Post by Crystal on Oct 16, 2007 10:49:37 GMT -5
((it's short...because I didn't know what to do with it, I just knew what would happen. whateever...I would have just done a summary, but I don't think it would have been the saame))
What was the big deal with school? He remembered when he was at St. Nick’s Home for Children and they made the older kids go to school, he swore he would never go to school longer than he had to. Now, here he was in the business administration graduate program at Rochester University, all thanks to the power of the Tagliatti family. Sometimes he hated that power. It is not as if Zach was not smart. If he applied himself and took the time to actually learn the material, he would understand it and he would see how he could apply it to the Tagliatti family business, but he was unwilling to do that. Which was the precise reason why he had failed his first test.
Zach threw his backpack into the backseat of his car, along with the crumpled test. He sat in the driver’s seat for a while, just thinking. Why had Andre forced him to go to graduate school when he knew he could not do the work? Why did he need a degree to work for the family? Andre did not have an advanced degree, and he was sure Benedetto did not, so obviously a masters degree in business administration meant nothing when it came to actually doing business. What was the point of going to class when he knew he could not do the work? He hit the side of his steering wheel and muttered a few curses as he started up the car. When he checked his rearview mirror, he frowned and stuck his head out the window to see the car directly behind him that was waiting for a space and beeped his horn a few times to get the driver’s attention.
“Move the f--- on!”
Maybe it was anger from knowing he was right about not being able to do graduate work. It might have been anger from actually failing the test, and knowing that this was probably the story of his life—a failure. Then again, it might have just been the frustrations of being forced to go to graduate school when that was the last thing he had wanted to do. Andre did not trust him when if came to getting information from the Montoya family, and that task was proving to be difficult. It angered him that he could not prove Andre wrong and show him that he can be useful to the only family he had ever been truly a part of, the only family that stuck with him. If he told him that he had not gotten more information about the family, Zach knew Andre would criticize him and his ability, ridicule him for not being able to do his job. Perhaps it was everything jumbling together in his mind at once, hindering his judgment process. Whatever was the exact cause, Zach entered his room, flipped on the stereo, and pulled out the duffle bag from under his bed.
This had helped before. He knew the ability it had to make someone feel better instantly, feel more relaxed, to make them feel like they did not have a care in the world. When he had tried it with Lisette, he felt at ease, like he could do anything and not worry about it. When she had come onto him, he didn’t worry about the implications or what Andre would say about it. What was the point in caring? He could feel like that again. Besides, it had been a hard day and it was not as if he did it all the time. It was just this once, just to get through this day.
He held the bag of cocaine in his hand. After glancing to his bedroom door to make sure it was locked, he retrieved the materials needed. He went to his dresser and pushed some things out of the way. As he poured out a small amount, he made the substance smaller with a razor blade and formed it into a line. It was no big deal. He was just as good as anyone else in this business, but Andre could not see that. And why not? Why couldn’t he be trusted to do a job? Why did he have to be the one to get information? Did he not trust him with more important jobs? Why was he forced to go to graduate school when he had no interest? Why couldn’t Andre see that he wasn’t smart enough? Was he not smart enough? Did his professors and other students think he wasn’t smart enough too? Why was the idea of making a band with his friends knocked to the ground and ridiculed? Zach frowned and gripped the side of the dresser as the questions and excuses for this ran through his mind. Screw it. Soon he wouldn’t have to worry about it. He moistened his lips and grabbed the small straw-like took he had once used at Lisette’s and forgot his worries. It was just this once, just to get him through.