Mistakes ~skepnoblade~

7.

"I-Dave."
Dave didn't respond, turning and leaving the cafeteria.
Zak stood up, mumbling a quick apology to Darryl and Vincent for leaving and following Dave. He was screwed. Although, he didn't deserve to feel sad. Dave did. Zak was the one who lied to him because he couldn't stand to reject someone. It was stupid. He couldn't date everyone who ever asked him out because he was too much of a coward to say no.
Vincent and Darryl stayed in the lunchroom, awkwardly sitting there.
"I should have never mentioned it. Then this wouldn't have happened." Vincent said under his breath.
"Hey, no, don't blame yourself muffin! You had no idea Dave would be coming. It isn't your fault." Darryl attempted to reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He knew that whatever happened couldn't be good, but he tried his best to stay positive. Surely they could work it out? Hopefully it wouldn't get violent.
Darryl shook his head, pushing away that thought. Sure, Dave and Zak were both firm people in arguments, but he knew that the two of them would never resort to hurting one another. They didn't like turning to violence.
Meanwhile, Zak was still following Dave, doing his best to say something. Anything.
"Dave, please wait. I'm sorry."
"Zak, don't you understand lying to someone like that hurts? I would have preferred you told me in the first place!" Dave responded coldly. Even if he was acting mad, you could tell he was hurt. Who wouldn't be?
"I know, and I'm really sorry. I should've just told you the truth."
"Yeah, you should have. Now I'm not even sure if you do like me or not."
"I do, I swear. I admit to not liking you at first, but I do now." Zak spoke desperately. He had really messed up. He made a big mistake.
"I just think it's best we don't talk for a bit." Dave said quietly.
That stung, but Zak knew all too well he deserved it.
When Zak returned home, he saw a note from his mom.
Hey Zak. I'm going to be working late. Stay safe and call me if you need anything!
                                                             Mom
Zak sighed, dropping the note and entering his room, closing the door behind him. He was an idiot, and he shouldn't be feeling upset. He didn't have a right to be upset.

    warning! the subject self-harm will be ahead. the action is never done, but it's considered. please don't read if it triggers you, be safe.

Zak stood up and headed to the kitchen, glancing around. His gaze fell on the blades. Surely it couldn't hurt if he just...
He reached for it and held it in his hand for a moment before shaking his head. No. He couldn't do that. What would Vincent or Darryl say if they found out he did that? His mom? Dave? Dave might not care, but his friends would. He couldn't see how he would explain it to anyone or hide them. Already being able to picture Vincent's worried expression and Darryl's soft but concerned voice gave him another reason not to. Besides, hurting himself wouldn't make the ordeal any better. It would probably make him feel worse. He quickly put it away and left the kitchen before he could do something he would regret later. Just needing to get away from the object before he changed his mind.
Zak didn't bother trying to text Dave. He knew that Dave wouldn't want to talk to him, and that was completely understandable. He didn't want to text Darryl or Vincent either, as they most likely wouldn't feel like putting up with any more of his issues. Bothering them was usually something he worried about.
So, he just lied down on his bed and tried to go to sleep. Maybe sleeping it off would help him calm down.
But somehow, Zak knew he'd probably be worse when he woke up.
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hey! im really sorry it got kinda dark there aHAH- but anyways i hope you still liked it nonetheless! thank you for reading this chapter, and sorry if it's bad or short. i wrote this really quickly, so it may have some mistakes ^^"