The Lust Of Pride

Chapter 10

Meanwhile

Zane was still sleeping in his house, snoring as loud as thunder, ignoring the sound of the alarm clock ring. He slept for a few minutes until he rolled over and fell out of the bed, hitting his head and woke him up, and as he slowly gets up rubbing his head, he saw the time in his clock. He immediately runs across the room and entered the bathroom,

Going to the shower with his clothes on, applying shampoo and soap on his clothes, hoping it would pass through them. He then got out of the shower and took off his wet clothes, quickly dried off and picked whatever clothes he has on his wardrobe, and then run outside of his room and slide down the stairs.

He reached the living room and grabbed his bag, then put on his shoes and ran outside, while his mother called out to him, saying that he forgot to eat his breakfast, but Zane kept running towards the subway, not hearing what his mother said.

As Zane run down the subway stairs, and like a cheetah, he sprinted towards the subway door, and as it almost closes, he slides through it, breathing heavily as he stopped and sat on the train.

He leaned back on his seat, looking at the ceiling as he closed his eyes to rest, but his break was interrupted by students from another school, a few jocks tossing a basketball to each other, cheerleaders gossiping while doing their makeup, and a well-dressed student writing on his notes.

Zane was annoyed by the noise but did not act on it, ignoring the students as they kept making noise. Zane while waiting, grabbed and opened his bag, reaching in and took out his sketch pad, and as he grabs his pencil to draw,

His mind turned blank, no creative ideas came to his imagination, and so he once again came into a block, but he examined the room, searching for something to draw, and an idea hit his mind.

He looked at the other students, having fun and chatting, filling the room with an atmosphere of joy besides noise, and so he held his pencil and started to draw.

Drawing first a train, detailed rims and seats like it were real, people sitting upright and laying down, and couples holding hands and kissing, and in the back, a few young students having a laugh, having fun as they chat, an image as beautiful as a memory.

As Zane continued to draw, he remembered a time on where he was still a young student in school, awkward and quiet, no friends and acquaintances, just a student on his first day in junior high, but as he continued to reminiscence,

He saw at the distance, silhouettes In white light, a chapter he wants to relive, but cannot, almost made him into a fountain of tears as he reaches out his hand in the memory, wanting to grasp to something that was no longer there, but as the sweet scent of memory drew him in, his solitude broke as one of the jocks in the other students walked up to him, breaking his focus and forced him to come back to reality.

The jock confronted Zane, asking why he glanced in their direction, Zane replied to the jock annoyed,

“Am I not allowed to just look in your direction?”.

The jock was angered by his uncaring reply and in his rage, he knocked Zane’s sketchbook out of his hand, making many pages scatter on the floor. Zane hurriedly drop to the ground, grabbing all the scattered pages, trying to put them back in his sketchbook, whilst the ignorant jock announced the abhorrence of his tone and words,

“You better answer me seriously, or else I’m going to do more than just making your diary drop pretty boy”.

As Zane held his sketchbook in his hand, he stood up and faced towards the jock, staring him down in his eyes, clenching his fist as his pride was tempted to break his face in half,

“What? Wanna hit me? Go right ahead ill give you a free pass, or are you too much of a p***y?”, saying that as he showed the side of his face.

Tempting Zane’s pride more, but as the train stopped and opened its doors, Zane hesitated the temptation of his rage, and so he grabbed his bag and started to walk towards the outside. The jock laughed at him as he walked by,

“Coward”.

Saying that as Zane passed by him.

Zane stopped for a second as the jock said that word to his ears, and then continued to walk, but as he exited the train, Zane held up a mischievous smile on his face as he took a step outside.

The jock kept laughing at him as he left, but as the train door closes, the jock tried to walk back to his group, but tripped on his shoelaces, hitting a few poles before going down, hitting his head one of the seats. The jock’s friends ran towards to help him up, and as he got back up, he saw a round of bruises on his forehead, expanding as seconds passes.

The jock was confused about why he tripped, and as he looked down on his shoes, he saw the laces tied with each other, trying to know why that happened, but as he thought about Zane, everything was clear.

Zane tied the shoes himself when he was down grabbing his stuff, having his silent revenge as the jock knocked at the train door, trying to go outside to Zane, but the train was already in course to its next stop, making his struggle meaningless, and as he screamed inside the train,

Zane waved him goodbye, smiling as he does it, the taste of revenge soothed his pride to a lullaby.

After Zane finished waving goodbye, he ran towards the stairs of the subway to go up, reaching a street nearby his school.

He strolled along the pathway and reached his school, entering its gates. He walked up the stairs and entered its halls, proudly worried about himself as he arrived early for the first in a long time, but as he stepped in, he saw the flyers, the banners, and the students promoting, and so he realizes in joy and disappointment,

“It's…fucking…club day…”.

He punched the locker near him, thinking about how much energy he had to use to get here, he could have avoided the train incident, he could have stayed home all day and just draw on his sketchbook.

He dwelled in his disappointment for moments and moments, but he ultimately calmed down, thinking that since he is here, he would just go to the art club room and paint on the easel.

He walked through the hall of lockers and turned, passing through the gym door, and as he passed by, he saw Daisy, being questioned by her followers, asking her why she suddenly walked past the students, walking by without even stopping to mess with them.

“Shut Up!!!”, Daisy yelled at them, angered and annoyed,

“If I ever hear a single word coming out of your filthy mouth, I swear that you will be the one that I will be messing up today!!!”.

Daisy’s followers trembled in fear as they angered their leader, silencing the sound of their words at her command.

Zane was confused but ignored her as he passed by, “I don’t want another trip to the principal’s office, better stay out of her sight”.

Zane heads towards the art room, holding his bag in one arm and the other one in his pocket, walking casually in the halls, like a normal student.

He then saw the art room door opened, making him smile as he walked, but as he reached a corner of the hall, he bumped into another student, making the pencil in his pocket dropdown.

Zane saw his pencil fall to the floor, and as he goes down in one knee to grab it, the student he bumped grabbed the pencil first, giving it to Zane.

Zane thanked the student, and immediately started to put the pencil back in his pocket, but hears a familiar voice, as the student spoke to him,

“Your welcome hehe”.

Zane hearing the student’s voice, the sound of an angel surrounded by singing birds, but to him, it wasn’t angelic, it was the familiar sound…

of a demon.

As Zane slowly moved his head up to face the student, he saw the very thing he wanted to avoid, to forget in this time.

“Y…You!!!”, Zane exclaimed.

As he looked straight at the eyes of the girl, while she giggled gently at him.

A girl, blonde hair and blue eyes with makeup that lights her face, thin lipstick, and straight eyelashes, a pretty face like a model, a voice like an angel, but as Zane remembers yesterday, he saw not the illusion of beauty, but her reality.

The girl named, Samantha Myers,

gently uttered a word

“Oh, nice to see you again…Zane”.