Chapter 8: THE PARTY

A couple weeks had gone by and things had been going well for the most part. Zachary had kept up his own part of the deal and had protected Jessica to the best of his abilities. Luckily for him he only had the stray paparazzi and an occasional fan bordering stalker to seal with on her behalf.

During those weeks though, Zachary couldn't shake some thoughts from his mind. Thoughts about those crazy people who had accosted him and told him lies about his so-called leadership and government spy past. Red and Damien. Those were the names of the people who had put his mind in a bind.

How could he be a runaway, a fugitive from the america government? His mark. Why about that? And did he really know those people? It didn't make sense. None of it made any sense.

His mind raced with possible and more sensible answers when his name was called repeatedly.

“Zach. Zach. Zachary Greyson?"

His name must have been called a dozen times before he heard it and blinked. He turned around to see a slightl