𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 Δ jachary

catorce

zach spent three days running away from jack and sent paper notes to jonah under the door saying 'i hate you'.

although jonah somehow got zach to forgive him. what he didn't get for now was emma forgiving him.

and now zach was at the party next to his house, specifically in the house of his neighbor, cara.

it was her birthday party and zach hadn't had time to wish her happy birthday because daniel had taken her somewhere away to be alone.

the darkness was impressive, there were many bodies moving to the rhythm of an electronic song that zach didn't know.

jonah and zach were on the dance floor when corbyn joined them approaching jonah and giving him a passionate kiss on the lips.

zach was petrified to see that image. what was happening? when? and why it can't be jack and him?

on the other hand, jonah had also been a surprised until corbyn spoke.

"it's from your girlfriend." said the blond with a small laugh. he had apparently more drunk than usual.

then he pointed to the side of the room where emma was leaning against the wall with a red glass in her hand and shaking her free  hand.

jonah smiled involuntarily knowing that this was her way of telling him that he was forgiven. "do you also ship jorbyn?" jonah asked approaching emma.

"yes, always." the girl answered without being able to hold the smile.

jonah laughed a little at the adorable image of his girlfriend. "do you know who do i ship?" he asked making emma deny with her head . "us. you and me." his voice sounded in a whisper when his mouth was ready to hit against the lips of his girlfriend.

"love sucks." corbyn said watching the scene and walking away from zach without saying goodbye.

zach didn't know how but he was left alone among the crowd. at the uncomfortableness of standing without doing anything, he decided to put another glass of coca cola with rum and drink it alone, sitting on a sofa, thinking about the bad luck he had had this week.

he wished jonah had never opened his mouth.

he wished jack wouldn't hate him for his wet dreams.

zach didn't take long to finish the cup and notice that he was beginning to feel like going to the bathroom.
the brown haired boy took a few steps, dodging the bodies that moved as if they had jumping lice.

it shouldn't be surprising at all that bad luck always strives to fuck him. in fact, he could participate in guinness records as the boy to more hated by karma.

another problem came when an idiot from the party collided with him and made him stumble.
the glass slipped from his hands, and for a moment zach thought he was going to break his head on the floor.

zach closed his eyes because according to him 'it hurt less', although he knew perfectly that it wasn't true.

however, the blow never came, some arms caught him before he hit the ground