The High Life: Sex, Money, and Drums
Chap. 16 Zacky's Point of View
*Zacky's Point of View*
The morning after I saw Mari at the club, I felt like complete shit. I had been staring at the ceiling ever since I got home last night, thinking only about her. Wondering if Jimmy had gotten on her case about holding me, if I had made things worse by going to see her.
"Mari..." I whimpered, then jumped when my phone started ringing. I reached to the nightstand, then flipped the top, placing it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Zack." I sat up in confusion at hearing Jimmy's voice on the other end.
"Um, hi. What do you need?"
"Mari wanted me to talk to you. She says we need to settle our differences or whatever. I'm coming over." He hung up before I could answer, and I groaned and flopped back down. I got up a few minutes later to knocking on the door. Jimmy walked in with a case of beers, and sat on the far side of the couch, cracking one open for himself. After sitting there in a tensioned silence, he finally cleared his throat and spoke.
"You look like crap man."
"Yeah, I figured so; I didn't get much sleep last night." He shrugged solemnly, and swallowed more beer. I sighed and started up a game of Guitar Hero.
"Wanna play?" Jimmy laughed and got out the spare guitar.
"I may be a drummer, but I can kick your ass at this game!" I raised my eyebrows and stood up, picking the hardest song in the game; Through the Fire and the Flames. Jimmy looked at me quizzically.
"You sure you can handle this Vengeance? This song is pretty hard..." My hands got in position for the first few keys to appear.
"Trust me; I got this." We played the game for an hour or two, shouting and rocking out. Finally, I set my guitar down and wiped my brow.
"So, what did Mari want us to talk about?" He tensed up, but relaxed a little after taking a deep breath.
"About being friends again. She feels bad cause she thinks this is all her fault, so she wants us to make things better again or something."
"Well, I'm not sure you even want to be friends again, after everything that's happened. And I know, I shouldn't have hurt her. But, I just got so angry, she kept egging me on."
"That reminds me," he said thoughtfully, "what in the hell had you two been talking about?" He was staring intensely at me, and I contemplated telling him. If Mari hadn't then should I?
"Well.... We were talking about...." Jimmy leaned closer, and I gulped loudly. Maybe only a smidgen of the truth wouldn't hurt.
"I told her that I liked her. She fucking rejected me, and I lost control." I looked away, not willing to speak, though I could almost hear his fists clenching.
"You liked her, and she didn't feel the same, so you hurt her." I sunk into the couch, bracing myself for the punch that was coming. It didn't come though instead, he got up and threw his jacket on.
"Let it be known, I don't forgive you for fucking hurting her. But if you want, we can be bros again. Just," he grabbed his keys and moved to the door, "don't ever put the moves on her, or else I'll beat the ever living shit out of you." I nodded and he closed the door.
I sat there in confusion for a few minutes, wondering why he hadn't completely blown up on me. Eventually, boredom nagged me to my feet, so I went upstairs to get dressed. I needed to get my mind off of this, and the only way to so that is to get shit-faced. So I was going to the club.
After climbing in my car, I drove to Pizzazz, and parked near the rear entrance. I turned off the car and locked the doors, then put on my game face before walking into the club. After sitting at the bar, I took off my jacket and noticed out of the corner of my eye, a pretty black haired girl staring at me. She looked almost exactly like Mari, I thought. I winked and flagged down the bartender.
"Yo barkeep, a round of jack please." I reached around to get my money and with a jolt realized I'd left it in the car.
"Actually, hold that thought!" I jumped up and hurried back to the exit, feeling both the bartender and that girl's eyes on me. When I rushed to my car and pulled at the handle, I groaned when I remembered that my keys were in my jacket, which I had left in my barstool.
"Smooth move Baker." I whispered to myself and walked back to the door. Suddenly, it opened to reveal the girl from the bar, my leather jacket in her hands.
"Oh, hi! You left this inside." I smiled a fake smile and took the jacket.
"Thanks, it's got my keys in it. What's your name?" She grinned and stuck out her hand after saying;
"Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becky. Um, I hope you don’t mind that I ask, but are you Zacky Vengeance? You look just like him." Fucking fan girls, I thought irritated.
"Never heard of him. Say Becky," I said, "Can I get you a drink, as thanks?" She bit her lip and nodded. I got my cash and pulled her inside. We sat back down at the bar, and I once again called to the barkeep.
"I've got my cash now, how about that round of Jack?" He laughed and set the glasses in front of me.
"Just don't party too hard." I chuckled back and handed the first glass to Becky, wiggling my eyebrows. She giggled and blushed, hiding behind the glass. Maybe she wasn't so bad... I guess I would find out.
"And so," I said alluringly, "It begins." She raised her glass and whooped, and I clinked my glass with hers.
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I woke up the next day, naked under soft silk covers. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my forehead and looking around.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I whispered, then noticed a sprawl of black hair coming from the spot next to me. Grinning, I gently pulled the covers back expecting the girl from the bar, and utter horror saw Mari's beautiful sleeping face. She moaned and rolled over, placing her hand on my chest.
"Mari, get up!" At the sound of my voice, her eyes flew open and she jumped out of the bed.
"Where am I, what happened?!?" My boner nearly shot out of the sheets when I saw her tits. I was brought back to earth when she whipped around with a worried look.
"What the hell happened last night?"
"I- I don't know. I can't remember anything." She glared at me and I threw my hands up innocently. She turned to the door and slammed her head against it, groaning.
"Hey, we'll figure this out," I said getting up and wrapping my arms around her, "Don't worry, let's just get dressed." She nodded glumly and hugged me back before grabbing her clothes off the floor. After getting dressed and going into the kitchen, Mari made us cups of coffee, then sat down with me at the kitchen table.
"So, let's get this straight. We have no fucking memory of last night, and we woke up naked together. Damn it, the only thing I can remember is you calling me about something, but I can't remember anything after that."
"I can't remember anything after getting wasted at Pizzazz with that girl. I can't even fucking remember her name. Figures!" She groaned and stretched back, and I couldn't help but stare at her exposed stomach. God damn it, she had a nice body. I put my thoughts on hold until my pants loosened back up, then cleared my throat.
"What are we going to do about this shit?"
"I don't fucking know Zacky, I really don't know." I sighed and strained my memory, while she got up and walked out of the room. Suddenly, I heard my name being called, so I raced out after her.
"Mari, what-" I froze when I saw her eyes filled with excitement and a video camera in her hands. She wasn't even focused on the mess she had made.
"I just found the key to unlocking our memories." I grinned at her fake superstitious voice, and stared at the camera.
"Are you sure you want to remember though?" She nodded and hooked up the camera to the t.v., her eyes attached to the screen. I sat down next to her, waiting in anticipation for the image to appear.
The morning after I saw Mari at the club, I felt like complete shit. I had been staring at the ceiling ever since I got home last night, thinking only about her. Wondering if Jimmy had gotten on her case about holding me, if I had made things worse by going to see her.
"Mari..." I whimpered, then jumped when my phone started ringing. I reached to the nightstand, then flipped the top, placing it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Zack." I sat up in confusion at hearing Jimmy's voice on the other end.
"Um, hi. What do you need?"
"Mari wanted me to talk to you. She says we need to settle our differences or whatever. I'm coming over." He hung up before I could answer, and I groaned and flopped back down. I got up a few minutes later to knocking on the door. Jimmy walked in with a case of beers, and sat on the far side of the couch, cracking one open for himself. After sitting there in a tensioned silence, he finally cleared his throat and spoke.
"You look like crap man."
"Yeah, I figured so; I didn't get much sleep last night." He shrugged solemnly, and swallowed more beer. I sighed and started up a game of Guitar Hero.
"Wanna play?" Jimmy laughed and got out the spare guitar.
"I may be a drummer, but I can kick your ass at this game!" I raised my eyebrows and stood up, picking the hardest song in the game; Through the Fire and the Flames. Jimmy looked at me quizzically.
"You sure you can handle this Vengeance? This song is pretty hard..." My hands got in position for the first few keys to appear.
"Trust me; I got this." We played the game for an hour or two, shouting and rocking out. Finally, I set my guitar down and wiped my brow.
"So, what did Mari want us to talk about?" He tensed up, but relaxed a little after taking a deep breath.
"About being friends again. She feels bad cause she thinks this is all her fault, so she wants us to make things better again or something."
"Well, I'm not sure you even want to be friends again, after everything that's happened. And I know, I shouldn't have hurt her. But, I just got so angry, she kept egging me on."
"That reminds me," he said thoughtfully, "what in the hell had you two been talking about?" He was staring intensely at me, and I contemplated telling him. If Mari hadn't then should I?
"Well.... We were talking about...." Jimmy leaned closer, and I gulped loudly. Maybe only a smidgen of the truth wouldn't hurt.
"I told her that I liked her. She fucking rejected me, and I lost control." I looked away, not willing to speak, though I could almost hear his fists clenching.
"You liked her, and she didn't feel the same, so you hurt her." I sunk into the couch, bracing myself for the punch that was coming. It didn't come though instead, he got up and threw his jacket on.
"Let it be known, I don't forgive you for fucking hurting her. But if you want, we can be bros again. Just," he grabbed his keys and moved to the door, "don't ever put the moves on her, or else I'll beat the ever living shit out of you." I nodded and he closed the door.
I sat there in confusion for a few minutes, wondering why he hadn't completely blown up on me. Eventually, boredom nagged me to my feet, so I went upstairs to get dressed. I needed to get my mind off of this, and the only way to so that is to get shit-faced. So I was going to the club.
After climbing in my car, I drove to Pizzazz, and parked near the rear entrance. I turned off the car and locked the doors, then put on my game face before walking into the club. After sitting at the bar, I took off my jacket and noticed out of the corner of my eye, a pretty black haired girl staring at me. She looked almost exactly like Mari, I thought. I winked and flagged down the bartender.
"Yo barkeep, a round of jack please." I reached around to get my money and with a jolt realized I'd left it in the car.
"Actually, hold that thought!" I jumped up and hurried back to the exit, feeling both the bartender and that girl's eyes on me. When I rushed to my car and pulled at the handle, I groaned when I remembered that my keys were in my jacket, which I had left in my barstool.
"Smooth move Baker." I whispered to myself and walked back to the door. Suddenly, it opened to reveal the girl from the bar, my leather jacket in her hands.
"Oh, hi! You left this inside." I smiled a fake smile and took the jacket.
"Thanks, it's got my keys in it. What's your name?" She grinned and stuck out her hand after saying;
"Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becky. Um, I hope you don’t mind that I ask, but are you Zacky Vengeance? You look just like him." Fucking fan girls, I thought irritated.
"Never heard of him. Say Becky," I said, "Can I get you a drink, as thanks?" She bit her lip and nodded. I got my cash and pulled her inside. We sat back down at the bar, and I once again called to the barkeep.
"I've got my cash now, how about that round of Jack?" He laughed and set the glasses in front of me.
"Just don't party too hard." I chuckled back and handed the first glass to Becky, wiggling my eyebrows. She giggled and blushed, hiding behind the glass. Maybe she wasn't so bad... I guess I would find out.
"And so," I said alluringly, "It begins." She raised her glass and whooped, and I clinked my glass with hers.
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I woke up the next day, naked under soft silk covers. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my forehead and looking around.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I whispered, then noticed a sprawl of black hair coming from the spot next to me. Grinning, I gently pulled the covers back expecting the girl from the bar, and utter horror saw Mari's beautiful sleeping face. She moaned and rolled over, placing her hand on my chest.
"Mari, get up!" At the sound of my voice, her eyes flew open and she jumped out of the bed.
"Where am I, what happened?!?" My boner nearly shot out of the sheets when I saw her tits. I was brought back to earth when she whipped around with a worried look.
"What the hell happened last night?"
"I- I don't know. I can't remember anything." She glared at me and I threw my hands up innocently. She turned to the door and slammed her head against it, groaning.
"Hey, we'll figure this out," I said getting up and wrapping my arms around her, "Don't worry, let's just get dressed." She nodded glumly and hugged me back before grabbing her clothes off the floor. After getting dressed and going into the kitchen, Mari made us cups of coffee, then sat down with me at the kitchen table.
"So, let's get this straight. We have no fucking memory of last night, and we woke up naked together. Damn it, the only thing I can remember is you calling me about something, but I can't remember anything after that."
"I can't remember anything after getting wasted at Pizzazz with that girl. I can't even fucking remember her name. Figures!" She groaned and stretched back, and I couldn't help but stare at her exposed stomach. God damn it, she had a nice body. I put my thoughts on hold until my pants loosened back up, then cleared my throat.
"What are we going to do about this shit?"
"I don't fucking know Zacky, I really don't know." I sighed and strained my memory, while she got up and walked out of the room. Suddenly, I heard my name being called, so I raced out after her.
"Mari, what-" I froze when I saw her eyes filled with excitement and a video camera in her hands. She wasn't even focused on the mess she had made.
"I just found the key to unlocking our memories." I grinned at her fake superstitious voice, and stared at the camera.
"Are you sure you want to remember though?" She nodded and hooked up the camera to the t.v., her eyes attached to the screen. I sat down next to her, waiting in anticipation for the image to appear.
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1/24/14