Zachary

Was Evelyn this confusing in high school? I couldn't remember. She is seriously going to drive me insane. She has begged - okay, maybe that word is a little strong, asked for forgiveness for twelve years and once I offer a starting of a friendship she fucking bails.

"Let's not fool ourselves into thinking were actually going to keep in touch," she had said.
What the fuck?

I was trying, wasn't I? I went out of my way and took her to the goddamn airport so we could talk and for what? For her no say nevermind?
And what did I counter with? "Oh."
Oh.
Like a fucking dumbass that forgot how to speak. What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh.
God damn it, Zacky V. You're smoother than that!

I was just going to have to prove her wrong. I'd text her every day if I had to. We’d keep in touch. Why did I care so much though? That's what I don't understand. So, Evelyn changed her mind, she didn't want to be friends. Who cares? What was the big deal about that? I've don't just fine without her for the last twelve years. I didn't need her; I was doing just fine. I just...

Fuck. The sex.

The craving hit me like an eighteen wheeler. I wanted her around because sex with her was amazing...wait, what was a better word for amazing? it was sensational, phenomenal, mind-blowing, breathtaking...no, seriously sex with her literally took my breath away.

Fuck. Now I'm horny.

It didn't matter. I was Zacky Vengeance. I was a smooth motherfucker. Well, except for when Evelyn said we shouldn't fool ourselves and I said Oh.

God damn it. I groaned and pushed the thought from my head. I was smooth, I just wasn't expecting her to do a 180 on me. I could sleep with any female I wanted. I never got turned down. I just have to find someone to get my mind off sex with Evelyn.

Where was the harm in texting her though? I mean, maybe she would like to have sex every once in a while. I know she enjoyed it, so why wouldn't she? Except I broke a promise to her and left the state when I told her I would wake her before I left. But I apologized for that and we were good now.

Well, we were until she said we wouldn't keep in touch. Fucking women, man! Can't live with them, can't live without them.

I spend my next two weeks rolling off of or out from under women. Matt said there was a hole, a void, inside of me that I was trying to fill with sex. I told Matt to mind his business. If it wasn't for the deal he struck with Evelyn I would probably still be dating her, fucking her. But now I was searching for something new, something better. Something better hasn't come around and I was tired of having sex with a new girl every few nights. I was tired of their expectations. They expected a phone call the next day, dinner, they expected me to remember their names. I didn't care about all of that, I just wanted to fuck and then leave.

What the fuck have I turned into? I'm like Synyster Gates before he settled down!
Speaking of Brian, he says the sex with Evelyn was so good because I have a connection with her, because of our past, because I took her virginity. I didn't want to have a connection with her or anyone else for that matter. I just wanted to have really great sex and be single for the rest of my life. I only fell for psychopaths anyways; it wasn't worth it.

Speaking of psychopaths, I really wish Gena would get out of my bed, out of my house. I don't want to throw her out in case I decide I want to see her again, but right now looking at her is making me nauseated. The sex with her is good as long as I can block out how much of a shitty resin she is but the sex was over and she still wrapped up in my sheets beside me. The sex with her is good as long as I can block out how much of a shitty person she is but the sex was over and she still wrapped up in my sheets beside me. She lay on her side, her head was propped up with her arm and she just stared at me. I was laying comfortably on my stomach trying to focus on my phone.

Evelyn scarcely texted me back in the last two weeks and hasn't returned any of my phone calls. What the fuck was her problem? Was she playing hard to get because that shit isn't cute at all. She asked for my forgiveness and here I am trying to fuck her and, what's the difference between the two, honestly? Plus, it's not like my texts have been fuckboy-like. I've asked her how her day was, how her week has gone how she has been. Not once have I sent her "DTF?" or "Send nudes."

God, I want to see her naked again. So bad. I nibbled at my lip as a thought occurred to me. I've got money, and a flight to New York takes what - five hours non-stop? I glance at the cock and then back at my phone.

"Why are you booking a flight?" Gena asked me.
Fuck. She was still here? And being nosy, might I add. I put my phone down and rolled out of bed.

"Gena, you need to go. I forgot I have a thing." I tell her while I pull on some pants.

She raised up, clenching the sheet around her chest. "What type of thing?" she asks.

"It doesn't matter. I just realized the time so, I need you to go so I can shower and pack." I tell her. I grabbed my backpack from my closet. I only needed the essentials and a change of clothes or so.

"Well, maybe I can help you in the shower," she says seductively.

Ugh. No.
I shook my head. "No, seriously. Gena. I have to leave in like an hour to get to the airport on time."

"Okay, so I'll drive you to the airport. I was really hoping we could talk. I love you. I miss you and it's obvious you still care about me too otherwise you wouldn't have called." She frowns.

I roll my eyes. Fuck, remind me not to do this to myself again. I walk into the bathroom. "Just don't forget to lock up when you leave, please." I smile before shutting the door.

I can't believe I am doing this again. How much money am I going to spend just so I can have sex with this girl? I've already flown across the country once and paid for her time and now I'm doing it again. Well, except this time I’m not paying for anything except a plane ticket.

The cabby asked me where I wanted to go as soon as I got into the cab. God, I hated cabs. They always smelled like piss, shit, and vomit. I'm thankful Evelyn's address was easy to remember.

"But can you stop by a liquor store first? Any will do." The cabby nods and begins to drive off. I wasn't going to get Evelyn drunk so it would be easier to persuade her to have sex with me. I'm not a rapist, I'm not a monster. I was just getting liquor in hopes it would help loosen her up a bit. Maybe she'll let her guard down. Maybe she'll tell me why her complicated ass has been ignoring me for the last two weeks.

I won't get her drunk, I won't even try to get her tipsy. After all, I want her to remember this, I want her to want more. I want...need her body to crave mine the way mine craves hers.

I also was hoping the liquor would calm my nerves. Why was I so nervous? Fuck, Zacky V, pull it together.

Maybe the liquor was a bad idea. Does it scream rapist? Fuck. I know I can get her to willingly have sex with me without liquor. I don't need it.

It's too late, however and the bottle is already in my hand. We're already headed to her house. Fuck. What if Whitney is there? That bitch will ruin everything.

We pull up and I pay the cabby. I'm tempted to give him the bottle as a tip but decide against it. This is a perfectly good bottle of Jack. If anything I'll keep it in case the night doesn't go as planned.

There's a car in the driveway that I don't recognize. That doesn't mean much since I've only been here once before but I have a feeling it's Whitney's. Fuck. There goes my night.

I'm debating ringing the doorbell or calling the cabby back when the front door opens. Evelyn is standing there next to a man; she kisses him on the lips.

God damn it. I forgot about her boyfriend. Now I feel really fucking stu...

"Zack?" Evelyn called once she noticed me standing a few feet away.
Stupid. I'm fucking stupid.

"Hey, Evelyn." I say with as much confidence as I can. She looks utterly surprised to see me and...pleased, maybe?
Huh, maybe I’m not so stupid after all. She did say her relationship was nothing serious, right?

I take a few steps towards her, closing the gap between us. "Jeff," the guy Evelyn kissed moments ago announced. He stuck his hand out and I took it not breaking my gaze from Evelyn. "Evelyn's boyfriend," he emphasizes, squeezing my hand so hard I think he was trying to break it.

I look at him with a smile. "Awesome."

"What are you doing here?" Evelyn asked.

I shrugged. "I came to hang out." She stares at me but doesn't say anything. I can feel Jeff's eyes burning into my soul. I glance over at him. "It was nice to meet you, Jeff...weren't you leaving?"

Jeff stares at me and then at Evelyn. "Can I talk to you in private?" He asked her. Oh, he was jealous. Rightfully so, considering I planned to have his girlfriend screaming my name in a few hours.

"I'll just go in then. Is Whitney home?" I ask. Evelyn shakes her head. Fucking score. I walk into the house with a smile on my face. I close the door behind me but stand next to it, eavesdropping.

"I didn't know he was coming, Jeff." Evelyn said.

"Who the fuck is he in the first place?" Jeff asked in a quieter voice.

"Just a friend from California," she told him. I rolled my eyes. Jeff said something I couldn't make out and then Evelyn said, "What? No, he's not in a band. You're being crazy."

I couldn't help but snicker. Why would she lie about that? Of course I was who he thought I was. I was proud of it too. I had chicks who begged me to sign their dildos, I tour with Metallica. I'm awesome. My band is awesome.

The door opened and Evelyn walked in. She glares at me. "What are you doing here, Zack? You can't keep showing up unannounced. Jeff..."

I cut her off. "Jeff sounds like a total tool. You should have told him who I was."

She rolls her eyes. "Why? I really don't want people to know I know you. And not for the reason you think! I'm not ashamed of you, It's the opposite, really. I don't want to be bugged about autographs and getting tickets for shows. I don't want to deal with my friends being your fans."

I shrugged. "Well, I brought you a present." I pulled the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the brown bad and set it down on the table.

Evelyn shook her head. "No, the last time we drank together was a mistake? Your words, not mine - remember? We slept together and you left in the middle of the night even though you promised you'd stay."

I smiled at her. "Okay, but what if I promise not to leave again?"

She laughed. "You just met my boyfriend, Zack!"

"And?" I asked smugly. "I told you he was a tool."

Evelyn shook her head again. "Nope, I'm not drinking so..." She opened the front door, kindly kicking me out.

"Okay, okay," I laugh. I did not come all this way for nothing. "But for real, I just flew across the country for you again. Can we please just hang out? You've been ignoring my texts, maybe you can tell me why? When I told you I wanted to be friends, I meant it."

She stared at me for a few seconds. "Okay," she gives in with a smile.

Notes

Meant to post this last night but I got a little distracted by my country burning itself to the ground with the election results. Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is muchly appreciated.

Thank you to kaylakakes for commenting on the last chapter.

Title credit: Avenged Sevenfold "Shepherd of Fire"