Chapter 1

Mouth hanging open and tears slowly rolling down his face, Zachary was frozen, unable to take his eyes away as he watched his girlfriend being pulled closer to another man's body. From the angle where they stood, Zachary could see them kissing, and the way their arms wrapped around each other showed they were intimate, that there was something going on between them. 

Disbelief swarmed his mind and invaded his soul, asking where he went wrong. Despite the confused and pained emotion, his anger surfaced and pushed everything else away. He balled his hands into fists and bit his lip until it bled as he stormed out of Kathryn's apartment.

The sound of the heavy slam of the door should be enough for the two traitors to know he'd seen enough of the truth. The fucking bitter devastating truth.

Zachary shoved past everyone he met on the way to his own rarely used apartment. The good image he had for the past three years blurred away from the pain that stabbed his heart over and over again. He just couldn't give a damn anymore.

Three years ago, he was just a bad, trash, good-for-nothing boy. He joined a fraternity, he smoked, had sex with random people, took drugs, and threw punches at anyone he thought was too willing or not willing enough.

But all of that changed when Kathryn showed up. Because of Kathryn, Zachary had changed.

Now Kathryn, even Kathryn, his precious, loving Kathryn betrayed him.

Fuck that.

Fuck love.

Fuck Kathryn.

Fuck everyone!

Fuck everything!

Zachary screamed as loud as he could as his fists smashed into mirrors and walls in his apartment. He began throwing everything his eyes could see all while shouting curses about Kathryn. His eyes flashed with a dangerous red glint that everyone was scared of as he stared at his own reflection in the remaining bits of the broken mirror. Drops of blood trickled from his fists to the floor.

Who cares? Who cares about Kathryn? Who cares about love? There's no such thing as love. Everything is just a fucking lie. 

Zachary heard his own heart shattering along with the loud crashing of the glass vase he had just thrown against the wall. He felt like his chest was being stabbed repeatedly as he slowly slid down against the wall, burning tears flowing out of his eyes like waterfalls. Each tear stung as it reminded him slowly of each day he and Kathryn had spent together happily.

Gripping his clothes, Zachary screamed his lover's name once more, feeling his lips and shoulders shake vehemently.

Zachary was right. There was no such thing as love. He was a fool for trusting Kathryn. He was stupid for believing there was such a thing as love. Clearly, there wasn't. There will never be.

Love does not exist.

"Here, drink this." Earl looked down at his friend after placing a cold drink on the table. He watched as Zachary stared at his phone, body slouched on the chair, ignoring Earl. The dark circles around Zachary's swollen eyes declared he wasn't in the right state to be talking. And of course, Earl knew the reason why. The drunk calls he received from Zachary the past few nights told him everything he needed to know. 

Fortunately, Zachary had stayed in his apartment the entire time. Earl wasn't sure if he was ready to pick up Zachary from the prison center again for different charges, from being in street fights to reckless driving like he used to three years ago. Luckily, it seemed that Zachary had only drowned himself in alcohol and cigarettes. For Earl, that was still better than having his friend put in jail.

Earl sighed as he realized it would be a bit hard to talk to someone who looked like shit. Suddenly, a group of girls Earl assumed were from ballet because of their bun-styled hair passed by.

"How dare that woman do that to Zachary…Hell, that cheater should be punished! God, I hate her so much!"

"I know, right? The nerve that bitch has, showing her face like nothing happened!"

"Don't be too loud. I think they're heading this way too. I saw her with her new boyfriend."

"Whatever. One day I'm going to teach her a lesson."

They all laughed as they headed to the counter, giggling when Professor Briggs, a handsome history teacher, came and bought a drink.

Earl sighed, and was a bit pissed to hear such comments going around as if they didn't have anything better to do with their lives but gossip. He was about to take a seat across the still heavily distracted Zachary when the cafeteria’s huge double-door flung open and two familiar faces walked in.

Earl gulped as he noticed Zachary's head immediately shoot up as if his ears suddenly twitched and perked up the moment he heard a familiar voice. Her voice.

"I'm not really hungry…" Kathryn said after a sigh.

"Come on, it's my treat," Chad insisted.

"But—"

"Stop it. Let me treat you for today. Okay?" Chad insisted with a gentle smile.

Earl side-glanced at Zachary whose hands were balled up into fists. His red eyes followed the backs of the two people they used to eat with every time their schedules allowed. That had ended just a few days ago, after lasting for past three years.

Zachary's eyes grew more intense with anger, and he was ready to attack the son of a bitch when he felt Earl's hands on his shoulders, stopping him from whatever he was planning to do.

Brushing Earl's hands away from him roughly, Zachary stood up and began heading out of the cafeteria.

"Hey! Hey, Zachary!"

Kathryn flinched. Nobody noticed.

"Yah! Zachary!" Earl tried calling again.

Zachary remained deaf to his best friend's words as he passed by Kathryn whose head was tilted to the side, avoiding his gaze.

Zachary scoffed. She clearly didn't want to see him, huh?

Zachary purposely brushed his shoulder against Chad's, almost causing the Chad to fall down. Zachary smirked, and Chad hissed. He was about to attack Zachary but was immediately stopped by Kathryn's hands.

Zachary scoffed again, and his mouth slightly opened in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Kathryn's delicate hands wrapped around Chad's arm. What a shameless way to coldly slap Zachary again.

Glaring at the people around them, Zachary spat on Chad's shiny shoes. The whole cafeteria gasped and paled in shock. Smirking with his nasty victory, Zachary headed out.

EVIL ZACHARY WAS BACK.