Zac sat with his hands tangling in his hair, and his forehead resting on the edge of his desk. God, his class had been a nightmare. Mechelle wasn't there, and every time he looked at the door, he expected her to be standing there idly, waiting for an invite to come in.
He was lucky if any of the students learned anything today. Besides that their instructor was an insensitive moron that is.
His eyes closed, shutting out the light. Darkness was what he wanted now. To wallow in self-pity and disgust for the moment until he thought of a way to redeem himself in Mechelle's eyes.
"You know if you're going to pout about it, it's not going to make it better at all." Jakob snorted from the doorway.
Zac refused movement, "I'm not pouting." He defended. "I'm sulking.
Jakob grinned, "Whatever," he shrugged. "Your use of semantics can be overly annoying at times, Zac."
"Only at times?" He questioned, still remaining unmoved.
"I'm being nice." Jakob murmured dryly, "However I won't be nice anymore if you don't start returning it."
Zac snorted this time.
"I can help with Mechelle, Zac." He added softly.
His head jerked up, and he surveyed his friend quizzically, "How?" He questioned disbelief clearly evident in his voice.
Jakob turned his nose up, "I happen to know her new class schedule." He informed airily.
"New?" Zac squeaked.
He laughed lightly, "Voice cracking again, Zac?" He teased, playing for time.
Zac glared, "No, Jakob. My voice is done changing now, thank you anyway for your concern though."
Jakob grinned, "No problem, just looking out for my fellow friend."
Zac sighed in frustration, "Are you going to explain Mechelle's new class schedule to me or do I have to beat it out of you?" He asked sourly.
"Or if I have to," He started. "I could get Doreen to get it out of you. You know I'm her favorite."
"Sadly enough, that's true." Jakob acknowledged wryly, "Though I have yet to figure out why."
Zac smiled, "Because I'm cuter."
Jakob smirked, "Yeah, that's it." He murmured sarcastically before smacking his forehead with the heel of his hand lightly. "That has to be it."
"You know it," He stated laughing. "Now tell!"
"Well... she's transferred out of your class." Jakob said calmly.
Zac watched his facial features and his own fell, "There's really bad news coming isn't there?"
Jakob nodded slowly, "She's trying to transfer out of Seymour as well, Zac."
The notion struck him hard, as if he had been punched harshly in the gut. "Oh." He muttered in shock. I screwed up. He thought with distaste, I screwed up bad.
"She has a couple weeks, a month tops." Jakob relayed gently. The silence was enough to clue him in on his friends feeling, "I'm so sorry, Zac."
Zac shook his head, "It's not your fault." He stated hoarsely. "It's mine. All mine."
