We are never ever ever gettin' back together

Zaurack only had a couple of people he could actually call friends in school, it wasn't that he was particularly unpopular or picked on, most people tended to give him his space, it was his prickly nature to everyone who wasn't in his tight little circle that drove people away. He never minded being socially awkward too much, he was successful even without other students fawning over him, he didn't need that, unlike people like Luke, who seemed to feed off of that adoration, or that was how Z saw it. A glory hound. He'd been concerned for Dianne from the moment she'd started dating him, and voiced this often, her breaking up with him was as worrying as it was a relief, and he'd been keeping a subtle eye on him since then.

He'd caught the rich bitch staring at her with all the intensity of a predator sizing up their prey, and had ducked behind cover to watch, not wanting to cause a scene unless absolutely necessary. He wouldn't have bothered if Lucian hadn't decided to approach her, but all the hairs along th back of his neck stood on end when he did, and after a moment he slipped out from behind his cover, waving to Dianne and chirping a greeting, "Hey Dianne!" He was glad when she pulled away, jogging to meet her and putting an arm around her in a friendly half-hug, "doing alright?" He lowered his voice, "trouble?" He shot a fiery warning glare at him at the words, he was here now, and he wouldn't let the creep lay a hand on her.

Zaurack's hair bristled along the back of his neck at the way this guy pursued her, the way he grabbed her close like the thought he owned her, "you know, Lucian, you could try being a little less thirsty." There wasn't an indication of any sort of intent behind his words as he said them, for now he simply stood with a calm expression, hands crossed over his chest, but the challenge was in his eyes. The threat didn't even make him flinch, it wasn't the first time he'd heard it, it wouldn't be the last, and even if it was and he carried it out, Z wouldn't lose sleep, "of course. But you're not a couple." He said this in a matter of fact way, glancing to the side and feeling glad that Dianne was standing up for herself too, it was comforting to see that she wasn't falling for this guy's games.

After a moment he moved to stand beside Dianne, wanting her to know no matter what he was here for her, "you're the only one here making a scene, making trouble." He shrugged, "I'm here for Dianne, that's what friends do." He glanced to the side with a brief smile, "they look out for each other." He narrowed his eyes back at Lucian, "you think your dumb little threat is going to scare me off? Please." There was a bite in his voice now, if this nasty piece of work wanted to fight, he would, he didn't intend to just leave his friend to suffer having to talk to this creep, that was for sure.

That smile. There was nothing Z hated more than fake smiles, that false happiness that hid all manner of nasty emotions under the surface. He was always prone to chastising his friends for doing that, for faking a smile when they were sad or hurt, he was a direct person, and he always encouraged them to be forward with him as well. He wanted to be someone they could all depend on, not someone they felt the need to hide from. This however, this was nasty, this was slimy, and the urge to slap that fake shit off his face was becoming greater by the moment. Zaurack was a temperamental person, much as he tried to bite it down, and his patience was wearing down.

He was tense when he grabbed her hand like that, even if Dianne didn't show any reaction, the act send fire through him, doubled up when he heard whose words and the implication they carried, "you sick fuck. You utter sleaze." His words were growled out with a dangerous hint, his fist clenching tightly. He hadn't intended to start anything with him, at least nothing physical, he would have been content helping Dianne get away from this situation and watching her back for the rest of the day.

But then he dropped Zan's name, and his eyes burned, "How dare you even say her name." He was so tense in Dianne's grip that she would surely feeling him trembling with rage. It was one thing to talk about him, but the moment Lucian brought Zan into this he snapped, pulling gently from Dianne's grip and getting in his face, "You sound like you're itching for a fucking fight. So lets do this." He voice was a menacing snarl as he gave Lucian a violent shove.

Z's eyes burned into Luke, though he had a feeling the little shit didn't care, he wasn't so stupid to not realize that he'd walked into some carefully laid out trap, but he was also angry, he was also pissed off and sick of this smug asshole's face darkening the halls and hovering around his friend like some skeevy dark cloud of bad news and bad intent.

Z was unaware or uncaring of the students gathering around them as he grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt, slamming his back hard against the lockers and glaring up at him with hateful eyes, "Shut the fuck UP!" He held him there with one hand while the other clenched into a tight fist, pressing him hard to the door, "I've been nice because you were Dianne's boyfriend. But you're bad news you little shit stain!"

He dropped him long enough to swing a fist at his face, burning his angry eyes into him, "You didn't have to, dick! You don't talk about my friends or my family like that!" He shoved him with more intent this time against the lockers, aiming to hurt him with this one, "you have a beef you take it up with me! You fight ME!" His own movements were much more wild, being untrained in fighting, and he landed another savage punch to his face as he glared down at him.

Z always tried his hardest not to let his temper flare like this, he fought against his own hot hotheadedness not to let himself become violent and angry, and it's true that he'd never raise a fist to any of his friends. But this guy wasn't a friend, and he'd been asking for it for a while now in Z's eyes.