Never Forget You

Those School Day's

I am Zach. Zach Nelson. I have terrible grades and smoke pot in the girls locker rooms. Well, according to the school rumors. I don't know if those I true, I wouldn't remember sense I'm so dumb. Take the sarcasm.

I'm 17 and go to Alfred High. I'm 6'3 and I'm pretty hot if I do say so myself. I'm known as the schools fuckboy. Not that I care, it makes life easier. I consider myself and artist and even a singer. I sometimes make paintings when I'm stressed or frustrated, or sad. At the moment I have about 20 paintings cluttered in my closet.

At the moment, I'm in science. Its honestly the worst yet easiest class I've ever had. I'm not even paying attention to the teachers babbling, but rather yet my new art project. Its gonna be legit.

"Zach." I heard an annoying voice whisper beside my ear. I rolled my eyes and continued to draw.

"Zach!" The annoying buzz got louder. I groaned and snapped my head up. She was so close to my face, I could smell her eye shadow. "What Chrissy? Can't you see I'm busy?" I asked in a pissed off tone.

"Your not busy, now pay attention to me." She whined while rubbing her tits on my arm. I looked from her tits to her face and smirked. She smirked back at me. "Your a selfish, ignorant bitch who is thirsty for attention. Now leave me alone." I finished with a smile then went back to my drawing. She gasped and smacked my arm. I heard her chair screech next to me as she got up and left to God knows where.

Just as I was finishing up my sketch, the bell rang. I gathered my binder and papers and got up and walked out the door. I stopped when someone bumped into me. I growled and looked to who it was. Jack. "What the fuck dude?" I hissed as I seen all my sketches sprawled across the floor. All Jack did was smirk. I scoffed and pushed him to the ground. It was my time to smirk.

I turned back around to pick up my papers, but only to see they weren't there anymore. I started to freak out. Where the fuck are they? Those are personal. Just as I was about to rip out my hair, I small boy walks up to me with a handful of papers. I look from him to the papers. He reaches them towards me. "I think these are yours." He says with a smile. I snatch them from his grasp and speed walk to my locker.

Fuck. That was all that was going through my head. He saw my drawings. These are like a diary to me. Theh show all of my feelings, as cheesy as that sounds.

I got to my locker and through my binder into it. I dug through my bag grabbing out a handful of money for lunch. I stuffed it in my pocket and slammed my locker shut. I turned and jumped when I came face to face with my best friend, Chase. "Hey man!" I yelled cheerfully and pulled me into a hug. I shook my head and chuckled, but nonetheless hugged him back.

"Whats up Chase? Haven't seen you in a while." I asked while walking towards the cafeteria as Chase trailed next to me. "Uh nothing much man, me and Leila got back together. How are things with you and Chrissy? Heard things aren't to good if ya know what I mean?" He elbowed me and winked. I scoffed and shook my head. "Disgusting. We aren't together at the moment, but you know that'll change with how persistent she is to ruin my life." He chuckled and shook his head. "That's true man. Hey are you doing football this season? We really need you Nelson." He asked grabbing a tray from the pile and heading to get his food. I followed behind.

"Actually I haven't really thought about that till now." I bit my lip deciding if I should get a pizza or a cheeseburger. I felt a pinch on my arm. I hissed and looked down to see pink nails digging into my tanish skin. I sighed and followed them up to her face. "What?" I asked in an annoyed tone. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her bullshit.

"We're getting back together." She said while clapping cheerfully. I picked up my tray full of pizza and cheeseburgers and walked away from her. "Hey! Didn't you hear me? I said we're getting back together!" She called after me. I stopped and turned to her and shrugged. "Not today." And continued to my spot with Chase and the rest of the gang. Chrissy stomped her foot and sped off to her group of hussy friends.

"Man good job." Everyone patted my back. All I did was laugh. It was like one of those moments in movies where the boy and girl's relationship is on and off and the girl takes control of what goes on and the boy finally stands up for himself and everyone cheers that he was able to conquer the unbeatable. Except I don't give a shit what the girl has to say. I do me.

"So Zach, think about the offer?" I perked up. "I don't do drugs I swear." Everyone laughed at how clueless I seemed. I laughed along. "But in all seriousness, I don't know if I want to play this year." Everyone at the table groaned. "Then you can't sit with us." Chase crossed his arms. I punched him and laughed. He laughed along with the rest of the group. 

"I'll be right back, gotta throw away my food." I jumped up from the bench and grabbed my tray. I stalked towards the garbage can. I dumped my left over food into it. I threw my tray into the dirty tray pile and span back around. I gasped and hopped back. There was a kid right in front of my face. "Holy fuck." I breathed while grabbing my chest.

"I'm sorry." The boy looked horrified. He had bright blue eyes and curly brown hair in sort of a quiff. He seemed to be about 5'4. I turned his head to the side and looked at the ground. I noticed I haven't blinked in about a minute. "Uh, yeah it's fine." I said calmly m he nodded and turned back around. I couldn't help but check him out. Damn. He honestly had the ass of Nikki. I closed my eyes and shook my head when I heard familiar footsteps walking up from behind me.

"Hey baby." She breathed on my ear.  "Ew." I shivered. She gasped right in my ear. "What did you say?!" She gelled. Right in my ear. "Jesus, can't you take a hint?! Im done with this bullshit you call a relationship! Now leave me alone, I'm trying to get back with my friends." I yelled and stormed back to the table. It was silent. I looked around the room. Everyone was staring at me. "Holy shit dude." Someone whispered causing the cafeteria to break out into a whisper frenzy. I shook my head and shot up. "I'll see you guys around." I sped walked out of the cafeteria and into the hallway.

I hate being the center of attention. I hate how everyone judges me. I just hate everything right now. Then I remembered those blue eyes. I stopped in the middle of the empty hallway. Who was that boy who owned those eyes? I need to know.

I continued walking to my locker to grab my algebra book. I was walking towards my locker when I bumped into someone. I heard a groan from the floor. I looked up to see that boy. The boy with the blue eyes. I was speechless. I was just thinking about him and here he is. Now that he's here, I don't know what to do.

"Um, ow?" He moaned out while rubbing his head. That snapped me out of my trance. "Oh! Sorry." I said, reaching out my hand. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Heh, yeah. I'm good." He chuckled while reaching for my hand. He grasped it in a firm, but sift grip. I gasped at the touch, but pulled him up nonetheless. "So uh, whats your name?" I asked kind of awkwardly. "It's Logan." He said while looking at the ground. Oh my god, he was nervous. "Oh, well, my name is Zach. Zach Nelson." I said confidently. He chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I-I know." He said. I was about to ask him how just when the bell rang. I looked from the clock back to the boy, but he wasn't there. I looked around, but he was gone.  I huffed in disappointment. I trudged to my locker and gathered my algebra stuff and stomped to class. I was already anxious for this day to be over.