More Zero Drabbles (3)
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of child abuse)
Characters: Zero, Cain, Adora
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Note: My brain just died. Damn drabbles.
Sickening
Slate grey eyes narrowed as the taller, lankier of the two blonde boys in the classroom narrowed at the shorter and stockier male. While he, himself, was quicker of tongue and considered himself quite witty (even if others saw it as being a smartass), the other boy was quiet, only spoke when he deemed it necessary.
Still, everyone fawned over the newcomer, the intruder, as if he was Ozma’s gift to the O.Z.. The girls always giggled over his rare smiles, the teacher always praised every bit of paper the farm boy dropped on her desk. It was truly sickening.
Jealousy
Gods, could Farm Boy’s life be any more perfect? Zero glared hatefully at the other eleven-year-old in the distance. The moment the teacher dismissed the class for the day, nearly every kid had sprinted out of the room. Of course, Wyatt stopped to help the little blonde girl who had dropped her books on the way out the door.
Waiting outside had been a towering man with pale blonde hair, a wide smile on his face and a winking silver star firmly attached to his chest. When Zero heard, “Dad!” spoken so excitedly, he had never hated Wyatt Cain more.
Wishful Thinking
His shoulder hurt, burned really with the pain of it having been dislocated and sloppily being popped back into place. Wrapping his other arm around himself to hold his injured arm close to his torso, he pulled his knees up to his chest and leant back against the wall behind him.
Tears came to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Crying was for the weak, his father always told him. Only babies and women cried. Was he a baby or a woman?
He wondered what life would be like if he had a father like Wyatt did.