Pairing: Zach Dempsey & Reader
Genre: uh sadness? Breakup
Description: Zach’s girlfriend finds out what he did to Hannah, and breaks up with him.
*I’ve been in love with this song, and I got the idea for this imagine.
*I might do a Part 2 to this one.
*I do NOT own the gifs
Break My Heart - Hey Violet
“I will not forget all the wonderful things you’ve done”
Hannah Baker is dead.
The words echoed through my head as I sat at my lunch table. My friends were also in the same melancholy mood. We couldn’t believe it, we weren’t close with her, but we all had her in our classes and we did talk to her from time to time. She was our friend.
I looked up and made eye contact with my boyfriend Zach Dempsey, who was sitting with the popular crowd. He looked defeated, and had bags under his eyes. Justin Foley and Alex Standall, who were both next to him were whispering furiously to each other.
I wanted to go comfort Zach, but we decided that it would be for the best if no one knew. Liberty High was full of assholes and sluts, people that would ruin me.
Just like they ruined Hannah.
I knew that Hannah was struggling with all the rumors that circled her like she was a piece of meat. And that is why we keep it a secret.
Zach stood abruptly from the table, his chair making a loud screeching sound as he walked out of the cafeteria. His friends watched him go, and I decided to follow. Giving him a few minutes; I said bye to my friends and threw out my lunch. The halls greeted me with the gentle touch of silence, which wrapped around me like a cloak.
Walking towards his locker, I spotted him leaning against it. Silently I approached him. Not wanting to scare him I waved my arm.
Zach looked vulnerable.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I cooed softly, wrapping my tiny arms around his large frame.
“Nothing Y/N.” He said in a gruff voice, trying to push me away.
I pulled away and tried to get him to look me in the eyes, “Is it about Hannah?” And with that, he froze. “Am here if you want to talk.”
“Well I don’t want to talk to you.” I could hear the coldness in his voice as I took a few steps back.
“Zachary Dempsey, you do not speak to me like that. I’ll go ask Clay if you won’t tell me.” I started to walk away from him before I felt his large hand wrap around my upper arm. “No,”
“I j-just….” And with that he completely broke down; sobbing on my shoulder and quivering. “Shh…”
We stayed like that until the bell rang.
And then he straightened up, put on his infamous smirk, nodded at me, and walked away. Leaving me behind.
“Y/N, how well do you know your boyfriend?” Clay asked me a few weeks after the incident in the hallway. I was opening my locker and retrieving my history books. He was the only one that knew about me and Zach. He’s my cousin, and he found a picture of us when he was over for a family dinner.
“Why? Did something happen?” I looked up and noticed that Clay looked out of it. Turning around and facing the other end of the hallway, Justin was staring us down with a calculated gaze, along with Zach, who looked like he was about to walk over here.
“I think he had something to do with Hannah’s death.” I stopped before closing my locker. Turning to Clay, I didn’t want to believe him, but ever since the whole school found out, Zach has been more distant lately: never answering my texts or calls, purposefully ignoring me in classes, not making eye contact, or sometimes running into me “by mistake”, just so he could talk to me in school.
Zach was a great boyfriend: always treating me right. But lately, it was like he was trying to break my heart. Looking back over at Zach and his group, I made my decision. “Okay Clay, walk with me to my next class.”
Clay and I started to walk down the hallway towards our history class. We were getting closer and closer to Zach and his friends, and I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Ignoring it, I looked straight at Zach, and then the rest of his friends.
We made it to class safely without a scratch and I sighed in relief when I noticed that we had a substitute teacher. I sat down and then turned to Clay, “Alright cuz’, what’s going on.”
Fifty minutes and a shattered heart later, I had heard everything I needed to: Hannah was bullied, not only by Justin Foley and his group, but even by my faithful boyfriend.
When the bell rang, symbolizing the end of the day, I hurriedly grabbed my things and sprinted out of the classroom, making it to the parking lot in record time. I could easily find Zach’s six three frame standing by his car, talking with some kids in his biology class.
I made my way through the parked cars and finally reached his. When Zach finally noticed me he said goodbye to the other kids and made his way towards me.
“Y/N what’s wrong?” He looked worried.
I held my hand up to stop him from coming closer, “Tell me it isn’t true Zach.”
His face paled, “Y-Y/N..” He paused, “She’s lying.”
My eyes narrowed, “No she isn’t. You think I’m stupid.”
Zach ran his hand through his hair, a act of nervousness. “No, I think you’re the smartest girl in the world, and the dumbest for dating me.”
“So it is true.”
He tried to take a few steps towards me, but I refused. I was disgusted with the boy in front of me. I always told Zach that his friends weren’t good people, but he refused to listen to me. He told me once that he always wanted to be the popular guy with the beautiful girlfriend that he could show off to his friends. He had all of that, except for the showing me off part.
“I don’t want to break up like this, tell me you never loved me. Or-r that it wasn’t real and that you found somebody else.” I whispered.
“Break my heart Zach.”
I looked up at him to find him already staring at me, with a heartbroken look on his face. I felt a few tears slip from my watery Y/E/C eyes and I wiped them away with my sleeve.
“Y/N.” He whispered, “I can’t-t.”
Even though he was the strongest on the court, he was the weakest when it came to me. I was his kryptonite. Without looking at him I straightened my backpack and slowly turned around and started to walk away.
“Goodbye Zach, I hope you have a great rest of your high school life. I hope you got the full experience of high school.”