CHAPTER FIVE

Isaac was so angry.

More angry then Zac had seen him for a long time. The fact was, he wasn’t just angry, he was greatly upset and confused by his brother’s actions and words. They were supposed to be best friends.

Lara tried to calm him, but he pulled away from her, swearing and yelling out all the things he ‘should have said’ to Taylor.

Suddenly Zac shook his head in despair, turned, and jogged away out of sight. Isaac saw him go, and his anger faded.

"Oh Zac. Zac?!"

Isaac started to go after him, but Shannon stopped him.

"No, it’s ok." She said, and followed in her friend’s direction.

Isaac sunk down onto the sidewalk, silenced by Zac’s reaction. His little brother very rarely broke emotionally, and it scared Isaac a little when he did. Isaac dropped his head sorrowfully. Lara sat down beside him and put her arms around him gently. He closed his eyes and dropped his head against her.

"Why is he doing this?" He murmured softly.

Lara kissed him softly.

"I don't know." She whispered. "I don't know."

"Zac?!" Shannon called. "Zac?!"

"Go away." He exclaimed, the break in his voice clear.

He hated feeling like this. He hated it.

"Hey, Zac…"

Despite himself, he stopped walking away, and waited for her to catch up. Apprehension suddenly gripped Shannon, and she froze in his despondency. She stared at his unmoving back in the deathly silence, lost at what to do. Suddenly he turned.

"We’d better go back." He mumbled, and moved past her.

But he’d just arrived here. Shannon felt his eyes avoiding her, and it scared her. She had never seen him like this before.

"Zac." She said.

He looked up at her. It was times like this that she realised how gorgeous he was. As his friend, that fact sometimes escaped her. Taylor was stunning. Isaac was striking. But Zac was gorgeous. Even in this sadder moment the lights of the LA refused to leave his profound chocolate eyes, and they twinkled and sparkled in a tribute to his personality.

She gazed back at him, her unsure eyes pleading with him. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he pulled her gently in a hug. It was a need to be comforted that Zac rarely acted on, and Shannon’s heart raced with the privilege.

"It’s Rachael isn’t it? Rachael’s doing this to him." He whispered.

Shannon closed her eyes, and drew a circle slowly on his back.

"Yeah."

Finally he understood.

_ _ _

Taylor had initially been fuming from Isaac’s words, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. However, Rachael had soon talked him out of it, and he relaxed, smiling as she chatted comically beside him. He glanced over at her whenever possible, taking in her beautiful body and flashing, glitzy eyes. She was so amazing. Suddenly, her expression fell, and she swung around in her seat.

"Oh my gosh Taylor…oh my gosh you idiot….you…"

Rachael proceeded to swear as he glanced around in confusion and alarm.

"What, what, what did I do?! Rachael what…"

Suddenly, Taylor heard it. A siren. A police siren.

His eyes grew wide with realisation.

"Oh!" He exclaimed in dismay.

"Taylor!! What…how fast you were going?"

"I don’t know! Ok stop yelling, everything’s ok."

"Ok? Ok!? Taylor! They’re practically running us off the road!"

"They’re what?"

Suddenly, the famous red and blue lights invaded the dark car, and Taylor glanced in his mirror to find the car dangerously close.

"Ohhh my gosh!"

"Taylor pull over before they ram us!!" Rachael exclaimed.

Taylor pulled over the car carefully, his heart thudding with dread.

The officer approached.

"Are you aware that you were 10 miles over the limit?"

Rachael closed her eyes and leant back slowly, shaking her head.

"Um…no."

"Could I see your license please?"

A knife smoothly sliced through any hope Taylor had. He knew exactly where it was. On his bedside table, inside the wallet he had so foolishly forgotten. He glanced swiftly at Rachael, the look in his eyes clearly displaying his problem. She pushed her hand through her hair in frustration. It was going to be a long night.

The police car drove in swift silence through the streets of LA. Taylor’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding, making him feel nauseous. Thing’s were great. He’d just ditched his family and friends at a restaurant, been pulled over for speeding, was riding in a police car to a station…and he was going to have to call his parents and tell them everything.

He was dead.

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