"This means we're now friends so you are not allowed to forget my name again" with this he scurries off.
'What the hell am i doing making friends?'
Zachary ushers me to my locker, a smile playing on his lips.
"You know they like you"
"Who?"
"My friends"
"Oh".
I pick out what i need from the locker and walk to class feeling chuffed to bits as Zachary follow behind me.
As we get into class, my heart drops to my stomach and i frown.
My emotions have been having a blast of late, changing at will. Pain, anxiety, disappointment and the electricity that ripples through my entirety whenever any part of him appears.
I trudge unhappily to my seat a world away from Zachary.
Unexpectedly he takes the seat besides me with a non chalant air like this was a normal thing.
"What are you doing?" I ask
"Getting ready for class, what else". He places his Spanish notebook on the table and turns to me
"I didn't do the homework, did you?"
"What homework?"