Belonging to Lust

Alice and her two friends agreed to meet up with Zaiyia in the cafeteria for the duration of lunch, and so made their way to the double door leading back into the school, leaving her alone.

FINALLY!

Having to bite her tongue through yet another string of apologies from Alice’s friends, Zaiyia was now liberated of it and available to go after Chasity who was being pursued by Alan again. She looked like she needed some rescuing, and Zaiyia was more than happy to.

Whipping her phone out from her pocket, Zaiyia tried to text Chasity and get her current location within their school so she could find her and rescue her. The message she received back was that Chasity was in the Science hall trying to get Alan shut up until she showed up to save her. Cursing beneath her breath at how unstoppable Alan was becoming with every passing day, Zaiyia stuffed her phone back in her coat pocket and headed to the Science Hall straightaway. As soon as she entered the barren halls, she spotted the two standing in the middle of the hall squabbling to their heart’s content. Marching up behind Alan who was too engaged with running his mouth to Chasity to hear her coming, Zaiyia seized him by the back of shirt and shoved him with all her might into one of the open but vacant classrooms and away from Chasity’s presence.

“Nice of you to finally show up.” Chastity greeted her wearily, a smile of relief on her face. “THAT boy can go, let me tell you right now!”

“I know, girl, I’m sorry you had to deal with all that shit while I was away. But now that I’m here, you can go and head to lunch. I’ll take care of that scum of a mess in there. Alone.” Zaiyia instructed her, freeing her from the large-scale responsibility that was Alan that she was unfortunately pawned on.

Knowing her friend could handle this situation on her own with two hands tied behind her back, Chastity nodded and patted Zaiyia’s arm in thanks as she left.

Entering the empty classroom she tossed Alan into, Zaiyia slammed the door shut behind her and locked it. Her next step was to go off on this fool without the delay of teachers or students strolling on by. “You motherfucking asshole! Can’t you take a fucking hint! Can you NOT take a motherfucking hint?! How many times have I told you to back your stalking ass up off of me and my fucking friends!? Huh? How many fucking times, Alan!?”

Alan was nice enough to let a very pissed off Zaiyia to go off on him until she was finished, only then did the frustrated boy take his turn to let off some steam of his own. “Well, at least I’m not an unreliable liar like you are, Zaiyia! Time and time again you promised to help me, to be there for me, to get me out of this mess that’s my fucking life! And then time and time again you flake out on me or leave me on read! What the fuck do you expect me to do? Wait around for you to spare the time to give a fuck about anything other than yourself and finally fucking help me!?”

“Don’t call me a fucking liar, you stupid shithead!” Zaiyia shouted at him, trying to keep her distance from him because she knew if she didn’t she’d likely black out in a rage and smack the entire english language out his mouth leaving him unable to communicate which wouldn’t bode well for her. But damn it, her feet were closing the distance between them with each frenzied exchange, and so were his. Soon enough, they were gonna be within hitting distance of each other. The question was who would likely swing first. “I ain’t no liar!”

“You lied every time you told me you’d help me! I see that now! I see that, and what you really are, Halifax!” Alan bellowed at her, not allowing her hostile nature to scare him off with his tail tucked between his legs. This was his life they were talking about! He had to see it fixed or else this depression would end up killing him. And the only person who could fix it was standing right in front of him not doing her job by fixing it!

“Oh yeah? And what the fuck am I?” Zaiyia coaxed him to answer, stepping forward. “Go on, pencil dick, say it! Don’t get all shy on me now. Speak up!”

“A fucking liar!” Alan declared with a sneer, seething down at her.

Much closer to him than she was before, Zaiyia gladly helped herself to shoving him backward, making his back hit the blackboard mounted behind him. “Then how about we talk about you, huh? And how brilliant of a fucking fuck-up you are! Admit it! You had the kind of Happily Ever After romance with Alice that so many people in the world would kill for a chance to have and you took a fucking gun to it and shot it dead for a complete stranger that didn’t give a fuck that your ass existed in the first damn place!”

Having had his faults boomerang back at him, Alan couldn’t do nothing but glare down at her as he sniffed back the tears that rose to the surface. She spoke the truth, and it gutted his heart. But they were fighting right now, so he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how close to home she really was. “Damnit, stop trying to manipulate the situation and throw all the blame on me! It’s your fucking fault, Zaiyia! You have no one else to blame for the way I’ve been acting but yourself!”

Alan had Zaiyia speechless by putting all the blame on her for him acting like a damn fool.

What the hell did she do to start all of this?

Taken aback by his deranged accusation, Zaiyia lowered her voice as she demanded an explanation in the same heated tone. “My fault!? How the fuck is this MY fault?!”

“If you would’ve given me the time of fucking day then I wouldn’t have been running amuck for answers to all my fucking problems!” Alan explained, throwing his arms up in frustration as he paced from one end of the blackboard to the other. His response was bona fide ridiculousness even to his own ears, but what else could he say?

This all had to be Zaiyia’s fault! It had to! Not his!

Not the least bit sympathetic to poor Alan’s debacle, Zaiyia sarcastically replied with an eye roll as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, I’m sorry! I guess I should apologize for fucking up precious, entitled Alan’s life by forcing him at gun point, I guess, to break up with the girl he was in love with at the time to go out with me instead, a bad bitch that never wanted his bum ass to begin with! Can you ever find it within yourself to forgive me for being a cock hungry whore that stole you away from Alice cause I couldn’t stand her having you?”

Alan shot Zaiyia a vicious glare over his shoulder as he halted his uptight pacing. “That’s NOT funny!”

“It is until you start taking this shit seriously and listening to the fuckery that keep hurling out of your fucking mouth!” Zaiyia snapped at him, her hands now falling to her hips. “Come on, Alan! Get real here for a second! Did what I just say seriously sound like I’m the one that should be blamed in this scenario?”

Pouting to himself, Alan hesitated to respond when the truth was dangling on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t like the taste of it. It put her in a good light and him in a bad one. And right now he preferred to hold on to the delusion that she was the bad guy and he was the good guy.

Zaiyia didn’t need Alan to answer her. She already knew the truth. It was written clearly on his face that he knew she was in the right here and he was wrong. Him continuously pointing the finger at her was bullshit. All of his bad luck was his own doing and therefore his fault, not hers!

Of course, Zaiya wasn’t gonna voice all this to him right at the moment. The poor idiot had somehow managed to look so woeful it made her actually feel kinda bad for him. She just couldn’t bring herself to tear him a new one again. Taking a deep breath that ostracized her lingering irritation with Alan, Zaiyia walked past him to where the teacher would normally stand to address their entire class and pass on the knowledge. Planting her hands back on her hips, she turned to face him and told him. “Alright, Alan. You won this round.”

Confounded, Alan frowned at Zaiyia from where he stood. “I…I won?”

“Yup. You got me exactly where you want me. I’m standing right here in front of you ready to listen to what you gotta say.” Zaiyia expounded. “So, what do you wanna talk to me about? Your days at school? Alice? Football? Whatever the hell you got on your mind right now I’ll listen. Let it rip.”

Alleviation washed over Alan and it was discernible for Zaiyia to see as well. It looked like the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulder though there was some pause there that she recognized was habitual due to her recurring absence. He claimed she was never around to hear him out, or ever took the time to do so. Maybe he was right about that, Zaiyia didn’t really know. What she did know was that they had time within their lunch period to talk about it now while they were alone. If there was a time to talk, it’d be now because she couldn’t guarantee any future plans after this.