Jachary Oneshots.

How Could You?

Overdramatic title? Yeah, I know. I spent four hours creating the new cover. Help. aNYWAYS! Thanks for the love, babies! I'm really grateful for your very existence. I know I haven't updated, I'm sorry, school, and my week was so ruddy. I got stabbed by my fork, I couldn't finish some homework, my parents are arguing, dad threw a plate at mom, my brother's being a bitch, MY TEACHER DECIDED TO CUT THE TIME WE HAD TO CREATE A PROJECT TO A WEEK! As in, in one week, we had to a) research on the British conflict thing (I chose the American Revolution) b) plan c) create a product and d) do all the reflections. Not just that but we have to create a math maze and we have three tests this week, we also had an LA project to finish in which we had to draw five items relating to our book club book and write a bunch of crap about it. WE WERE GRADED ON OUR DRAWING. 

Sorry for the little rant. Bad week, I hate my life. Sorry.

My week inspired this one shot. Well, at least the beginning. I'm also going through some friend problems, I got my braces wires tightened and I haven't eaten properly or slept in so long. 

Enjoy, lovelies

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Zach stared at the floor, heaving a sigh as he walked through the halls of his excuse of a school. His week had been crappier than usual. Instead of having the urge to stab himself with a fork, he now had the sudden need to stab himself, throw himself out the window on the second floor of his school, and then bury himself alive. A bit extra? Probably. Tempting? Yes, a million times. Irrational? To Zach, it was perfectly rational, to another person...probably not. Impossible? At the moment, yes. 

Why was Zach hating his life so much? Simple, his parents had fought this weekend, causing his mom to leave for three days, he had three tests in one week, a bunch of social projects due, he kept hitting himself and to make it even worse, Jack Robert Avery wasn't fucking talking to him anymore and completely avoiding contact with Zach. And that was not easy, after all, Zach was desperately in love with Jack. What was there not to love? His smile was contagious, his eyes were always bright, he had the laugh of a literal angel, he was hilarious and perfect in every way. No matter what, Zach never saw his flaws. Jack had that power over Zach. Which was partially Zach was having difficulties handling Jack's absence. Not being able to have Jack wrap his arms around Zach's waist was frustrating and just sad.

At this point, Zach was more than happy to kill himself. But his parents would be disappointed. And their disappointment was worse than being alive. Zach shoved his textbooks into his locker and pulled out his backpack, slinging the strap across his shoulder. At that moment, his locker decided that it was unhappy with Zach and barfed. His textbooks, library books (that were possibly overdue) and his sketchbook all tumbled out, falling at Zach's feet. 

"You alright, Herron? You seem ready to throw someone out the window." An all-too-familiar voice asked from behind Zach. The comment seemed slightly sincere, but Zach could practically hear the smirk.

"What do you want, Avery?"

"Dude, usually you'd say something, like, 'I might throw you out the window if you don't help me,' what's up with you?" Jack asked, cocking his head.

"Oh, I don't know, I've had a ruddy week and have been texting my best and only friend, begging him to talk to me so I can feel a bit better about myself, but instead he did the complete opposite. As in, he shut me out and decided that he rather spend his days with the other kids." Zach growled.

"Woah, Herron, calm down, I didn't shut you out." Jack defended.

"Really?!" Zach glared, turning around and bending over to pick up his books, "In that case, do tell me, when was the last time you called me Herron? I remember that being when we had barely talked to each other. When we weren't friends."