#zig-novaks

It didn’t take much of anything for Miles to go ahead and dig himself in a hole, but this situation with Zig was turning out to be more of a black pit of despair. Studying sessions turned into awkward attempts at hooking up weren’t exactly uncommon for Miles ---- but when it was the brooding gang member turned awkward and bashful crush, that wasn’t really his area of expertise ---- not to mention was that cold shoulder he was getting turning icy hot. 

Seeing the fellow junior in the halls, Miles confidently sauntered up to his locker, forest hues grazing over the area to make sure that they were truly alone, just in case anyone had a wandering ear and dared to listen in. A lanky forearm presses against the cool metal of the locker, leaning against it lazily. “You can’t ignore me forever,” Miles greeted without so much as a ‘hello’. He knew if he had, he was just giving the teen an opportunity to walk away. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you LIKED what happened between us.” 

(zig.)

It was chilly for a summer night, and Katie was instantly regretting not grabbing the flannel she had pulled out of the closet. But the destination was right down the street, at the small park in her neighborhood which was nothing more than an old swing, some benches and a few picnic tables. Plopping herself down onto one of those picnic tables, she shivered a bit before fumbling with her phone and the small wad of bills in her pocket. “Come on...” She whispered into the silent dusky air, not sure who she was even here to meet but knowing it had to be soon. It would get dark within the next 30 minutes and Katie, no matter how much she wanted it, knew it wasn’t best to meet strangers at night in the park, especially not to buy drugs.

It’s been two weeks, only two weeks – however, now Zoe wasn’t confined in the same four walls. Things were different, it seems as if the birds didn’t chirp and her every move was being watched – she was under a strict rules; home to school and school to home. In her mind this was possibly worst then being in juvie — the constant stares and whispers whenever she walked through the halls. Yes was no innocent, but it felt like everything she knew and had was crashing down – now all she was famous for were her terrible mistakes. Goodbye Hollywood dreams. The loud ringing of the bell, rudely awaken her from her thoughts. It was time, time to go to the Rubber Room, she didn’t know what to expect but all she knew was things couldn’t really get any worse for her. Finally reaching the door, the girl took a deep breath before making her big entrance. No surprise, all eyes were  on her for a second but, surprisingly, their eyes quickly shifted away just as fast. “Great.” she said under her breath, trying to figure out where to sit before she saw a pair of familiar green eyes on her.