~/Zak\~

My head was spinning, my fists burning with blood and hatred.

I shuddered at the feeling of adrenaline running it's course, bolting up and down my spine.

An old and guilty pleasure of mine I had tried endlessly to bury.

My eyes shifted to Darryl, watching as he stood, staring at me.

"Zak-?" He asked breathlessly.

"I-" a pang of guilt rung throughout me, realizing I may have just chased off my only friend.

He began to slowly approach me.

"Darryl," I paused "I'm- look, I didn't mean it- it was an accident-" I began to panic, the thought of being alone again holding my gut in a death hold.

Having someone talk to you- after our short interactions, it was now something I desperately needed.

"I-I-" all I could down was stutter, trying to find the right words to scavenge the poor situation.

My mind descended, spinning, before I was shocked to find myself being embraced.

"Zak...I can't believe you just did that."
Darryl breathed.

I stayed silent, drinking in the addicting warmth of touch.

"...No one's ever stood up for me before." Darryl said, letting go and meeting my eyes.

"You're...." He trailed off, eyes shining.

"Amazing."

My heart pounded at the word.
Amazing?
Darryl think I'm... amazing??

I was playing the good guy, I was helping, I was a hero.

No longer were the long days of solitude, sitting alone as others only gave as much as a glance in my direction.

I was someone.

"Really..?"

He nodded eagrly.

"I've always wanted to do that...to punch that bitch." He stared at the unconscious body in disgust, pure unfiltered rage displaying on his face, his fist shaking.

In that moment, I knew he was just like me.

"To kill her, even." He coldy scoffed, gritting his teeth.

I felt a smile beginning to creep onto my face.

"And you did it so easily! You saw what happened and immediately stopped her!" Darryl exclaimed with awe.

"I mean, it wasn't that hard." I smile.

"Well you still did what you did- and I'm grateful for that."

I smile, and Darryl's body is once again embracing mine.

.....

Another walk to school; another day anticipating mother's return.

The sky was a dark blue as I dragged myself to school, barely giving me the privilege to see.

And After yesterday, I'm not sure how to feel.

I felt eagerness fill my chest, the thought of seeing Darryl again contagiously exciting.

To see someone who understood.

I gidily walked on, my head light with anticipation.

...

♡/Darryl\♡

The bus ride to school felt decades long; every video seeming to be hours  apon hours of content all contained in 12 real minutes.

My leg bounced; my brain ignored the words from the video I had once found interesting; all to think of him.

It was strange; to be attracted to be someone you knew for almost less than a collective hour.

It was what he did; the justice he served; the beautiful act of revenge.

It make my heart flutter.

The thought of control; the thought of bloody revenge.

The thought of cleansing the world of their wrongdoings.

It felt so fucking good.

My heart pounded, my head spun and my hands quivered with uncontrollable excitement.

Killing.

It felt wrong to like something so grim, something so forbidden.

So... satisfying.

An end was put on my thoughts as the bus pulled to the curb, opening its doors to release up into our natural habitat; a highschool campus.

I threw my bag over my shoulder;
Walking to the aisle and exiting the bus.

Another day.

I walked on, video in ear, strolling in the front of the school, before taking a seat on a more secluded corner on campus.

I sat, simply watching the video in my hands, autopilot setting in.
I watched the screen boringly, occasionally glancing to the dark grey sky that had not yet been lit with autumn's iconic orange.

It was still 7:08, afterall.

As the video blabbered on, I heard the sounds of footsteps near with my open ear.

They stopped in front of me.

I looked up.

Him.

All the glory and feelings of admiration flooded back to me from the day before, my head light and my heart beating uncontrollably.

"Zak." I say.

"Darryl." He smiles, leaning closer to my face.

My heart accelerated, my thoughts going by so fast there were practically unreadable.

He leaned closer, a soft expression on his face, eyes full with an unrecognizable feeling.

He chuckled before he took a seat besides me, his hand softly brushing mine.

I felt warmth shoot through me, making my head spin.

His hand moved up my arm; light and sweetly, before he turned my head to face him.

My eyes gazed over him; his messy fluffy locks, his beautiful brown eyes.

I was torn on what to do; take the leap or play it safe?

But I soon found it wasn't my decision to make as our lips met.

His lips were soft and warm, yet rough.
He tasted sweet yet sour, comfortable yet fresh.

I pulled away to take a breath, locking my eyes on his; his eyes shining miraculously.

Before a word left his mouth, I connected our lips once more.

I pulled him closer, our mouths connecting deeper.

I was addicted to the feeling; the spinning head, the feeling of my heart racing-

It was so warm; so thrilling.

It reminded me of yesterday.

I heard the beat of my own heart in my ears; I felt the hot warmth spill out into the deep part of my stomach.

Passion.

Before my mind could catch up, I was sitting, panting by the prolonged contact.

"I-" I breathed, lungs still trying to recover.

"W-what is this?"

His eyes lit up, quickly looking to the side in an attempt to escape my gaze.

"I..."

He paused.

"I don't know."

I felt mixed feelings; I liked him, hell I might have loved the man, yet I felt everything had been happening way too fast between us.

A moment of silence; more or less felt like a decade.

I stood, looking to him.

"I really like you Zak, and hopefully you like me too. It's...it's really whatever you want it to be. I'll respect whatever you choose."

A rollercoaster of emotions; all wrapped within minutes.

A step to leave; a voice beckoning once again for my attention.

"Darryl."

I turn to face him.

"Darryl, I-"

His eyes gleamed.

"I-I love you."

My heart palpatated, I felt excitement course through both my blood and bones.

"Really?"

He nodded.

Someone loved me.

I felt my eyes water, stinging with tears at just the thought.

Someone cared.

I've waited all this time in this shit hole and he here he is.

Here.

Someone to pain those who've pained me. Someone to seek the revenge I've never been able to grasp with my own desperate hands.

My hands clenched, a broken attempt to contain myself, before I embraced him.

...

\^-Zak-^/

Heat radiated up my arm, the touch of another clinging close.

Darryl held tight, light sniffles still occasionally finding it's way to surface over the loud noises from the hallways.

I felt a bit awkward with him there, both arms tangled over one of mine, his back bending slightly to be in such a position.

Yet for a reason or another, heat was heat, and for that I didn't bother to care for the weird stares that followed us.

One step after another; traversing campus at a slow but steady pace; held something so calming.

My heart steadied, my mind at ease.

Perhaps this is what having connections was like; constantly feeling warmth and importance by others.

Whatever it is, I'm sure I can no longer live without it.

And with that sentiment, I'll make sure Darryl stays.

Stays my support system.

Stays the person who makes the hole in my heart a little less gaping, even if it's artificial.

Even if I know I don't really love him.

I'll do anything for this feeling; and by extension, him.

A false sense of pride built in my chest, my head feeling heavy with the red flags of malice at the mere thought of being important to atleast someone.

I pushed back the thoughts as we gained closer to Darryl's class, a few minutes spared for my own departure.

"Here it is." Darryl said, his grip on my arm loosening.
" I better go- I know you gotta go to your class as well... Where is it, anyways?"

"404." I said.

"Oh goodness- sorry to drag you to the other side of the school." Darryl apologized sheepishly, his arms now fully off mine.

I guess you could call this moment of humility characterizing, or at the very least, cute.

"It's fine." I brush off with a smile, shrugging it off. "I still have a few minutes to get over there anyways. I'll see you in advisory." I give a small hand gesture as a farewell, before I'm stopped.

"Zak-"

I stop, looking back to him.

He simply stands there, looking anywhere besides my eyes, before giving me a light peck on the cheek.

He smiled nervously.
"Have a good day, Zak."

He quickly stumbled away to his first period.

And with that, the warning bell rang throughout the building.

Fuck.

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Took a bit to write, sorry, I'm trying to make sure I won't heavily rewrite this in the future like I'm doing rn lmao

First half bit was written like a month ago, last half bit was in the last hour.

Didn't check it over so if y'all see any spelling errors, comment.

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No no we need to settle this

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