nudes - jachary

2.5

[kaycookk sent you a message]

kaycookk: hey zach:)
kaycookk: i was wondering...

imzachherron: what???
imzachherron: what do you want kay?

kaycookk: spring formal is coming up next month and i was wondering if you'd like to go?

imzachherron: why not?

_______

"okay it's done." kay says handing her phone over to jonah, who smirks evilly at the message.

two can play at this game zachary. jonah shakes his head.

"why are you making me do this?" kay questions grabbing her phone from jonah's grasp.

"i told you already," he glares towards the blonde haired girl. "he was going to hurt jack, he deserves this." jonah says through gritted teeth.

"what makes it okay to hurt him, though?" kay cocks an eyebrow at jonah. "you're acting like a child." she rolls her eyes, picking up her bag and car keys from the counter top.

maybe kay was right. maybe jonah was just acting out of anger. but of course jonah brushed that off, trying to focus on his and corbyn's plan of blackmail.

______________

jack stared down at his phone, hoping it would ring. he waited for zach to call him or text back.  but it was pointless, it already had been 2 weeks since they last talked, zach avoiding jack every possible chance he could have.

gabbie was beyond thrilled zach was out of the picture, but she wasn't happy with the fact jack was paying her less attention now, more focused on his pity party.

jack was sat in the locker room at his basketball practice. he couldn't find the motivation to get dressed, nor get up from the bench he had been sulking on.

the sound of the door opening made jack turn his head towards the culprit. brandon arreaga, who was dripping in sweat, droplets falling down his forehead.

"yo avery!" he yells into the locker room. "coach is calling for you," he pants, tiredly nodding towards the door. "are you okay?" brandon stops in his tracks noticing something off with jack.

jack clears his throat sending brandon a tight lipped smile. "yeah...um i'm okay." he nods, almost as if he was trying to not only convince brandon but himself.

"we'll get dressed or coach is gonna go apeshit on your ass for missing practice." with that said brandon leaves the locker room leaving jack to get dressed.

after practice

jack was the last to leave the locker room, waiting for his ride, corbyn, who was finishing up a project in the library. jack had texted corbyn to come pick him up, but he still hasn't gotten a reply back.

jack leaned against the prick wall, throwing his head back. he didn't want to walk home, seeing has his house was an hour walk away and jack wasn't in the mood to walk that far after practice.

from a distance jack saw zach, with his ear buds in and a detention slip in hand, likely from when he skipped school and got caught.

"uhm...," jack clears his throat when zach walks past him, almost as if he wasn't there. "zach, i know you hear me." he was growing irritated hating not knowing what he had done to piss off zach.

zach didn't acknowledge jack's presence, walking right past him. "why are you
mad at me? jack questions, tears brimming his eyes.

"i can't be around you." zach softly says, before he could finish corbyn was standing in front them, blocking jack's view of zach.

"he isn't worth it," corbyn frowns, glaring at zach who was making his way down the hallway.

"what do you know what's good for me?!" jack shouts, nearly the brim of a full on breakdown.

"i just do and zach is no good."

___________

ohhhh tea. sorry this chapter sucked ass

this fic is almost over guys ;)