#rcughryder

                    mandy’s eyes mostly focused on his feet, golden hair creating a curtain around her face. hopefully hiding her expression, eyes cloudy even as he stopped moving. his words seemed to go in one ear and out the other while she rubbed her forehead, much rougher than necessary. a shaky breath as she shrugged in response, because what could she possibly say to him that wouldn’t make her a hypocrite? ❛ . . . they shouldn’t have called me up. ❜ she wasn’t ready, and she knew that now. she didn’t stand a chance against the likes of mickie, alexa, sasha, bay/ley --------- and her even her ego struggled to handle it. 

                    staring the man down, eyes cold, calculating as lips pursed. fists clenching before she made the strides to block the door, shoving the bags from his hands and clicking the deadbolt shut. her words were a lie, of course, so she didn’t want him to leave. but things had to be said if she wanted to get her point across. ❛ you should’ve listened to me. turned on him before he could do it to you --------- ❜ even as she took another step closer to him now, her lungs struggling to take in oxygen as she looked at how beaten, how battered he looked. ❛ --------- this is on you, zack. ❜

❛ there isn’t one. never was. get used to it. ❜

❛ i thought you ... ❜ a pause, because how had she been stupid enough to think he could love her? stupid enough to think he’d actually forgiven her? ❛ ... oh. ❜

❛ of course you aren’t scared, silly me. ❜ a smirk on her lips as she sank further into the couch, snuggled up right next to him, fingers tightly clenching his. legs moved from the coffee table to his lap, protecting him for the horribly scary movie on the screen. a small chuckled escaped her mouth as her head rested on his shoulder, free hand gently patting his arm. 

“I should have expected a response like that from you man.” People like Kevin never really surprised him, they were solely goal orientated and a pain in the ass to deal with if they didn’t get what they wanted. “Acting? You are kidding, right? Mojo’s my friend, I’ve got his back and he’s supposed to have mine,” Zack pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I was the one who got us in the match in the first place!” No, he wasn’t going to turn on his friend. It was a spur of the moment action, they’d be able to get past it. “Could you be any more of a hypocrite?”

“I duuno man,” he looked out the window, it was little downcast outside. It was a high sign that it was going rain but that didn’t mean necessarily it would. Zack shrugged, he wanted to go out regardless. “Do you think it’s worth risking it?” he gave Desmond a quick look and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn’t quite used to the bad weather if he were honest with himself. 

“Y’know this wasn’t exactly I had in mind when I asked you out for a drink,” Zack mused, sat opposite him in some weird diner he’d never visited was a rather smug looking Carmella. At least that’s what he guessed was her smug look, he hadn’t hung around with her for long enough to really know. Honestly, she’d played it smart he had to admit that. The fact that this was different to every other ocassion he’d asked a pretty lady out for a drink made him smile. He leaned forward and took a sip out of one of the straws in the milkshake, “Not sure if I’m a fan of the whole sharing thing though.”