Good Boy Gone Bad ❀ Jachary Havery [✓]

❀Jack❀

'thank you, next
i'm so
fucking
grateful
you're my
ex.'

~Thank U, Next~
~Ariana Grande~

  ❀ 

As I walked out the front doors of school, i could hear someone calling my name.

'jack!'

it sounded like that herron kid.

well fuck him.

i ain't dealing with that fucking twat today.

i quickly sped walked away from the building, hoping no one heard him trying to talk to me.

as soon as i was off school grounds, i slowed down and listened. i couldn't hear zach trying to catch up with me.

thank god.

'what the fuck avery!' was all i heard before i was slammed up against a nearby tree.

an 'oof' sound left my mouth from the sudden force.

looking up, i saw it was zach.

he looked pissed.

it was kinda hot.

wait. what?

'why the hell did you walk away from me?' zach asked, fuming.

'awe. did i huwrt da wittle babies feewings?' i mocked in a baby voice.

that seemed to have pissed zach off even more.

'fuck you avery,' he seethed.

'you wish.'

his cheeks reddened and he backed off a little bit.

'just shut up and let's go to your house,' he said timidly.

i glanced at him for a second then started walking towards my house, zach quietly following behind me.

❀ Time skip❀ 

i closed the bedroom door behind me and followed zach to my bed.

i laid back with my arms behind my head as i watched zach take thick ass textbooks out of his backpack. 

how the fuck is this kid carrying those things around so easily?! fuck, i can barely carry one in my bag without my back hunching over.

'do you want to work on some science today?' asked zach.

'i'd rather smoke a joint then sleep for a good 12 hours,' i commented with an eye roll.

zach slightly shook his head back and forth and bit his lip to keep himself from smiling.

'science it is,' he said.

i watched as he grabbed one of the textbooks and some blank paper before he adjusted his hood.

'why the fuck are you wearing your hood inside? are you really that cold?' i questioned. i thought it was kind of weird considering i was almost sweating from the hot temperature in my room.

i saw zach's cheeks redden as he glanced down at his hands.

'no, i'm fine,' he said, after a short pause.

'then take it off you weirdo,' i stated as i quickly sat up and made a move to pull his hood off.

the young brunette quickly dodged my hand, causing me to fall on him.

apparently, this kid has fast reflexes.

i looked down at him and noticed his hood had slipped off his head when he had fallen back onto my bed. a few dark bruises and cuts could be seen on the sides of his face. his hood had been the only thing preventing people from seeing his injuries.

'what happened?' i asked, suddenly worried.

zach fidgeted with the strings on his hoodie, avoiding my intense stare. 'n-nothing.'

'it doesn't look like 'nothing',' i said, getting off of him.

'why the fuck do you have a sudden interest in how im doing!?' he said angrily.

'because physical abuse is not ok!' i countered back.

'it's nothing,' he muttered back after a moment of silence. 'can we please just start with your tutoring session?'

'sure.'

as the lesson went on, my mind kept drifting to what might have happened to zach.

sure i can be a fucking asshole, but i would never get physical with someone. especially with a kid like zach. i mean, have you seen him? he doesn't even look like he could hold down a sip of beer.

he's way too innocent.