"Now you can never say that I've never done anything for you, dear." Tracey's small smile faltered, and she looked down for a second. Maybe enough time to miss him pale when she mentioned the mark. Something was off, that much she noticed. Zack was pretty uncaring, but there was something different.
"I do know how they can be. Normally we sit on the train and eat far too many sweets and whine about how terrible the break was because of how crazy our families are." Tracey shook her head. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Smith." Her hands were placed on her hips, and she looked at Zack expectantly. Alright, so she didn't know when to let something to go. Not when it seemed to be taking her best friend away.