Down The Line

4

Zen can not believe what just happened, in front of his crush!

He growled and smacked his forehead lightly, "Stupid! Stupid! Why did you wear costume panties and trip!" The boy  stopped and thought a while.

"But he didnt react in a weird way...he blushed.., hes a weird one." Zen giggled him himself, "That just makes me like him more!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the teaching clapping his hands together, loudly.

"Alright, class! Today we are continuing our creepy story session, for more fun."

The teacher, Mr. Marson, wanted to 'spice' up his classroom to make it fun by telling creepy tales and stories.

Zen, is one who cannot, stand scary stories, he hated how they made him shiver uncontrollably, his father always told him he needed to be a man about it, and realize they weren't real, but Zen still felt that fear no matter one.

On the other hand, his mother used to say that it'd be alright, and that they were just there to scare him. Saying that she would protect him from those monsters,...She left later on...never coming back. It broke Zen's heart, he cried everyday, waiting at the door for his mother to walk in, and wipe his tears away, and to whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Zen just, sat in the dark, sobbing, blaming himself, and the monsters.

Zen flinched out of his deep thoughts when the teacher called his name.
"Zen? You have something in the office, you'll be back, so you dont have to bring your stuff." He smiled.
Zen nodded and bowed lightly and walked towards the office.
Zen womdered what could possibly be waiting in the office for him? He was eager, but also scared, nervous.

He didnt know why, but he felt himself rushing there. He walked into the office, asking the secretary for what he was there for. He was confused when the lady gave him a envelope with a wax stamp closing it, he was amazed but it was a little much for a letter that was gonna be ripped open.

Zen thanked the lady, and walked back slowly to class, opening the letter with trembling anxious hands, he sighed out, hoping it wasnt like nudes or something.

The small boy, hitched his breathe as he read, he trembled harder, standing outside of his classroom. He felt his face wet with salty tears, he quickly wiped them, only for more to come, his legs moved om their own, walking to the bathroom.

He splashed water on his face, hoping it'd be like the movies, obviously it didnt.

Zen looked at himself in the mirror, remembering the note and only let out a choked sob, breaking down all his walls, and crying everything out, he sat against the bathroom wall, crying silently.

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Chazz sat in class, tapping his pencil and humming. It was a nice day outside, nice sunlight, breeze was wonderful, sun warmth hit all the right places, it was beautiful.

Chazz raised his hand suddenly to use the bathroom, he wanted to walk around to prevent himself from falling asleep, he appreciated Mr. Marson's attempt to make his class fun, but it was still boring.

Mr. Marson pointed at chazz cheerfully, "yes, chazz?" Chazz became awkward out of nowhere and stuttered, "Can i-i use the restroom..." Mr. Marson nodded and waved him off.

Chazz stood walking out of the classroom, as he walked to the bathroom, he felt uneasy.
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Mr. Marson smiled fondly, and sat. "I have a better story, one that inculdes this very school." All the students seem to have leaned in, wanted to know about their school. Mr. Marson smirked at their curiosity.

Mr. Marson began walking around his classroom to create more tension.

"About, fifteen years ago," he started, "This school was cursed..with a mysterious spell, some say its fake, some say its real, others are unsure." He stopped in front of a students desk, his look growing darker, hi smirk growing wider. He stared straight at the student, "People started feeling, uneasy, scared, uncomfortable, whe. The first two deaths happened, students started creating theories, saying students were trapped im the "dungeon" of this school."
The student started trembling slightly.

"Students said they saw a man, with an axe, bloodied up, with a craze look in his eyes." He started walking again. The trembling student let out a sigh. "Some say people are chosen to stay after school, to later die." About three students, stiffened up, looking at each other. Mr. Marson ignored it.

"But hey kids, remember its only a story...or is it?" And what it seem like on cue, the bell rung, all the students hesitated to leave.
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   ~20 mins before the bell rang~
Chazz walked into the bathroom and stoped when he heard sniffles. Hi gaze fell onto the boy who was sitting on the floor.

He walked over carefully, knelt down in front of him and spoke carefully. "Hey...are you ok?"

The boy looked up with red shot eyes, he looked a mess, Chazz heart cracked a little.
"Hey why are you in here? Did someone mess with you?"
"No..i..i was just.."
"Please, you dont have to tell me if you dont want to, i understand if its personal."

Zen nodded, he looked away not knowing what else to say. An understanding silence fell over them. Chazz moved quickly and gave the boy a hug. "I dont know what happened but, im sorry."

Zen only let more tears out, he didnt think he had anymore to spare. Chazz rubbed his back, letting him cry.

Zen felt embarrassed about crying in front of someone, hes only cried in front of one person who understands, and they were gone, it felt nice getting comfort from someone again.

Zen stuttered out a quick "thank you." Before standing. Chazz looked at him with worried eyes. "Am i making you uncomfortable?" Chazz said with a concern toned. Zen smiled and shook his head. "Its just time to go thats all." Chazz stood and held out his hand to Zen. "I can walk you to your next class..we should probably get out stuff."
Zen nodded, "I'd like that."

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Aghhhh Zen is adorable, my heart hurts, my uwus are bleeding out, anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! Stay tuned for the next one