Zach Dempsey 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

Death replied. "That's a bit cold," Archillus commented. "When you're in my position you would understand," Death said. "if I am in your position, I would stay with her as long as I can." Archillus kept looking on Emily. Emily sat beside Kendra and Zachary. Their walking aids are placed on the arm support of the pew. Zachary's tears finally stopped flowing. "Why does she have to die?" Zachary questioned. "I'm asking the same question Zach." Kendra rubbed her palm around Zachary's back.

Anywhere that wasn’t filled with the result of my horrible decision. From behind, Dempsey's footsteps echoed behind me. Out of earshot, I turned and faced Dempsey. “You don’t have to come.” “I know.” “Then why are you following me?” “Because I wanted to talk to you,” Dempsey said. My brows arched. Dempsey and I were never close. And in the locker room then, we might’ve had one or two arguments. So why did he want to talk to me? He rubbed the back of his head. “Zane is making you uncomfortable, right?” he asked. “I told him we should set out mats somewhere else but he insisted we take a spot right next to you.”

The boys sat on the long couch, Me and Rilee sat on the medium length and our parents sat opposite the boys on the long couch. "Explanation please" Mom demanded. We all look at each other nervously. "Why does Zach have a bandage on his head? why does that young guy have a cast on his hand? And why does the other guy have to walk with crutches?" Zach's mom glared. "Is someone gonna explain?" Mom was furious. "Ok," I finally spoke up. I went on telling them everything that happened, They all gasped.

So, if you visit, call first. They end the call and Sebastian carefully holds Temperance against him. “Baby, if you can hear me, please get better. I love you and I need you, please don’t give up. Stay with me.” Meanwhile at the prison. “My head, that bastard can hit,” Jasper complains. “Why am I here, Zach? I told you about my connection to Reynolds. I am not a part of his plans anymore,” Jasper huffs. Zachary shows him the video of Mora planting the bomb.

"That's exactly why ... I have to investigate her more thoroughly before I proceed with my plan. Besides ... we have to stop the organisation's activities for a while. While we recover and rebuild our headquarters, right?" Arash said this while staring at the student card in his right hand. "You want to approach her, not just to recruit a woman named Zaya. But also because you're attracted to her, right, Arash?" Guessed Demian. The man with a handsome face and sharp eyes then frowned as he turned to his friend. "It looks like ... it was your left arm that got shot, right, Demian? Not your head ... let alone your brain.’ And Demian laughed while grimacing to endure the pain in his right arm.

Once he was standing in front of that tombstone, the truth would shatter his reality, and he would turn on Cyan with absolute vengeance. As they cruised down the highway toward Zendaya's academy, Cyan couldn't help but notice Zach's sudden, heavy silence. He looked like a man drowning in deep, turbulent thoughts. They had been perfectly fine, exchanging playful banter inside the supermarket, but the moment they stepped into the car, his energy had completely shifted into something dark and distant. She cleared her throat, breaking the heavy atmosphere. "Are you alright, Zach?" she prodded gently. Zach glanced over at her, his expression softening slightly. "I am."

" Well, don't. It doesn't sound nice, trust me." Alex shrugged his shoulders and he started thinking about what question he should answer first. He decided to tell her what happened to Damien and why he couldn't help him. He told Ariel how Damien had locked everyone out because he was angry at that moment. Alex told her that he was angry for no reason at all and he went to his parents grave earlier. That was something that he hadn't done since he was twelve.

Ace started, cocking a brow at Zach like he was mentally measuring bicep circumference and background-check credentials all at once, “besides the hero routine and the towel-folding, what’s your story, man?” Zach’s mouth quirked in mild amusement, completely unbothered. “Zach Dayton. Firehouse Nine. Just trying to help.” “That’s convenient,” Ace mused, crossing his arms again. “Good Samaritan with abs shows up, sticks around, impresses the cat…” “Spitfire bit you,” I reminded him, folding my arms tighter, cheeks heating. Ace shrugged, totally unfazed by the warning nip from my hormonal, overprotective cat. “She was testing boundaries. Happens to the best of us.”

Zach lay down on the bed right away and started keeping an eye on online news. Noah leaned in next to him. "I thought you never used your phone at home." "Shayne is about to get what he deserves. Don't you want to see it?" Zach had never been very interested in phones. "Of course I do!" … "Shayne Pearce assaults a child and leaves him seriously injured!" "Luna wants to get rid of the baby!"

Zachary's methods are always extreme because he's 30% more heartless than I am and to make it worse, he was going through emotional problems. Will Zyaire be okay? No, I hope Zachary doesn't overdo it. Still… My feet took me to the only person I could ask to keep an eye on him. At the moment, she's probably the only one aside from Mom he would listen to. I approached her vibrant purple door. It wasn't exactly purple, just a shade under purple that was flashy and girly.