YOU and I

Chapter 8

Let us start from the part where Lucas and I entered the club. On the way inside, the bouncer let us in after giving me a not-so-subtle wink, which only made me roll my eyes. The club was HUGE! The bustling crowd moved in sync. Some grinded against each other as if their life depended on it and some practically inhaled alcohol. Lucas took a hold of my right elbow and helped me stir my way to the bar. After landing my butt on the stool adjacent to the bar, Lucas ordered us a few shots.

"Hey, Lucas, where are your friends?" I asked as loudly as I could.

"Umm... somewhere nearby. I am not sure. They will come here. Don't worry." He shot me one of his charming smiles which should've made me warm and fuzzy inside, but it didn't.

I only nodded because talking was too much trouble. After taking two shots, I felt quite relaxed. While I was talking to Lucas, some of hi friends arrived. Suddenly Lucas exclaimed,

"Zach, my man! What's up?"

Hearing his name, my body stiffened. Zach was the last person on my mind. Why the hell was he here? Oh right, he was Lucas's best friend. Shit. How could I forget? I couldn't see him because my back was turned to him. I was both excited and scared to turn around. I feared what would happen if I turned around. I knew it was now or never. I needed to face him and I would definitely make him answer me today. Giving in to my racing heart, I turned around just as Zach's blue eyes met mine. Surprise filled his hypnotizing eyes just before they turned emotionless again. Seriously? He was the one who laughed that day and behaved as if everything was normal and now he got that emotionless façade again. Bipolar arse.

I was going to change his mind today at any cost. Zach needs to forget and forgive or just answer me. He wasn't a child to just pout and give me the silent treatment. We were mature enough to deal with these shits. All those alcohol in my system was obviously giving me this courage, otherwise I would have been cowering under his gaze. After speaking to Lucas for a few more minutes, Zach moved away from our little group. Giving Lucas the excuse of going to washroom, I slipped away to the small corridor, following Zach. It led to a door which headed towards a back alley.

Zach stood there, leaning against the wall. I ambled towards him. The clicking of my boots on the rocky surface made him aware of my presence. With just a small glance at me, he continued glaring at the graffiti on the opposite wall. Exhaling loudly, I leaned beside him, arms crossed on my chest.

Words weren't needed. We understood that we needed time. The silence was our conversation. All our thoughts were our apologies, although they were unspoken and unheard. A thousand words were said in between us in that silence. Zach took a cigarette out of his pocket. I narrowed my eyes at it, as if my glare would make that thing go away. Since when did he smoke?

"I thought you didn't smoke." I finally broke the silence, demanding an answer from him even though I didn't ask a question.

"And I thought you didn't abandon people. Seems like none of us are true to ourselves." He retorted.

I cringe inwardly at his words. I know what I did wasn't the best thing. It was the worst decision I ever made, but I did it for us. For him. Trying to keep my calm, I pushed away from the wall and stood in front of him. Snatching the slow poison out of his hand, I threw it away before he could light it.

"Hey! What the hell?" Zach snapped.

"For your kind information, hay is for horses, which I am quite sure I am not, and what you were going to have was slow poison. It is not safe for your health. Moreover, aren't you a huge fan of Augustus Waters? What happened to you put the killing thing right between your teeth but you don't give it the power to do it's killing?" I replied calmly with a smug look and shrugged.