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Animosity In The Ranks

Chapter 76

At this point there was quite a few feet between the two of you, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to move too fast after your little knee trick but you still started running. Were you scared of him? No. You were simply trying to put as much distance between the two of you so you didn’t do anything stupid. Your anger was through the roof and you just didn’t want to deal with the back lash of your actions.

You rounded around one of your two buses, the one you kept most of your stuff on, when you felt someone grab a hold of your arm and whip you in a circle. You came face to face with a livid Zacky who seemed to be breathing extremely hard as he glared at you. But underneath it all you could still see some of the pained glazed look in his eyes from when you had hit him. And that made you smile at him viciously.

“Fuck this,” you heard Zacky spit softly before using his bruising death grip on your left arm to pull you to him quickly.

Right before your life flashed before your eyes and your lips were mere disgusting half heart beats away from his you heard someone yell “Get em!” very loud from above. At the exact second you and Zacky both looked up you got hit with a slimy green mixture that had lumps in it and had a bad warmth to it.

You wiped warm, lumpy, toxic green goo from your eyes so you could see who was laughing maniacally at you from above. You knew one already as no one could ever even come close to laughing, well cackling impishly, like him. Eyes cleared to saw the back ends of Bert, Quinn, Dan and what looked like Jimmy’s lanky form ducky down onto the top of the tour bus they had ambushed you from.

“You are so dead fuckers!” you shouted up at the tour van where you could still hear some giggling, more then likely coming from Bert.

But as your words died off you realized both you and Zacky had said the same exact thing at the same time. The only reason you hadn’t realized at first was because your voices had almost shouted as one, and the only reason you figured it out now was because you ended before he had. A familiarity hit home once again deep down inside of you.

You watched Zacky shake his fist at the people on top of the tour bus in anger but could tell it was mostly playfully. As if you weren’t standing next to him, as if he had temporarily forgotten how you had groined him mere seconds ago. It was as if the laughter coming off the top of the bus mixed with the childish bright green slimy goo prank washed everything that it covered clean.

“I hope it’s not lube,” you sighed as you flicked a chunk off your shoulder and accidentally onto Zacky’s neck.

“What?” Zacky asked startled as he whipped his head around to look at you in shock.

“The last prank we pulled consisted of lots and lots of strawberry lube. Don’t ask,” you said flatly.

“If this is lube I’m going to kill somebody,” Zacky shouted up at the still invisible culprits.

“It’s cake batter we put in the sun to warm and goo up!” Bert’s tell tale voice called back down, as the group of miscreants still stayed in hiding and out of view.

“Thank god,” you heard Zacky sigh as he flicked a formidable looking chunk off one of his fingers.

You stood there for a moment letting the green goo slowly slide it’s way down your body and drip off onto the concrete to form into little puddles.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Zacky said after he spit out a green glob.

“Mhm,” you replied and then turned back towards the Used bus that was thankfully somehow out of the line of sight of your bus.

You reached the door to the Used bus first so opened it and walked up the steps into the inside, pausing before the top step to make sure no one was on board before continuing on up.

“I’ve got the left, you get the right,” you said in a monotone voice, hoping the unspoken command of and don’t get my shit went through.

Zacky nodded to you and then pulled back the curtain of the first bunk on the bus. Dan’s.

After rolling around in all of the bunks on your side you got out and then went for their clothes drawers. That was the beneficial thing about spending a lot of time of this bus, you knew where everything was. You heard Zacky get out of his last bunk but didn’t stop rubbing random articles of clothing on your remaining goo to offer any advice. You figured actions spoke louder then words and that he’d follow your lead and do the same.

Once you had sufficiently gotten most of the goo off of you, leaving sticky green all over the place you figured yourself done. Pausing you stood in the middle of the hallway near the front of the bus.

“How the hell am I going to get this off without killing our bus?” you asked out loud, not really thinking Zacky would reply.

“There’s an emergency shower outside the venue for like chemical problems of whatever. We could use that to get most of the remaining stuff off. But it’s strict cold water, no hot,” Zacky offered out of the blue.

You nodded your head and made your way out of the bus, stopping to make sure no one saw you coming out of it. Motioning for Zacky that it was all clear you waited for him to take the lead and show you where the shower was located. Which is exactly what he did.

After an extremely cold public shower, that Zacky had let you take first, with all of your clothes on you felt yourself shivering even though only a bit ago you had been complaining because of the heat.

“I can’t feel my fingers,” you muttered through chattering teeth as Zacky shut off the shower head and looked to be in the same condition as you.

“Here,” Zacky said as he abruptly took a hold of your hands between his own, which were only slightly tinted green, and blew into them.

The warmth on your tingly frozen digits felt so good that you didn’t even care that it was Zacky doing it. Your hands felt like you had climbed Everest without gloves and any warmth was good warmth you felt at this point.

“Better?” Zacky asked as he let go of your hands.

You nodded your head a couple of times as your teeth chattered loudly and rather embarrassingly. He shook his head at you and the both of you turned to walk back towards your buses and dry clothes, and you know you saw his own teeth chatter momentarily.

The walk got easier once you got into the sun, though you could feel the missed green goo drying and caking on your body in the spots you had not thoroughly cleaned. It crunched and got that icky kind of sticky that was half dry and half wet.

“I feel like I’ll never be clean,” you whined to no one but yourself even though Zacky was walking next to you.

It was then that you saw Zacky shaking beside you so you turned to look at him quizzically. Raising an eyebrow at him you stopped and coughed to get his attention. He stopped walking but not shaking. It wasn’t until he turned to look at you at your second cough that you realized what it was. He was laughing at you. And then he burst out laughing, obviously not being able to hold it in anymore.

“What?” you asked with your hands on your hips.

“Hold on,” Zacky managed to get out as he stopped most of his laughing.

You watched, completely confused, as he stuck his finger in his mouth for just long enough to get it good and wet and then reach it out towards you. You were so confused that you didn’t react until you felt his cold wet finger poking in your ear.

“Oh eww! Ahh! Get away! What the hell are you giving me a wet Willie for?” you shouted playfully as you jumped and ran a few half feet away from him, batting your arm his direction as if to ward him off.

Zacky started to laughing again but not as hard as before.

“No I wasn’t giving you a wet Willie,” Zacky said as he took a step closer to you.

“Uh huh,” you said skeptically as you took a step back, trying to get away from his still wet finger that was pointing towards you.

“No don’t, just stand still damn it!” Zacky said laughingly as he lunged at you and caught you in his arms.

You squealed in a playful and yet very real, but not hateful, disgust as he held you still and stuck his wet finger around in your ear.

“What are you doing you fucking weirdo?” you squealed as you tried to get away from him.

“You had a massive amount of green goo caked in your ear you dumb ass,” Zacky chuckled as he brought his hand around to show you the almost half a golf ball sized glob on his finger.

“Eww!” you shouted in disgust while laughing, forgetting you were still in his arms.

Not only that, but temporarily forgetting what had gone on between the two of you not more then two hundred feet away and fifteen minutes ago. But it was then that you heard a familiar laugh accompanied by one you didn’t know. At all. Not even slightly. And it was feminine. You stared in horror as Jeph and what you could only assume was the new girl came walking around the corner. Arm in arm. With a fresh cut flower being stuck behind the new girl’s ear by Jeph as they laughed together, in that big we-can-take-on-the-world-together type of way. Your stomach churned. And then it dropped out of the bottom of you as your and Jeph’s eyes locked. And then you felt your heart ache when Jeph’s eyes flick up to where Zacky was standing behind you with his arms around you, the remnants of laughter still on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jeph asked in a way that made you know how pissed he was.

Like he had any right.

“What am I doing? What the hell are you doing?” you shot back accusingly as you shot your head from him to the girl on his arm and then back at him, making your point.

“She’s not Zacky,” Jeph shot back.

You felt your body go rigid in Zacky’s arms but you were unable to move as you felt Zacky go rigid too.

“We need to talk,” Jeph said in a serious tone before turning and walking away, still arm in arm with the new girl.

Who now looked completely confused.

You could feel the doom impending on the horizon and it made your heart break.

“Let me go,” you whispered so soft that you didn’t even know if you had said it out loud.

“What?” Zacky asked.

“Let me go,” you said louder so he could here, ice coming through in your words.

Zacky dropped his hold on you immediately, as if you were caustic fire to his skin. You turned and started to cry as you walked towards the buses alone.

“Kales wait!” you heard Zacky yell behind you.

You kept on walking, crying.

“Kales come on!” Zacky shouted.

That was all you could take for the day.

“Stop ruining my fucking life Zachary!” you shouted back angrily and then broke into tears as you ran towards the Used bus.

To collect your things and move back onto the guys buses. You saw the end when it was staring you in the face, you weren’t blind. You just wish she didn’t have to have a flower behind her ear when she did it.

Notes

Uh oh. . .

Comments

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.

Tipikly Tipikly
5/3/18

Annnd new chapters....now?! Lol please.

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11/10/17

Update, please!! I love this so much!!!!

Holly Holly
12/24/16

I need moar!!!!

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2/4/15

OMG PLEASE UPDATE!!!! <3 this story!

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9/3/14