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Chapter 16
By xFuRiEx

 


Anastacia

For the next week, I avoided both Zacky and Brian. I didn't speak to either of them nor did I really see them. Whenever I did, I ducked. I couldn't face them. Things always got complicated and I didn't want that. I decided that it would just be easier to avoid them. During the afternoons I would stay over at Taylor's or be somewhere else but at home. I also stopped hanging out with the rest of the gang. One afternoon, near the end of the week, I was over at Taylor's. We were just lying on her bed and talking. She knew the whole story of me and the guys and she saw things from my point of view.

“Everyone misses you,” she told me.

She had kept hanging out with the gang, since she was friends with them too.

“Especially Zacky and Brian,” she added.

I sighed. One thing I was extremely thankful for was the fact that Brian and Zacky haven't fought over me. They were best friends and seemed to stick to that fact.

“Both of them have asked about you,” she continued.

I sat up and looked at her.

“I'm sorry, Stasch. I just think you need to know,” she apologized. “They want to know why they don't see you anymore. They wonder how you are.”

“What did you tell them?” I asked, looking down at the design on her sheets.

“I told them that you're busy with school and other things. I don't know if they believed me or not, but yeah.”

“Thanks,” I said appreciatively.

“You know, you can't avoid them forever,” she told me.

I sighed, “I know.”

“Why don't you talk to them?” she wanted to know.

“Because I'm not strong enough,” I admitted.

“I'm here for you, you know? I'll hold your hand. I'll be your support,” she said.

I smiled at her, “Thanks. Maybe I'll take you up on that.”

“Good,” she said, returning the smile. “Just give me a call.”

Zacky

It's been more than a week and I was going out of my mind! I haven't seen Anastacia other than in class. It just so happened that this week was completely different from all the other. We didn't work with our usual lab partners and I didn't get to talk to her during those periods. For some unexplainable reason, Mrs. Canavan didn't give us mountains of homework this week either. Life was being a real bitch to me. The last time I had spoken to her was at the masquerade outside the bathrooms… Fuck! No wonder she was avoiding me! I totally screwed up! Why did I have to be such a persistent idiot??? She didn't even spend time with the rest of the gang either. Her best friend Taylor still did. I asked her about Anastacia, but she conjured up some lie about her being busy with schoolwork and stuff. Brian hasn't seen her the whole time either. We never talked about her, considering that both of us knew the other also liked her. Fortunately we weren't fighting over her. However, I knew things were reaching a point where they couldn't go any further. The first indication was the fact that Anastacia was avoiding us. I really missed her a lot. I missed spending time with her. I needed to see her and I was going to. She couldn't avoid me forever. I glanced at my watch, grabbed a jacket and headed out the door. Half an hour later, I was making my way up the tree outside her house. Her lights were already out, but I decided to knock on her window anyway. After a minute or two she appeared at the window.

“Zacky?” she said rubbing her eyes.

“Hey,” I said quietly.

“What are you doing here?” she asked groggily.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Would you come for a walk with me?”

“It's after eleven,” she pointed out with a slight frown.

“Please,” I said again.

She sighed, “Give me a second.”

She shut her window and walked back into her room. For a second I thought she was going to forget about me and leave me outside, but then she returned in a pair of jeans and a warm jacket. She had also inserted her contacts. She stopped at the window and glanced outside a little worriedly.

“I'll help you,” I told her, realizing that she wasn't fond of the idea of having to climb out the window and down the tree. “I won't let you fall,” I assured her.

She slowly climbed through the window. I went down the tree first and then helped her down. We started down the street and soon ended up on the beach. We just sat in silence, listening to the waves crashing to the shore. It was all I needed. Her presence. I just needed to be near her. I missed her. I didn't even realize that I said that out loud.

“What?” she asked.

“I missed you,” I repeated more audibly this time.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“It's my fault,” I told her and she looked up at me. “I put you in an uncomfortable position.”

“Zacky, it's not your fault. I let things go too far,” she said.

“No, I did,” I insisted.

The silence returned. A small sliver of light from the moon reflected from the water to her face making her hair shine a silver light in the darkness. It was mesmerizing. I gulped, because I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I really wanted to kiss her as well. The latter won. We lay on the sand kissing each other fervently. Time froze and I was unaware of anything else. Nothing else mattered. My arm slipped around her waist and I pulled her closer to me, if that was even possible since my body was already crushing hers to the sand.

“Zacky,” she mumbled into my mouth.

I slightly pulled away, not completely removing my lips from hers.

“I can't do this,” she breathed against my lips.

“Shh… Trust me,” I whispered.

I immediately felt her body relax and kissed her deeply for a long time before pulling back and lying down beside her, hugging her close to me. After a few minutes we stood up and I took her back home. I helped her up the tree and through her window.

“Sweet dreams,” I quietly said.

“You too, Zack,” she replied.

I made my way back down the tree. Just as I left through their front gate, I noticed Brian leaning against the wall, hands stuffed deep inside his pockets.

“This can't go on, Zacky,” he told me.

“I know,” I agreed.

 

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