I haven’t realized until now, but Zachary Thomas will do whatever it takes to survive, and with a father like his, I suspect he made this realization when he was very young.
“That was stupid,”
“No need to say thank you,” I say with a roll my eyes as the door slams closed. I walk further down the corridor and fall short by the chairs outside the principal’s office and turn to him.
“You shouldn’t have said anything,” Zachary’s face remains expressionless, but his words are filled with concern.
My eyes soften. “Zachary—”
“I mean it Nevaeh; he is just going to be doubly as pissed now,” Zachary argues and looks at me exasperated for the first time and I have to lean against the wall to stop myself from toppling over at the sight of it
“Why?”
“Don’t you see?” he takes a long step closer
