zachary-best

The Tribe is one of very few shows that aren’t specifically made for deaf people that has a deaf character: Paul, played by Zachary Best.
My own sister is also deaf. Seeing characters you can so clearly identify with helps you connect.
Do you share any similarities with any of the characters?

- JV.

Grant, Jonas, & Zach *Friendship* Aug.16-22

By Suzan Georges, bookbuffs

 “Oh. It’s that type of exam.” Jonas says under his breath.

From the row behind him, Grant leans over to Jonas and whispers, “Never let the big guy forget this, okay?” as they watch their best friend Zachary Goode dance front ‘n center with that lizard girl.

Another sophomore beside Jonas turns to Grant. “Never let him forget this? When he gets to dance with a girl? What part of this would he like to forget?  He’s loving it.”

“Okay, now. Everyone find a partner,” Madame Dabney calls out.

The three boys’ faces deadpan.  Zach looks over for the slightest second at them, one look on his face: Bring it. “Okay…” Grant says slowly as he gets up. “New plan: make sure he forgets everything about this class.”


Grant is really good at dancing. He grew up with a mother and a father that lived in a somewhat formal lifestyle. He was taught to dance by a tutor on an actual dance floor with actual dance shoes. His mind barely thinking about the box step but more wandered on the subject of how his friend was making a fool of himself by stepping both of his partner’s feet. (But then he saw how Liz is as equally as clumsy and let it go.) Then he started to wonder when exactly he had let Bex to lead…

Jonas’s face was redder than a tomato. His face was as red as a blood blister. With his luck, Liz had blood blisters all over her toes by the time the first ten seconds of the song had ended. He had never learned to dance, why waste time on lessons when you can be memorizing all of the digits of pi? Liz laughs nervously and apologizes for the 36th time (exactly). He dismisses it as he looks to his right to watch how Grant and Bex glided on the floor. They were a little stiffer than it should be, but it still was an improvement than what they were doing.


It was late. All classes had ended for the day. It was a tiring first day. Who knew girls could be so… overwhelming?

“Well, none of us has seen a girl for an entire semester, so this was just an overload.” Jonas theorizes

“Forget that, man!” Grant laughs and he unmakes his bed to sleep in. “We should just admit that an entire school filled with hot girls who blew our circuits because they were better than we could even imagined!”

“Speak for yourself, Grant.” Zach scoffs over his shoulder as he puts away the school uniform.

Dr. Steve pokes his head around the doorway that separated his room from theirs. “Boys- lights out in two minutes!”

“Yes, sir.” Every one says in union.

Zach gets himself into bed as well. Turning his head to the left at Grant he says loud enough for the entire room to hear, “Hey, I better not hear anything about a British Bombshell invading your dreams and making your nuts explode.”

The whole room erupts in chuckles and laughs.

In the next minute, the lights are out and everyone is silent. No one is really asleep, but they all lay in the quiet. Today, not only was it tiring, but it was fun. They laughed, scared some girls, flirted with some girls- hell. Danced with some girls. Zachary Goode made a joke. They didn’t run laps. Tomorrow’s day started at six instead of the usual drill at four.

This was good. This was fun. Maybe this was normal?

“What the fuck are those?” Grant gasps and stops walking in the middle of the doorway. Jonas nearly knocks into his friend as he dramatically pretends to stumble backwards.

Grant’s finger points at the clothing rack that holds freshly washed and ironed suits. As the rest of the Blackthorne Boys wander into the room they notice the rolled up black ties in boxes on each of their beds. Perfectly sized dress shoes with labels of their owners’ names sit to the right of the ties.

Dr. Steve, who was tailing the herd of boys, finally sees what the commotion is all about. “Oh excellent! The suits for the exam!”

“An exam? What exam?” A freshman calls out.

“You mean-“ a sophomore gasps, “That exam?”

Grant smiles and nudges Zach, “An exam to see how fast we can honey pot the entire school, if you know what I mean.”

“Don’t get too excited yet, boys!” Dr Steve pushed the rack a little farther into the corner of the hall. “Just make sure to keep your shoes clean and ties spotless!”


“Hey, Grant?”

“Yes, Jonas?”

“Since we have some time to waste until curfew… do you think you could help me out and uh… help me with the dancing for the exam?”

A small laugh from the corner of the dorm. “Sure thing, Jonas.”


“What the fuck do you mean you’re living with girls- and only girls- for the rest of your high school experience? How the fuck is that fair in any way shape or form?”

“A) I mean it in the exact way you just said it, and B) I never said it was.” Zach smiles and bows slightly to his friends before him.

Jonas sat next to Grant (whose eyebrows were furrowed and mouth gaped) with a hand on this chin. “Let me get this straight: so you sneak out of Blackthorne to Gallagher- which is against the rules-“

“Extremely-“ Zach fills in.

“And help some Gallagher students sneak into the off limit tombs of Blackthorne, “ -Zach is silent this time, but continues to fold his clothing- “nearly blow up a teacher from Gallagher whom has been MIA for quite some time now, nearly kill yourself, miss a bunch of school here because you were already spending a shit load of time at the other school, convince a very important girl for a very important mission to leave with out a trace and then-“

Grant cuts him off, “THEY LET YOU GO?”

Zach is frozen with his back turned to his friends. His friends, he thinks, I can still remember when I thought I could never have any. Still, his friends just pointed out some of the most terrifying times of his life, and Zach was shaking.

From anger or fear, he couldn’t tell. Those two felt the exactly the same at this point.

“Whoa- hey,” Grant is softer now. Softer than any one is allowed to be at this god-for-saken school. “I’m- we didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yeah,” Jonas comes around closer to Zach to put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s just… it seems backwards to us, you know?”

Zach sighs and turns around. “Yeah. I know. It’s just that… it isn’t going to be the highlight that you guys think it’s going to be.”

“What aren’t you telling us?” It doesn’t even sound like a question.

“Joe is taking me in for the break, and we are going to look for Cammie. Or the Circle. Most likely both.” Zach is whispering now.

“Well, that doesn’t sound too bad-“ Jonas offers, sitting on the bed next to Zach’s suitcase.

“But if I can’t find Cammie with him, then I was thinking of finding Baxter or McHenry and have them help me find her.” Zach finishes.

Jonas stands. “They can’t do that-“

“Which is exactly why they would do it.” Grant takes the words right out of Zach.

“I don’t want to get them into this either but… going into this without back-up would be foolish.” Zach remembers the words Cammie had given him right before the tombs.

All three are silent for a moment. Both Grant and Jonas understand his dilemma. Zach takes the silence to turn around and close his bag. He puts it on the floor and starts to strip his bed sheets for the last time.

He clears his throat. “So, uh, what were you two planning on doing this summer?”

“Family shit. My cousin’s grandmother died. Really wealthy. Big will. You know…” Grant sighs.

“I have a bucket list of websites that I wanted to hack… just for the fun. Ruin my eyesight even more.” Jonas gestures to his glasses. “We have the Aviator test coming up next year. That’ll be exciting.”

“Cool.” Silence again. Zach looks at the clock. “I should go. Joe will be here soon and-“

“Zach listen,” Grant looks down. “If you’re ever in trouble, just don’t forget to ask for our help too.”

Zach smiles and nods his head. “Of course man. You’ll be the first.”

Jonas and Grant offer to take his sheets down the basement for him so Joe won’t have to wait longer. This was a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. Then again, Zach has never really said goodbye to anyone that he didn’t want to say goodbye too. So before he can regret it, Zachary stands his bag at his side and turns to his friends.

“Bye, guys. Thanks.” And he hugs them. They hug back. Not awkward, but needed.

“I’m pretty fucking sure this is the first time someone has done this in the school.” Jonas says.

“What? Leave?”

“No. Hug.”

Zach is regretful for a lot of things, but laughing with his friends during the last time he had seen them is not one.


Zach is in trouble. His friends are in trouble- which means that the people he knows he can call are in trouble. Joe is busy. Cammie is here with him. Macey can’t get a jet here without having people notice.

Zach really needs more friends.

That’s when it hits him. Liz informed them that they still needed an escape route. Something to take them far away, helicopter or plane. None of them can fly planes (one of them owns a few- granted,) because Gallagher doesn’t teach that.

So he called them. And they answered.

“Are you sure about this?” Cammie questions.

He has never been more sure before.


God. Hugging his friends is really nice.

That sounds weird, but it is. Zach feels this weird feeling of nostalgia that reminds him of their time at Gallagher. It’s melancholy, but still. The plane smells like Blackthorne (since when does Blackthorne have a smell?)

“Bro,” Grant whispers as they hug, “You look good. You look… alive.”

Jonas smiles, “Well we won’t look so alive until you sit your ass down and help me fly this thing.” But he gets up and hugs Zach anyway.

“Thanks.” Zach says as his other friends behind him settle down. “I owe you.”

“Fuck yeah you do! Lee is gonna kill us if he sees this plane gone.” Grant mutters under his breath as they take off.


cAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS BROT3??? I adore these guys. This one’s style was a little bit different, being more snippets of their bonding. I really didn’t have the time for this week’s. Speaking of which- I’ll be publishing another quicker short about the friendship of Joe and Matt. So, keep and eye out! Please feel free to give me feedback!

1: hitman was a lot better than I expected
2: I could not stop thinking about mormor the entire movie
3: I remembered how much I hate the ship name mormor like Jesus really no one could come up with anything better
4: a quarter into the movie they start describing what an agent is and basically starts describing a cold, heartless, emotionless shell of a human and both people sitting next to me turned to me and said “that’s you”
5: about three quarters into the movie they jacked up the ac in the theater and the guy next to me tried to cuddle with me for warmth and wouldnt stop so I poured my icee on him
6: I saw the trailer for legends on the big screen and that was the highlight of my night tbh

  • My best friend:Oops, I cannot find my best friend.
  • My best friend:ZACHARY SAYLE IS NOT ATTRACTIVE AND ANDY RICHARDSON IS NOT THE MOST PRECIOUS LITTLE CINNAMON ROLE EVER!
  • Me:WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY!?
  • My best friend:Found her.
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