The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Girl Who Ignores Me

Zach Graye's POV:

I'm still buzzing after last night. It was strange, I'd had sex with girls before, I'd made out with plenty as well. So why was a simple peck from the girl next door so exhilarating? I don't know. All I know is I'm very happy. I'm stretching out of my duvet when a small silhouette appears at my door.

"ZACH! PLAY WITH YOUR SISTER PLEASE!" My mom shouts from down stairs.

"I'VE JUST GOT UP, I'LL BE WITH HER IN A SECOND PROMISE!" I yell back, it wasn't an argument shout, just a vocal projection. My mom and I rarely fought.

"So what are we doing today Zach?" I hear Sophie squeal in my door way.

"Well, have you had breakfast?" I ask her, eyebrow raised.

"No...well cereal yes. But I'm still hungry." She whispers, so mom didn't hear.

"How about pancakes? And any toppings?" I ask, grinning at her as she shrieks with excitement. I see dad in her so much, even in her personality.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screams.

"Okay, if you go downstairs and shut my door, so I can get dressed and I'll be down in second okay?" I agree with her as she nods and leaves. I look to the side of my room, the photo of me and dad and mom and Sophie. Sophie is only tiny, we'd just been to Orlando. It was a good day, Sophie can barely remember it, but mom and I can't think of a happier time. The sun was shining, the rides were fantastic, it was mainly me and mom who went on them, dad found them sickening. He didn't really enjoy the arcades either, but he came in with me and played those stupid games. The ones where you'd shoot at zombies, fight as a soldier. We used to laugh at it back then, until he got shot in Syria. It's why I don't play video games, it's why I don't go to arcades or laser tag. It's the whole idea of guns that's wrong, it kills people. It was not built for any other purpose, every time I turn the news on and there's been another school shooting, or another terrorist attack. All I can wonder is why the fuck did they invent something purely to kill? It killed my father. And he definitely killed others with one too. It breaks my heart.

I run these thoughts through my mind whilst pulling my jeans on. I slip a shirt on and turn to my window, Liz's blind is down and her window is firmly shut. I sigh as I walk out of my room.

I hear a crescendo of a scream as a small, blonde child runs into my legs. I lift her up and over my shoulder before running downstairs with her in my arms.

"Zachary, put your sister down in the kitchen please." My mom scolds, without even looking.

"Sorry mom, where you off to today?" I say, glancing at the suit she's wearing.

"Lawyers want to meet. I have to sort out my will." She admits it. Hanging her head down low.

"Your will?" I question.

"Yes my will, you might as well know. Since everything happened, I just thought I'd better be safe." She says, she kisses Sophie's head as she runs into the other room.

"But you're not exactly dying are you? You're not actually in any position of death?" I raise my voice slightly, fear racking my body.

"No, Zach I'm not. I just want to be safe, your fathers will was put in place immediately as soon as he joined the army. I want to make sure mine is, just as a fail safe." She tried to comfort me by holding my arm, I shrug her away.

"But mom you aren't dying! You aren't going to die!" I shout, I can't believe this.

"Zachary! I know this is a sensitive subject, but keep your voice down. I am not dying I know! It's for your safety!" She hushes me.