Your The Angel In My Life

"A New Feeling"

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*Zak POV*

It's been a month since I met Darryl in real life. Knowing him on a more personal level now, made our bond even stronger than before. we constantly talked at school when we had the chance to and we would mimic the same actions on TS.  we also talked to a6d, of course, not wanting to leave him out on the fun. 

At school, I introduced Darryl to Dave, who warmly welcomed him to our friend group. Zelk, on the other hand, hadn't talked to us since our little lunch brawl. 

On the other hand, I noticed Darryl began to talk to another boy who wasn't much taller than I, myself. It made my heart ache a lot to see him get along with the French, I presumed he was French from his heavy accent, boy so well. I don't know why I felt this way or what the feeling was even called, but I couldn't help feeling it. So, I decided that I needed to talk to someone about it. Someone intelligent. Someone like...

Dave.

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Dave, Darryl, and I were walking down the halls together, me being in between Darryl who was furthest from the wall, and Dave on my other side being closest to the wall, traveling to the front doors of the school since school had just ended. we were talking about unimportant things;  things like what we were going to do after school. while telling the other two ,who were "surrounding" me, about my after-school plans, I was abruptly interrupted by a heavy accented boy.

"Darryl!", shouted the exchange student who would be waving him down.

The dirty-blonde boy would begin walking towards the brown-haired boy, Dave and I following him. 

"Oh hey Vincent! Guys meet Vincent, the foreign exchange student. He's from France, and doesn't speak English too well, so he might not understand  everything you say."

I would give the new student a disingenuous smile which would be followed by a "Hey, I'm Zak." which was said in a fake-happiness tone. I realized how fake I sounded and broke out into a nervous sweat, hoping Vincent wouldn't notice.

"Nice to meet you Zak, and you are?", he would say looking over at Dave's direction

I'd let out a sigh of relief, thanking the Lord ,Himself, for answering my plead. 

"Dave. Nice to meet you Vincent." Dave would reply half-heartedly. 

I noticed the odd tone in his voice, which made me wonder if something was up with him. Maybe it was that he just didn't like the confused boy, Vincent, or maybe he heard the sarcastic tone in my voice.

"Hey Darryl", the deeper voiced male would begin,"mind if Zak and I stay behind a bit? I have to talk to him about something."

"Oh I don't mind! I can just walk to the bus with Vincent, if he doesn't mind."

"Not at all." Vincent would reply, smiling afterward.

I felt that same, unidentifiable, pain in my chest and gut when Vincent gave his consent. The pain worsened when I saw how much joy Darryl was expressing when Vincent agreed to his offer. 

The two said their goodbye's to Dave and I, and we returned the gesture- mine not being as enthusiastic as Dave's. I then felt a rough tug on my arm, and soon enough I realized I was being dragged back deeper into the ,swamped, school halls.

Dave and I came to a halt when we reached the janitor's closet. He opened the unlocked door, and dragged me inside. The slightly older boy would flick a switch that would make light emit from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. I would finally be able to see his face clearly.

"Zak, is something going on between you and Vincent...?" Dave would ask in a brisk tone.

"No. Nothing is going on between us. For heavens sake, I just met the baguette today!" 

"Zak, you acted quiet harshly to him earlier and just now, considering the fact that this is your first meeting with him." he said, putting a heavy emphasis on the "is".

I would let out a short sigh.

"Dave I need to ask you something. It's about... this topic."

"Go on then." he would respond, a bit of intrigue sounding in his voice.

"whenever I see Vincent and Darryl together having a good time... I get this weird pain in my gut and chest. I think things like, that I should be there in Vincent's spot. I should be the one making Darryl laugh like that. Smile like that. Feel like that." I would say, emphasizing the word "feel".

"Zak, I think I have a diagnosis for what your feeling."

"Really?! Tell me!" I would say, astonished on how quick he figured out my mystery emotion.

"Zak. I'm afraid your feeling what's called.."

"Jealousy."

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Ouuuu how the tables have turned ;)

Mr. popular is getting a bit jealous of the french fry

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hope you enjoyed the chapter, ciao lovelies

-your suffering author

p.s. im suffering because I have school in less than 7 hours. end me.