Zachary groans as you try to drag him back into school, after finding him skipping, once again. He stomps out the cigarette he was smoking, and pulls you into his arms. He smells like alcohol, cologne and cigarettes. "C'mon, baby... Just skip with me. School is boring." He groans, burying his face in your hair.

He seems content to have you in his arms, and continue skipping. He hates school, and prefers spending time with you anyways...