Bench Players (ON HIATUS)

Three

| | Chapter dedicated to SoullessSkin | |

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{Zac Efron as Max Green~above}

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/// T H R E E ///

*Thursday*

*Zella's POV*

Going to school today was a burden, honestly. My mind was stuffed with all kinds of irritating thoughts and I was pretty sure a bug was making a home up there. Its hundred-odd babies were going haywire.

First of all, I was angry; I had to prepare a party for a bunch of nut-headed jocks on Saturday. Secondly, I was annoyed; that feeling came from my damned hormones going ballistic over Max Green. Thirdly, I was excited; my dad was flying over for the vacation all the way from Germany.

The problem with Scott's party was, my mum had announced that dad's flight was taking off on the night before Saturday, so we were going to be out with him the whole day when he arrived. She fussed about cleaning up the house and tidying our bedrooms before he got here, so I was pretty sure there was no way out of it. I had to cancel the party-planning and the party altogether.

When I trudged myself up to my locker today, I wondered as to why my my bag was feeling heavier than the last time I packed Thursday's books.

And I came to realize it was these damned emotions creating havoc in my mind.

Well, this was why I had a locker, right? I stared blankly at the grey, rusted locker in front of me. I felt that I was missing something as I stood there like I just crawled up from the world of the un-dead, still staring blankly at my locker.

"Hey, Zel," I heard Marcie appear next to me, watching as I continued to stand there with a blank expression. I knew I forgot something... it's somewhere at the back of my mind... just around the corner... if only I could remember... "You know, a locker can only be opened with a pair of-"

"Keys!" I spat at my locker, cutting off Marcie and glaring daggers at the key-hole of my locker. Stupid cheap schools and their cheap lockers. Why couldn't they just have locker combinations? I had forgotten my damned keys!

She gave me a concerned look and slowly continued to talk. "Yeah... keys. What did you think, Zella? Mind-controlling? Telepathy? The Force or something?"

"Yeah... I was thinking more along the lines of the Force actually," I retorted with mock sarcasm. I sighed and turned to her with a sad frown, letting her know with one look that I hadn't meant to sound so mean.

"Well, technically mind-controlling won't do you any good in this sort of situation, so that sort of killed the sarcastic awesomeness of what I said. Anyways, who gives a crap? Sarcasm doesn't make sense in itself, right?" she rambled cluelessly. I didn't want to be that killjoy of a best friend, but honestly- someone from above, hear me and shut that girl up.