The Art Of Dying

V. Converse

Look for the highest mountain
Let the streams flow
Open up your eyes to mine
For as steady as they go

She brushed her hand on my cheeks
My mind
My heart
How beautiful was her touch,
Her lover would never know.
For she was never loved,
and she never really saught to.

~ Converse ~ ...

Everett had never walked the walls of Union High like a stray puppy. It was unfathomable why he even had to follow Zoe. For all he cares, he could go into Sean's body again and make things right for Zoe. Clearly, this is what Zoe was upset about.

His eyes fell upon his converse as they dragged across the tainted tiles of the hallways he loathed for eternity. Painstricked, he tore his eyes away from his shoes. They reminded him of his last day on Earth; well, his alleged last day.

His gait halted infront his locker. The poor, rectangular piece of metal had got more love than Everett ever did in his whole life. Someone has had his best painting in the form of a frame, which hung by the locker knob. He reached out and yanked onto the empty wishes and deceitful words. Zoe caught his forearm, looking at him in pity and remorse. Her blonde strands framed her baby cheeks perfectly. Her pink lips parted and her naturally long lashes casting a shadow on her cheekbones.

"You can't do that..." she whispered, looking back at Everett's locker. "Nothing is happening."

Everett scoffed, jerking his arm away from Zoe's grasp. "But you can."

Zoe looked around her, where her gaze spotted Sean. He was marching towards her like a knight aiming for his most prized posession.

"I-I -"

"Nevermind." Everett moved back, shuffling his midnight coloured locks and messing it up even more. Zoe frowned. How could he be okay with such messy looks? "Thou king awaits."

Zoe tore his eyes away from Everett's sarcastic bow and looked behind her to see Sean, pulling her in his embrace and kissing her. She could hear the usual cheers from onlookers as Sean forced himself on her.

Faint and subtle, but Zoe swore she heard Everett whisper, "I'd have puked if I could." So, she smiled in the kiss, encouraging Sean to go deeper. Grudgingly, she put a weak hand on Sean's chest and pushed him, dismembering herself away from his cologne and territory.

"How are you feeling, babe?" He still kept a dominating arm around her waist. "You look beautiful."

She chuckled, "I look terrible, Sean."

"Babe, you never look terrible to me."

"You look pretty terrible to me." Everett piped in, moving closer to Zoe from behind. "Brush his arm off of yourself, you're squirming."

"Shut the hell up." Zoe barked, slapping a hand across Everett's thigh.

A peculiar silence echoed through the noisy walls.

Zoe just told his boyfriend to shut up.
Who? Sean?
Sean just got shut up by his girlfriend.
He's such a pussy!

News travelled fast. But drama travelled faster than light. Luckily, the bell to the first period of impending doom sounded aloud. Zoe excused herself from Sean's surprised gaze and briskly walked away, with Everett hot on her heels.

She sat at her chair in the chemistry class: her head ducked. and her heart surrendered. How will I ever make it upto Sean? As if enough abyss was not ablazed in her mind, Ashley stationed herself on Zoe's desk, looking down at her in distaste.