Animosity In The Ranks
Chapter 3
"So he really left you for a guy?" Jimmy asked, once again.
"Yeah, I thought he was talking about a chick at first, having the name Jean. It's a unisex name I guess. But when I called her a whore, Eric told me that he wasn't a whore. That's how I found out he was cheating me with a guy," you said into your beer.
The three of you had just drove around for a bit, catching up on what happened between the last time you had met. Filling in the missing bits and pieces of your lives, since e-mails and letters just didn't cut it all the time. It had been good, you got a few good laughs in, which was what you had needed. It been too long since the last time you had got to see the guys. They really were like family, and you loved them all dearly.
Except for Zacky of course, killing him would be about the only thing that would make you truly happy in life. But you missed the rest of them when they were gone, and this last bit had been for a long while. Jimmy was like a brother to you, he and you were as close as you and Matt, if not a little more so since you weren't actually brother and sister. You were able to tell him things that you could never have dreamed of telling your brother growing up. He was the best thing next to sliced bread for you growing up, he helped you out so much in school. While the rest of the time he made it embarrassing and lack in love, but that's what an older brother is for. So you spent the time reminiscing about old times, everything you all had done together. You even took the time to stop at one of those cheesy little photos booths and snap shots of the three of you pulling goofy poses. You were currently staring down at your set of them as you sipped your beer. You had finally stopped at a little pub for food and drinks.
"Wow, so what's you plan now?" Johnny asked.
"Go back about my life, go to work, go out, hate men, die an old miserable maid alone in my loft with my thousands of cats," you said as took another swig of your beer before lighting another cigarette.
"Oh man, we're not all that bad," Johnny said, trying to cheer you up.
"You say this yet you count the likes of Baker amongst you," you spat at your beer, not really directed at Johnny, more like at Zacky.
"Meh, you know Zacky is a group upon himself, so he doesn't really count. Besides he really isn't that bad for the most part. Just you don't get to see that part," Jimmy said shrugging his shoulders and downing his beer before signaling your waitress.
"You say so, but I say you just need to lay off the crack so the hallucinations will go away," you said smugly and downed your beer as the new ones arrived.
You grimaced at the waitress as she made googily eyes at Jimmy and Johnny. You couldn't stand girls who threw themselves at men, in general or because they were famous. It made you sick, and is why for the most part your friends were all guys. You couldn't stand girls, except for the two you worked with. But this made your new man hating trip a bit difficult, as it kind of left you high and dry on who you got to hang out with and be friends with.
"So what are you going to do for a social life if you are on a man hating trip and never socialize with girls seeing as you dislike them almost as much as Zacky," Jimmy said once the waitress left, as if he had read you mind.
"Become a hermit?" you asked hopefully.
"Riiight," came a deep voice from behind you.
"Brian you fucker, where in gods name have you been?" you asked without turning around.
"Out dodging fainting girls and crazed fans. You?" Synyster Gates asked as he grabbed a seat at the table.
"Hmm getting ditched by my lousy ex husband, finding out it was for another man, destroying all the china, silver and crystal in my house. And now drinking it all away," you said, passing him a beer since there were extra on the table, you guessed Jimmy must have planned.
"So I heard," Syn said.
"Shads?" you asked.
"Of course. Who else?" Syn said as he took a sip of his beer.
"I'm so going to kill him," you said.
"Why would you do that?" you heard Matt ask as he approached the table.
"Shads," Johnny and Syn said in greeting.
"M," Jimmy said in greeting.
You just flipped him off silently as a greeting.
"For one, you're my brother, so it's my god given birth right. Two, you've got a big mouth. And three, judging by the stench you didn't listen to me earlier and brought IT along," you finished pointing to the form of Zacky up at the bar, shmoozing on the waitress.
"It's not like I can leave him in a ditch somewhere, he is our guitarist you know. Remember, we have a band," Matt said as he grabbed a seat and a beer.
"One, he's your rhythm guitarist now. You could so leave him and survive just fine with only Syn, he's better than him anyway. Or you could at least bind and gag him and leave him in the hotel room while you come and visit, or in your house," you said, smiling as you imagined Zacky bound and gagged, stuffed in a dark closet.
"But that's the way I like it love," Zacky said, voice dripping with sickeningly over sweet charm.
"Shut your hole douche bag," you spat.
"Whatever fag lover," Zacky said.
"Nice shiner," Johnny sniggered.
"Yeah it really brings out the purple in your hair," Syn smirked from his seat.
"Get beat up by a girl?" Jimmy teased.
"Fuck off, all of you," Zacky sneered, pausing to sneer even more at you before slipping into a sickeningly sweet smile.
You shivered, in disgust. He completely revolted you, always had. You lit another cigarette as you stared daggers at him across the table while the others turned to conversation about the new album. You about tossed your cookies when he blew you a kiss sarcastically and then winked. As you controlled your reflexes to upchuck he burst out laughing maniacally at you. Everyone stopped talking and looked at you two, Matt giving you both a sad disapproving look as he shook his head.
"I'm going home," you said as you stood quickly, sick and tired of having to be around Zacky.
"What? Why?" the guys asked in unison.
"I lost my appetite for decent human company," you said as you once again shot daggers at Zacky with your eyes.
"Come by the studio tomorrow?" Matt asked hopefully.
"I work," you said bluntly as you reached the edge of the table.
"After work?" Jimmy asked this time being the one to sound hopeful.
"I work late," you said, once again shooting down the offer.
Usually you jump at the chance to be with them after they had been gone for long periods of time, especially after an extremely long stint like this one had been. Usually you were able to handle Zacky better, I mean it was never pleasant between you two, but you were able to be the better person and hold yourself in check better. But now, now you just couldn't deal with him and were liable to do something else more drastic than a shiner if you breathed the same air as him for a moment longer.
"Please," Jimmy begged.
"It's been so long," Syn said as he finished the last of his beer.
"Come on sis," Matt asked
"It," Zacky started but Matt violently clamped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Zacky just glared at Matt for a moment before turning to look at you, hate gleaming in his eyes making them sparkle joyfully. He really liked tormenting you way too much you realized as he grinned evilly at you and it shown in his eyes. You sighed heavily.
"I'll think about it. But if you don't keep an eye on cock biter here, I'm gone," you said to the table of guys.
"Yay," the table of guys chorused, very unlike their personified rock selves.
"Call you tomorrow if I feel like it's worth it," you said as you turned and started to leave.
"Ow," Matt hollered.
"You only wish I was a cock biter, then you could know the face your husband left you for," Zacky yelled at your retreating form.
You paused, but then decided against it and kept on walking.
"You fucking bit my hand you ass cheese," Matt said, cradling his hand against his chest.
"Learn to shut your mouth fuck bag, or next time it won't just be your face that she damages. Can't you be at least a little civil? We never get to see her," Jimmy said, not sure why he was even bothering to ask it.
"When she stops being such a crotch rot ridden hoe then sure. But I don't see that ever happening," Zacky spat, more towards you then the rest of the guys.
Syn knocked him upside the head for the comment. Thankfully you were out of the restaurant and down the street when he had said it, or he would have been in bad shape to say the least.
"Yeah, I thought he was talking about a chick at first, having the name Jean. It's a unisex name I guess. But when I called her a whore, Eric told me that he wasn't a whore. That's how I found out he was cheating me with a guy," you said into your beer.
The three of you had just drove around for a bit, catching up on what happened between the last time you had met. Filling in the missing bits and pieces of your lives, since e-mails and letters just didn't cut it all the time. It had been good, you got a few good laughs in, which was what you had needed. It been too long since the last time you had got to see the guys. They really were like family, and you loved them all dearly.
Except for Zacky of course, killing him would be about the only thing that would make you truly happy in life. But you missed the rest of them when they were gone, and this last bit had been for a long while. Jimmy was like a brother to you, he and you were as close as you and Matt, if not a little more so since you weren't actually brother and sister. You were able to tell him things that you could never have dreamed of telling your brother growing up. He was the best thing next to sliced bread for you growing up, he helped you out so much in school. While the rest of the time he made it embarrassing and lack in love, but that's what an older brother is for. So you spent the time reminiscing about old times, everything you all had done together. You even took the time to stop at one of those cheesy little photos booths and snap shots of the three of you pulling goofy poses. You were currently staring down at your set of them as you sipped your beer. You had finally stopped at a little pub for food and drinks.
"Wow, so what's you plan now?" Johnny asked.
"Go back about my life, go to work, go out, hate men, die an old miserable maid alone in my loft with my thousands of cats," you said as took another swig of your beer before lighting another cigarette.
"Oh man, we're not all that bad," Johnny said, trying to cheer you up.
"You say this yet you count the likes of Baker amongst you," you spat at your beer, not really directed at Johnny, more like at Zacky.
"Meh, you know Zacky is a group upon himself, so he doesn't really count. Besides he really isn't that bad for the most part. Just you don't get to see that part," Jimmy said shrugging his shoulders and downing his beer before signaling your waitress.
"You say so, but I say you just need to lay off the crack so the hallucinations will go away," you said smugly and downed your beer as the new ones arrived.
You grimaced at the waitress as she made googily eyes at Jimmy and Johnny. You couldn't stand girls who threw themselves at men, in general or because they were famous. It made you sick, and is why for the most part your friends were all guys. You couldn't stand girls, except for the two you worked with. But this made your new man hating trip a bit difficult, as it kind of left you high and dry on who you got to hang out with and be friends with.
"So what are you going to do for a social life if you are on a man hating trip and never socialize with girls seeing as you dislike them almost as much as Zacky," Jimmy said once the waitress left, as if he had read you mind.
"Become a hermit?" you asked hopefully.
"Riiight," came a deep voice from behind you.
"Brian you fucker, where in gods name have you been?" you asked without turning around.
"Out dodging fainting girls and crazed fans. You?" Synyster Gates asked as he grabbed a seat at the table.
"Hmm getting ditched by my lousy ex husband, finding out it was for another man, destroying all the china, silver and crystal in my house. And now drinking it all away," you said, passing him a beer since there were extra on the table, you guessed Jimmy must have planned.
"So I heard," Syn said.
"Shads?" you asked.
"Of course. Who else?" Syn said as he took a sip of his beer.
"I'm so going to kill him," you said.
"Why would you do that?" you heard Matt ask as he approached the table.
"Shads," Johnny and Syn said in greeting.
"M," Jimmy said in greeting.
You just flipped him off silently as a greeting.
"For one, you're my brother, so it's my god given birth right. Two, you've got a big mouth. And three, judging by the stench you didn't listen to me earlier and brought IT along," you finished pointing to the form of Zacky up at the bar, shmoozing on the waitress.
"It's not like I can leave him in a ditch somewhere, he is our guitarist you know. Remember, we have a band," Matt said as he grabbed a seat and a beer.
"One, he's your rhythm guitarist now. You could so leave him and survive just fine with only Syn, he's better than him anyway. Or you could at least bind and gag him and leave him in the hotel room while you come and visit, or in your house," you said, smiling as you imagined Zacky bound and gagged, stuffed in a dark closet.
"But that's the way I like it love," Zacky said, voice dripping with sickeningly over sweet charm.
"Shut your hole douche bag," you spat.
"Whatever fag lover," Zacky said.
"Nice shiner," Johnny sniggered.
"Yeah it really brings out the purple in your hair," Syn smirked from his seat.
"Get beat up by a girl?" Jimmy teased.
"Fuck off, all of you," Zacky sneered, pausing to sneer even more at you before slipping into a sickeningly sweet smile.
You shivered, in disgust. He completely revolted you, always had. You lit another cigarette as you stared daggers at him across the table while the others turned to conversation about the new album. You about tossed your cookies when he blew you a kiss sarcastically and then winked. As you controlled your reflexes to upchuck he burst out laughing maniacally at you. Everyone stopped talking and looked at you two, Matt giving you both a sad disapproving look as he shook his head.
"I'm going home," you said as you stood quickly, sick and tired of having to be around Zacky.
"What? Why?" the guys asked in unison.
"I lost my appetite for decent human company," you said as you once again shot daggers at Zacky with your eyes.
"Come by the studio tomorrow?" Matt asked hopefully.
"I work," you said bluntly as you reached the edge of the table.
"After work?" Jimmy asked this time being the one to sound hopeful.
"I work late," you said, once again shooting down the offer.
Usually you jump at the chance to be with them after they had been gone for long periods of time, especially after an extremely long stint like this one had been. Usually you were able to handle Zacky better, I mean it was never pleasant between you two, but you were able to be the better person and hold yourself in check better. But now, now you just couldn't deal with him and were liable to do something else more drastic than a shiner if you breathed the same air as him for a moment longer.
"Please," Jimmy begged.
"It's been so long," Syn said as he finished the last of his beer.
"Come on sis," Matt asked
"It," Zacky started but Matt violently clamped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Zacky just glared at Matt for a moment before turning to look at you, hate gleaming in his eyes making them sparkle joyfully. He really liked tormenting you way too much you realized as he grinned evilly at you and it shown in his eyes. You sighed heavily.
"I'll think about it. But if you don't keep an eye on cock biter here, I'm gone," you said to the table of guys.
"Yay," the table of guys chorused, very unlike their personified rock selves.
"Call you tomorrow if I feel like it's worth it," you said as you turned and started to leave.
"Ow," Matt hollered.
"You only wish I was a cock biter, then you could know the face your husband left you for," Zacky yelled at your retreating form.
You paused, but then decided against it and kept on walking.
"You fucking bit my hand you ass cheese," Matt said, cradling his hand against his chest.
"Learn to shut your mouth fuck bag, or next time it won't just be your face that she damages. Can't you be at least a little civil? We never get to see her," Jimmy said, not sure why he was even bothering to ask it.
"When she stops being such a crotch rot ridden hoe then sure. But I don't see that ever happening," Zacky spat, more towards you then the rest of the guys.
Syn knocked him upside the head for the comment. Thankfully you were out of the restaurant and down the street when he had said it, or he would have been in bad shape to say the least.
Out of all the fanfics this is the one I've read through 3 times through all 108 chapters. This is one of the best Zacky fics I've read and I still hope it'll be continued one day ; v; a very good read for any Zacky fan.
5/3/18