Where Is He?!

The handsome blonde with gently spiked hair and a gold hoop in one earring slumped down in a chair, eyes scanning the room once more. He had been searching and searching, but still not even caught a glimpse of the auburn haired guy who he wished to see.

Jeremiah.

Where was that guy?! He had known that the blonde was starting the school today, Zachary had made sure of that, but the aurburn haired Jeremiah seemed to not have cared.

That hurt Zach.

He crossed his arms grumpily, now in a mood, watching the door for Jeremiah or any cute or hot people.

It was Fergal that entered, awkward looking, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Zachary immeadiately noticed the guy enter and his focus and interest went onto him.

Fergal twitched his nose nervously, looking around for his sister.

Zachary sat up straighter, tilting his head.

Fergal was a little chubby. He gave up, going to the windows.

Zachary's eyes followed him with interest.

Fergal looked out of the windows. Was she outside?

Zachary stood up, turning to face Fergal, having now completely forgotton Jeremiah.

Fergal sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose again.

Zachary walked over to him, smiling, "Hello, you seem to be looking for someone? Is there any chance I could help?"

Fergal blinked. "Uh...she's...quite petite...blond hair, fairly pretty? Oh, uh...I'm looking for my sister," he said in a lazy Scottish accent.

Zachary thought for a few moments and then shook his head, smilng, "Nope, I haven't seen her, sorry."

"No problem, I'll just keep on looking," Fergal nodded, looking put out.

"i'll come help you look if it'll help?" Zachary offered.

Fergal shook his head. "No...it's fine...but thanks."

Zachary nodded, looking down, looking a bit crestfallen.

Fergal twitched his nose nervously again. "Okay...well...uh...bye."

"Bye..." Zachary said quietly, turning away, feeling rejected. Then he turned back, smiling again, "by the way, I'm Zach Marsh."

"I'm Fergal Hadden-Foster."

"Great to meet you," Zachary smiled.

Fergal nodded. "You too."

Zachery smiled and nodded, then turning to leave, trying to think of some other excuse to stay and talk to Fergal.

Fergal went to get himself a drink.

Zachary sat back down, sighing, cursing himself.