truth or dare (jachary)

Chapter 15

zach's pov💍 

i told jonah i didn't want to come to the stupid freaking game. i told him. 

he said he 'understood' and he'd ditch and go somewhere fun with me. instead he pulled into the fucking school parking lot and dragged me into the gym. we walked in during the beginning of the first quarter. i was still pissed at jonah, so i refused to look up at him or the game. 

after first quarter was over, he snatched my phone out of my hands. "zach, what are you doing?"

i thought about ignoring him, but anger boiled over me. "YOU SAID WE'D GO SOMEWHERE FUN."

i realized i raised my voice too much and soon many eyes were staring at me full of judgement, including jonah's. "why can't you just be supportive of your bestfriends?"

i answered in a hushed tone, my face growing visibly redder. "i don't know, maybe because i don't want to see the guy i've liked since forever pick a random girl that will never mean anything to him and this just rubs it in my face that the same is true for me. any maybe, just maybe if you were supportive of your bestfriend, you'd realize that and wouldn't have dragged me out here."

 tears filled his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. "yeah. well maybe if you'd look up for once you'd realize all the trouble i went through for you." he said before storming off.   

i immediately felt bad, but i looked up to avoid causing anymore of a scene, and just as i did, i couldn't look away. i saw his beautiful curls from the side view, sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed, focused. i was in awe. it was like everything was moving in slow motion. as he turned i saw the letters plastered on his jersey appear. 

h . . . e . . . r . . . r . . . o . . . n.

my eyes grew wide and my cheeks grew redder. he... likes me? that explains all the looks i've been getting. 

i was happy at first. i was so excited. that is until i saw both my parents walk in and take a seat in the front row. shit.

jack's pov🍜

it's almost half time. i haven't seen zach or jonah anywhere. i saw zach's parents walk in a little bit ago and my anxiety level skyrocketed. sure, i've gotten weird stares and laughs, but all i can think about is zach. did jonah's plan foil?

on top of all of that, we're losing. badly. its eleven to zero. i looked up at the clock, and miss a hit that was coming right at me. it hit me right when the half time buzzer went off, so, ignoring my coach's call for me, i dropped the ball and ran into the hall outside of the gym, hoping zach would follow. 

zach did come out, his cheeks the reddest i've ever seen. "what are you doing!?"

seeing him immediately made me smile. i walked closer to him. "zach, i-"

"no. i don't want to hear it. did you know my parents are here?"

"uh, yeah i saw them walk in. i thought they were accepting of... you."

"NO. no. i - uhh. i lied. i didn't actually tell them, but you were dealing with your parents and i didn't wanna-"

"hey. hey." i grabbed his hand. it's okay. we'll-"

"no. i still don't want to hear it. you should've talked to me first. and jonah. he knew the whole time. i'm done." 

he walked towards the door and my eyes started stinging. "no."

he turned and glared at me. "what?"

i walked towards him and grabbed both his hands. "no." i shook my head. "i'm not letting you walk away. not now. you're worth fighting for. so come back in there. because i've got a speech to give." he looked at me with tears in his eyes. "zach. we'll get through it together. tell you what. if we make a comeback and win this game... you owe me a date."

he smiled slightly. "okay. thanks." i smiled and walked him back into the gym.

~time skip to interviews~

i didn't realize how bad of an idea this was until i was next in line. i was actually shaking by the time they called my name. it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. it was worse.

"ahem. jack avery?"

i walked on to the stage still shaking. the man with the mic looked at the back of my jersey, cleared his throat and looked again. my mouth went dry.

"herron?" he sounded confused. he cleared his throat again. "never heard of her. who's the lucky lady?"

my knees went weak. i blinked once, trying my best not to fall over. my eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on his beautiful brown ones. he smiled. 

with a sudden boost of confidence, i answered, not looking away from him. "there isn't one." my voice was scratchy. "i'm the lucky one. because i've met zach. zach... herron." i heard a lot of murmurs and whispers and laughs from the crowd. i cleared my throat. 

the interviewer just stood there with wide eyes, not asking any other questions. i looked from him to the crowd, full of more judgmental eyes, back to zach. his cheeks were as red as before but he was looking at the ground. screw the crowd. in this moment it was just me and zach.

"yes. you heard right. but before you guys judge so quickly, hear me out. zach is the perfect person." his eyes met mine again. "his beautiful brown eyes hold storms and sunsets and when i look into them, flowers bloom in the pit of my stomach, and it's like all my problems go away. he takes my breath away and fills me with millions of compliments and things i want to say to him. his laugh is my favorite noise and can light up the whole world. and once i realized i would get all these judgmental looks and comments from people like you, it broke me. but he put me back together with his words and smiles. he took the scattered pieces of me and pulled them back together and forbad anybody to take them away from me again. so if none of that matters because of his gender, then maybe we're not the problem." 

we were both in tears by the end of it. i gave the stupid interviewer the mic and walked of the stage, secretly grinning as jonah, corbyn, and daniel met me on the stage in a huge hug. people all throughout the crowd clapped and cheered. some still glared, but i smiled again and winked at zach before walking off.

~~time skip to end of game~~ 

sweat was mixed with tears as the dumb interviewer announced the winner. we lost. i lost. i went through all of that embarrassment and stress for nothing. zach's not going out with me. i ran through the gym and out towards the front doors.

i lost. 

A/N 

DID YA MISS ME? BECAUSE YOUR STUCK WITH ME! 

I OBVIOUSLY COULDN'T UPLOAD THIS WEEKEND BECAUSE MY DODO PHONE BROKE AGAIN AND I CAN'T BRING MY COMPUTER OVER THERE, BUT HEY IT DIDN'T TAKE WEEKS THIS TIME!

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW FREAKIN CUTE THAT PHOTO IS?

LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR THE NICE COMMENTS AND VOTES Y'ALL LEFT FOR ME TO COME BACK TO! <3