Fly Away

Chapter 8 - Liar, Liar

"Hey, Zack," I greeted nonchalantly, trying to be chill - even though I really wanted to beat the daylights out of him for ignoring me.

Why is he talking to me again? He practically refused to acknowledge my existence for most of today!

"Hey yourself," he replied sheepishly.

That's all he has to say?

I snatched the pen from his hand, feeling pissed off. I swear, this boy is bipolar. One moment Zack is acting all cold, and then he starts talking to me again an the most random times ever - like nothing ever happened.

"Whoah, Sunshine, chill out," he smirked.

  Damn that cute smile of his. My burning desire to slap his face instantly faded away. 

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "'Chill out' is definitely not in my book of behaviors. I'm the complete opposite of chill."

He chuckled and slid into the seat next to me.

"Why were you ignoring me this morning?" I asked.

Zack blinked, his face quickly becoming devoid of emotion. "I wasn't," he said flatly, holding my gaze.

"Liar liar, balls on fire. Yes you were," I spat.

"No I wasn't!" he defended.

"Yes you were!"

"No I wasn't"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES YOU FRICKEN WERE, MOPHEAD!" I shouted a little bit too loudly. A few curious students turned their heads over in my direction, causing me to blush and lowered my head a little bit.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I was kind of avoiding you," he muttered, looking away.

An uneasy silence settled between us.

"Why?" I asked quietly.

He sighed in frustration. "I was having a bad morning, okay?" he snapped.

I flinched slightly at his harsh tone, but irritation quickly replaced any signs of hurt.

"After Garrett gave me his number yesterday?" I shot an annoyed look at him. I regretted it a little once I saw a hint of anger on his face.

He didn't reply.

"Are you salty over that or something? It really wasn't a big deal! Sure, he grabbed me by the wrist and it made me slightly uncomfortable. Whatever, Garrett just gave me his contact info so I could call him to help me catch up. you know, 'cause I was gone for a week, and I fell behind in my studies and - "

"Why didn't you just call me for help?" he asked with a quiet, yet serious voice, cutting off my rambling. His beautiful green eyes were locked onto mine, hypnotizing me, silently demanding an answer from me. Despite the fact that his intense stare almost made me squirm, butterflies continued to flutter around in my stomach.

"Garrett offered to help me," I replied finally, breaking his gaze by looking down at my lap.

Horrible excuse...

But it's not like I'm going to just tell him I was too nervous to text him first.

"But I gave you my number first," he argued. "You could have came to me, instead of asking Garrett for his number."