I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Thirty-Three.

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I’d found that getting the guys to buy tickets to the gig took no convincing whatsoever. It had turned out that the wives had plans to go out of town that evening, but all the guys seemed fully up for it. Whilst Charlotte and Linds asked Matt and Brian, I took it upon myself to ask everybody else, and it had only taken me mentioning it once for them to show interest and happily buy a ticket. I’d not expected anybody to have a problem with going, but it had still felt good to know that I wouldn’t be disappointing Dylan.

It had, however, involved an awkward encounter with Zacky, in which I’d had to go to his house, alone, and continue to pretend that everything was normal between us whilst I sold him his ticket. He’d wanted me to stay for a while and watch a movie, but I’d wasted no time in making an excuse and getting out of there as quickly as possible. And for the next few days, I went back to ignoring him.

It shouldn’t have surprised me that on the night of the gig, Zacky turned up at my house around two hours early to hang out with my dad. I couldn’t help being embarrassed, though, when I wandered into the kitchen with dripping wet hair from my shower, dressed in my pyjamas. Both Zacky and my dad looked up at me with a smile, and I felt my cheeks growing hot.

“Hey, Midge.” My dad said, pulling two drinks out of the fridge, “Zacky’s catching a ride with us. We’re leaving at about six, okay?”

Avoiding Zacky’s gaze, I cleared my throat and nodded. “Okay.”

I was about to quickly scurry out of the kitchen and not return to downstairs until it was time to leave, yet I couldn’t help noticing Zacky’s expression in my peripheral vision as I turned to leave. As he stared at me, a frown pulled at his face, and I somehow immediately knew that he was starting to catch on to my behaviour.

It had taken him long enough, but the whole point was that he wasn’t supposed to catch on. I thought I’d been doing a good job of hiding it up until now, but when I finally met his gaze as I stopped in the kitchen doorway, his eyes bored into mine, and I could tell that in that moment that he’d caught on to exactly what I’d been doing.

It only made my cheeks redden more, but it was how I made the decision in that split second that I was going to prove him wrong, and convince him otherwise. Instead of holing myself up my room whilst I got ready to go out like he expected me to, I ended up propping a mirror up on the kitchen island, and applying my makeup and fixing my hair whilst in my dad and Zacky’s company, their conversation becoming my background noise instead of the music I would have played in my room.

My dad seemed to be oblivious to the slight tension that existed between Zacky and I, as he laughed and chatted away as normal. I, however, felt very aware of it; it was hard to concentrate on applying my makeup when every time I stared into the mirror, his gaze would wander over to it, and our eyes would meet in the reflection. I couldn’t have felt more relieved when the doorbell rang.

Seemingly oblivious to the fact that somebody was at the door, my dad continued with his conversation and sipped at his beer, caught up in whatever he was talking about. I jumped down from my stool and stared at anything but Zacky as I wandered out of the kitchen and through to the foyer.

Upon opening the front door, my face fell at the sight of Ronnie. He was either oblivious to my obvious discomfort about him being there, or he just didn’t care, as he grinned casually down at me as though the incident at the party hadn’t happened.