~ Forest Green ~ (SkepHalo)

. 9 - Showtime.

-??????? 's POV -

I awake to find a sharp pain in my wrists, ontop of that, I can't see anything.  What happened?

This feels like a kidnapping situation. 

It is.

I struggle to get my wrists free,  as I hear footsteps approach me. Suddenly the bandana gets tugged off my face.

"Hello Vincent. " The voice says calmly.  It doesn't seem familiar at all. As my eyes adjust to the light,  I see who it is.

It's Dave. 

My thoughts go flying,  why is he here?  Does he have something against me? 

Before I could word out my questions,  he silences me.

"My name is Dave,  I'm sure you know already.  I'm not here to take your life or anything.  " He waved his hands,  showing a sign that he was peaceful. 

"I'm just here to ask,  you are Zak's friend.  Am I correct?  " He speaks to me,  his voice is cold like ice. I feel afraid without even knowing it. I nod.

He chuckles.  "Isn't it nice how Zak abandoned you for a boy he met for three seconds?  Isn't it funny? " He edges closer to me,  I have an urge to push him away. But my wrists are tied.

"Look on the bright side Vincent.  We can be friends and get revenge. " I should think about this.  Can I trust Dave?  He was an intimidating person in school,  but he was just bluffing.  I hope that where the case.

"I heard that Zelk's party is tomorrow,  and Zak is attending.  Maybe that could be our opening for revenge.  " He seems to plot like I wasn't here. 

I struggle in the ropes that tied my wrists together,  I feel them dig into my skin each time I struggle. It hurts,  but I keep going.

Soon enough,  Dave notices. He leaned forward and looks at me straight in the eyes. 

He leans back,  keeping eye contact. 

"So.  Are you loyal to that bastard,  or will you break and tell me his secrets? " Dave spoke.  His voice was intimidating and cold,  what did he want to know? 

"Let's start off with an easy one,  what's his connection with Darryl? " He leaned in. 

- Swearing ahead,  skip if you don't like it.  -

This guy is batshit crazy,  he'd kill somebody if he could.  Its basically risking my life if I don't answer his questions. 

"They're friends I think. " I replied,  trying to be as vague as possible.  I still cared about Zak,  even if he left me for Darryl.

"Ah.  Friends.  Okay,  okay.  Next question,  what is his phone number? "
He asked,  for some reason he seemed to chill more,  but he was still as intimidating as ever. 

"xxx-xxxxx-xx" I say,  as I feel regret crawling on my back as I see Dave write it down on a piece of paper.  He turns back towards me with a grin.

"Last question for now,  will you join me? " I took a moment,  looking at him. 

Though I felt everything telling me no, I felt that crawling pain of Zak leaving me.

So I nodded.

- Zak's POV -

The party is tomorrow.  I look like crap.  I needed to get my stuff together. 

I rummage through my closet for an appropriate outfit,  my mind keeps going back to Darryl,  which makes me stop for a few moments to gag,  this stupid flower disease is getting annoying. 

I realize something now,  I read in the article that you could die from this,  my heart skips a beat as I drop what I'm doing.

What AM I doing?

Just stalling time until my inevitable doom?  This is ridiculous. 

I don't want to die,  but in rash moments I can't help but push people away.  I'll never confess in this state,  who is it anyway?

The oblivious choice is Darryl.  I knew I liked him the moment I saw him.  His amazing green emerald eyes shone so brightly. 

I felt so nauseous after thinking that,  I ran to the bathroom.  I tried to stop myself from thinking about him at all costs,  but everything reminds me of him. How am I supposed to do this?  At a party as well,  I'll be a total wreck!  I promised to come,  there's no backing out now.

I vomit a total of three times,  I wash my face as I go back to preparing for tomorrow. 

I wonder how Darryl is doing.

- Darryl's POV -

The word pathetic swormed my head each second of the day, it was horrible to have to remind myself that its alright,  and its just a voice.  I soon stopped because it became tiring. 

I have to look at the bigger picture here,  the party is tomorrow.  And I'm not going,  but more importantly,  Zak is.  I don't know why,  but I know something bad is going to happen there,  and I feel the urge to protect Zak from it.

Pathetic.  This time I accepted that I was. It wasn't an insult anymore,  it was a way of describing me.  I should stop,  but it kind of feels okay.

I sigh as I walk to the bathroom,  changing into my PJ's.  I glance at my phone one last time,  and scowl.  

Screw you Zak.

I think tomorrow will be best enjoyed from afar.

- Vincent's POV -

So,  the plan was to get Zak drunk,  then get him to do something stupid,  giving Dave a reason to beat the living hell out of him.  Sounds stupid,  but it works. 

I feel,  happy doing this. 

I don't know why,  or how,  but I just do.  It feels so great to plot against Zak,  he deserves it.

His so called happy ending will not last,  and I swear by everything that tomorrow will be the moment he realizes. 

Dave also told me,  how quickly Zak abandoned him aswell.  I guess its just in his DNA to ruin relationships. 

He will feel my fist when he comes to the party,  whether its in the plan,  or not.  Darryl also needs a taste of his own medicine.  But,  is this all worth doing?  This is petty. 

But it feels so good.

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Hi! 
I rushed this chapter to get it out,  since I have a long trip,  and I didn't want to leave you guys on a cliffhanger!  Whoops-

Anyway,  have a wonderful day! 

-Harp