The New Kid

Chapter 17: "Happy F**king Birthday, Zack McCoy"

"Could you check my pulse for me, to see if I'm alive? 'Cause every time that I am near you is the only time I feel alright."

I bob my head to the music and think, How could Zack do that? How could he just stand there and drool over them? I can't believe him. Couldn't he tell who they were? It's not like their slutty outfits didn't give it away. I still can't believe him. I thought he liked me. Or at least had a crush on me. I guess... I was wrong.

My thoughts were interrupted when I feel a tap on my knee.

I pull off my black Beats headphones and look up.

"Do you mind moving your feet?" Zack asks quietly.

I roll my eyes and put my headphones back on my head, keeping my feet planted in the seat.

I see him sigh and sit with Randy. I haven't talked to Zack in a week and a half. Their birthday is tomorrow and I still have nothing to give to Zack. I want to get him something, I just don't know what yet.

I look away from the twins and close my eyes letting the music take over my thoughts.

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It's now lunch time and I still don't know what to get Zack for his birthday.

I sigh and sit next to Ashley.

She looks at me worriedly, "Aren't you gonna eat anything?"

I laugh nervously and grab the apple off her plate. I take a bite out of it then smile in her direction.

"Distracted, huh?"

I nod and flick my eyes to Zack really quickly, who's sitting across from me, then back to Ashley.

"Oh," she says quietly. "When are you guys gonna make up?"

I shrug and take another bite out if my apple.

"You know their birthday is tomorrow, right?" she asks quietly.

I nod, "Yeah. I don't have anything for Zack yet though."

She shrugs, "I didn't get him anything."

I laugh quietly and shake my head at her, "Of course not."

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Over the past week and a half, Zack has been trying so hard for me to forgive him. He sends my texts and voicemails about how sorry he is. A few times he has actually stopped by with flowers or something.

I want to forgive him. I really do. It's a stupid reason I'm mad at him for. Most guys drool over those monsters. It's gross but not uncommon. I should just respect his decision and move on. If he's happy, then I'm happy.

It's currently 11pm at night and I still have nothing for Zack.

I sigh and stare up at the ceiling, What's one thing Zack wants? Something that he really wants?

I smile to myself as an idea pops into my head. I jump up from my bed and grab my sketchbook.

Once I find a pencil I begin to sketch. I didn't even know what I was going to sketch so I just let my mind go blank and let my hand take over.

After a little while I begin to realize that the drawing is of Zack and I and that first day we meet. He has on that mischievous smile of his that is always plastered on his face, and I have that shy smile I get when meeting someone new.

I smile at the memory and add the finishing touches. I then grab my colored pencils and being to color it, making mine and Zack's eyes shine.

I smile once I'm done and flip the drawing over.