz

i looked over at zach's nightstand table. he forgot his phone. i walked over and picked up his phone to let the boys know that we were coming.

until i saw the name.

eben.

who's eben?

i quickly read through the text's he'd sent zach in the past.

'i need you now.'

'come on i'm getting lonely'.

'i'm waiting for you.'

'does jack know about us yet?'

then i read the text he sent before zach left:

'i need to see you tonight. asap.'

and the most recent thing he sent:

'you coming or what? i can't wait all night ;)'

the world around me seemed to stop. zach was going to see this 'eben' character, whoever he was. i thought he loved me. i felt tears welling up in my eyes. i quickly blinked them away.

i just got played. by the fuckin goody-two-shoes.

i had to follow him. something in my heart told me that this couldn't be true. that maybe i hadn't been played. boy, was my heart stupid or what?

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'hey eben! what's wrong?' i heard zach ask. i peeked around the corner from my hiding spot to see zach approach a tall man who was leaning against a motorcycle.

'nothing really. i just wanted to see you,' the other man, eben, had said.

'you asshole!' i heard zach say in a playful tone as he hit his arm. 'you scared me!'

'i know,' replied eben in a sickeningly sweet voice. i hated his voice. 'come on. let's go back to my house.'

'ok, but i can't stay long,' zach said in agreement. 'i don't want jack to wake up without me beside him again. he's gonna lose it if he found out about this.'

they continued on.

'ok. i'll make sure you get home on time. go get your ride and i'll race you home!' i chuckled to myself a bit and hid back in my hiding spot. this eben guy has known zach for a while now. that much can be seen from the number of texts he's sent zach. but he apparently doesn't know a thing about him! zach doesn't have a vehicle! 

i heard a chuckle from zach too, maybe he's laughing at how stupid eben was. at least that's what i thought till i heard zach say, 'you're on!'

i glanced back around the corner in time to see zach open up a storage unit and bring out a motorcycle and something else. my eyes widened and filled with tears as i watched him put on the leather jacket that was in his other hand. leaned against the wall behind me. i couldn't look at him any longer. 

tears caused the wall in front of me to blur as i heard zach start-up his motorcycle. maybe i was the one who didn't really know him.

so many different emotions shot through me. i wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. i wanted to jump up and punch eben. i wanted him dead for stealing my zach away from me. i wanted to yell at zach for doing this to me. he lied to me since day one. 

through all my emotions, i heard zach's cheerful voice in the alley behind me say, 'eat my dust, eben!' before the loud noise from the motorcycles broke the silence of the night. 

just as quickly as the sound came, it was gone. but not fully. i could still hear it ringing in my ears along with zach's words.

i don't want jack to wake up without me again. he's gonna lose it if he found out about this.

well guess what? i found out. and i am more than pissed. i'm seething. 

i hate you zachary dean herron.

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at some point, i went back home.

i was sitting on the bed, looking at all of the pictures zach and i took and texts we had sent. did i really mean so little to him? why would he tell me loves me when he clearly doesn't?

i felt more tears running down my already damp cheeks as i deleted all traces of him from my phone. 

as i put my phone to the side, all of my sadness went away and was replaced by anger. as soon as he gets back home, i'm confronting this little fucker. i want him to feel as bad as possible for what he did to me.

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'jack?' i heard a timid voice on the other side of the door. 'are you up yet? i made breakfast!'

before i could answer, zach walked in with a plate of pancakes. he must've noticed my rigid posture because it wasn't long before he asked me what was wrong. 

i took a few deep breaths, trying to control myself. zach put the plate on the nightstand table and kneeled in front of me, trying to look into my eyes.

'what's wrong?' he asked again. 

i let his question hang in the air for a few moments before i responded.

'where did you go last night?'

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get ready for the next part! you won't believe what's gonna happen next!