CHAPTER TWO
'She’d been smoking too much lately, after spending almost her entire summer vedging on Joey’s couch and trying to pretend she actually enjoyed the sickly sweet stench that hung in the air and tainted her previously pure lungs. Bridget never admitted when something was too much for her. Especially not to a brain dead oaf like Joey who probably couldn’t even spell stoned, although that’s how he spent most of his time.'
CHAPTER THREE
' “Sorry, it is hard seeing I haven’t seen you practically all summer.” She accentuated the end of her sentence, shooting Zac a meaningful look that he could hardly try and ignore as she rounded the car to pull open the passenger door. Her eye contact sent shivers of guilt down his dribbling spine, and he shrugged her off, climbing as casually as possible with a racing heart into his side of the car.'
CHAPTER FOUR
' “Ask her out?” Zac laughed in disbelief, glancing between his friends. “Are you guys not listening to me? I’m not into her.” He heavily accentuated each word. “What were you guys doing before I got here? Snacking on hash brownies?” '
CHAPTER FIVE
Her closest friend was a drug dealing pot head, and even he – as much as he trusted Bridget – probably wouldn’t want her invading his personal space. What happened to all the people she used to believe she could rely on? They’d been washed out like dirty stains along the way, either too useless or too sensible to keep revolving in the fucked up cycle that Bridget called her life.
CHAPTER SIX
She had pale skin, as though she had strayed away from the summer sun, and too thin by Zac’s standard, as if she would break in half with a single Karate Chop. He couldn’t believe Tam was afraid of this tiny, fragile looking girl who stacked her books away tentatively; she was hardly vicious. If anything, from her wide eyed expression, she appeared scared and kinda lonely.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Zac cocked his head to one said, staring at Bridget wordlessly. He hadn’t seemed to have a problem communicating when Casey was around, but now that she’d gone onto bigger and better things, he’d apparently lost his ability to verbalise what he was thinking. Bridget clenched and unclenched her fist uncomfortably, craving a cigarette to dangle defensively between her lips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tamara was a big influence in most areas of his life, but one thing she was always cool about was Zac expanding his horizons and meeting new people. In fact, there was even a stage where she encouraged his sociability, wanting him to depend less on her and feel more comfortable around other people. If she was going to change the rules, Zac wished she would have told him. He would have at least tried to appeal them.
CHAPTER NINE
Zac could never be the bad guy, Ben knew that, and he hated himself for labelling him that in their current situation. Really, Ben should have labelled himself the bad guy; he was the one who was lying to his best friend, and secretly wishing he was out of the picture. If Zac could hear Ben’s thoughts, he’d surely hate him. Realising this made his cheeks redden furiously in shame, so he focussed hard on the increasingly pink wall in front of him, hoping no one would notice how quiet he’d become.
