Zacky hadn't really been planning on being home today. He had left early to head to the gym he was a member of before the sun was even up. He had gotten his workout in and returned home to have a nutrient rich smoothie that he had to gag down. He had discovered that he was out of his preferred protein powder and only had the cheap shit he had picked up from walmart when he was in a bind. It had to do and it did it's job, after Zacky convinced himself that he had already made the smoothie so it was stupid to toss it down the drain. Full, Zacky headed up to his bedroom and was quick to shower. None of the boy shad bothered him so far and since he wasn't personally feeling up to doing anything work related, Zacky settled down in a pair of basketball shorts. He had assumed that Emily and Maddy would be gone by now as he had taken a considerably lengthy shower.
Heading back downstairs, Zacky busied himself with making a grilled ham and cheese sandwich (and tomato soup because it's basically a requirement). So absorbed in the task at hand, Zacky hadn't even heard the car pull up outside. He didn't know someone was there until the doorbell rang. His eyes narrowed as he twisted, contemplating grabbing a knife from the block sitting on his counter but he decided against it. No one that was after him would have been polite enough to ring the doorbell before trying to kill him. His world simply didn't work that way.
Pulling up the door, Zacky immediately found himself scowling in some guy's face. He was shirtless and irritable because his side was still sore from when he had been stabbed. Zacky had half the mind to shut the door in the guy's face but then he was asking about Emily with a rather unhappy scowl on his face. Zacky's eyes narrowed as he took a step out of the house, eyeing the man up and down.
"And you are?"
"Spencer."
Zacky laughed, looking down to his feet before he looked back up to Spencer. "She doesn't want to talk to you."
"That's not what she said last night."
Zacky hadn't been prepared for the wave of jealousy that washed over him. "What? What did you just say?"
"She seemed a little eager to get a taste of me, if you know what I mean."
Zacky tilted his head to the side, his back straightening as he gave a small shake of his head. "No. I don't know what you mean."
"Come on, man. Emily is, like, practically begging for my co-" Spencer hadn't been prepared. Zacky threw a punch half way through Spencer's sentence. Zacky hadn't even flinched after, shaking his hand out as he studied Spencer's sprawled out form. He'd been thrown backward, down the steps and landed with a thud on the concrete.
"Get the fuck off of my property," Zacky hissed through gritted teeth, his hands balled into fists. He was completely unaware of Emily rounded the corner into the foyer behind him.
Heading back downstairs, Zacky busied himself with making a grilled ham and cheese sandwich (and tomato soup because it's basically a requirement). So absorbed in the task at hand, Zacky hadn't even heard the car pull up outside. He didn't know someone was there until the doorbell rang. His eyes narrowed as he twisted, contemplating grabbing a knife from the block sitting on his counter but he decided against it. No one that was after him would have been polite enough to ring the doorbell before trying to kill him. His world simply didn't work that way.
Pulling up the door, Zacky immediately found himself scowling in some guy's face. He was shirtless and irritable because his side was still sore from when he had been stabbed. Zacky had half the mind to shut the door in the guy's face but then he was asking about Emily with a rather unhappy scowl on his face. Zacky's eyes narrowed as he took a step out of the house, eyeing the man up and down.
"And you are?"
"Spencer."
Zacky laughed, looking down to his feet before he looked back up to Spencer. "She doesn't want to talk to you."
"That's not what she said last night."
Zacky hadn't been prepared for the wave of jealousy that washed over him. "What? What did you just say?"
"She seemed a little eager to get a taste of me, if you know what I mean."
Zacky tilted his head to the side, his back straightening as he gave a small shake of his head. "No. I don't know what you mean."
"Come on, man. Emily is, like, practically begging for my co-" Spencer hadn't been prepared. Zacky threw a punch half way through Spencer's sentence. Zacky hadn't even flinched after, shaking his hand out as he studied Spencer's sprawled out form. He'd been thrown backward, down the steps and landed with a thud on the concrete.
"Get the fuck off of my property," Zacky hissed through gritted teeth, his hands balled into fists. He was completely unaware of Emily rounded the corner into the foyer behind him.
October 29th, 2017 at 05:44am