Part 3
“There’s something wrong with her head today,” my brother complained to him.
“Clearly. Did she, like, hit her head somewhere?” he asked in a teasing manner.
“I CAN STILL HEAR YOU GUYS!”
To which both he and Zane burst out laughing.
Wow… is this the guy I like?? I really need to reconsider my feelings.
I finally walked out—this time my hair was properly brushed, and I definitely wore shoes and socks.
I was speed-walking while Kai kept yelling at me to slow down.
Well, of course I didn’t. I was way too embarrassed to even look at him.
Just then, as I was about to bump into someone, I felt someone yank me by the arm.
I found myself pressed against someone’s chest.
When I looked up—it was Kai.
His perfectly symmetrical eyes were looking right at me.
My cheeks started heating up. My head was spinning.
He was saying something, probably lecturing me, but I was too lost to even hear him talk.
“Zoey!”
“Ah—yeah…”
“Are you even listening!?”
“I… I am..! We’re getting late, and we should get going!”
I pushed him away and ran.
Gosh! Why does he have to be so... stupidly handsome…
I couldn’t even focus.
I reached school, panting.
As if my day couldn’t get any worse, I stepped on shit.
Great! Seriously, great!
I had to physically stop myself from gagging as I made my way to the bathroom to wash off my shoe.
After I was done washing it, I realized I now had to spend the whole day in a wet shoe and a half-wet sock.
Worst day of my life.
I walked out of the bathroom, and there he was—looking at me with a half-concerned, half-teasing expression.
“What?” I broke the ice.
“Something is seriously wrong with your head today,” he said.
As if you’d believe me if I told you I time-traveled.
“Did a mad dog bite you?” he teased.
I rolled my eyes, and we made our way toward the classroom.
Thank God I remembered my seat—otherwise, I’d have made my day even worse.
As soon as I sat down, the teacher arrived.
Miss Patrixson, my biology teacher.
God, I hated her so much. She always picked on me!
“Okay class, take out your textbooks,” she announced.
I opened my bag and skimmed through it.
Wait—Class 7th!?
OH SHIT!
I accidentally brought my brother’s bag instead of mine!
How can I be so dumb!?
“Zoey! Where’s your book?” Miss Patrixson asked.
“Um… book… that… uh…”
“Stand up first! Don’t you have the common sense to stand up while talking to your teachers!?”
Of course she had to lecture me.
I kept my head down as I stood up.
“So, you didn’t bring your textbook?” Her tone was sharp.
“Yes… Miss Patrixson…”
“Get out of my class. Now!”
I made my way toward the door when she entered—my number one rival: Tasha.
Dressed in her usual tee and jeans, her perfectly styled blonde hair bounced with every step, and she smelled like fresh roses. Of course.
Everyone liked her.
She was like a living, breathing Barbie doll.
“Miss Patrixson, do you have an extra chalk?” she asked sweetly.
Even her voice sounded like she was auditioning for a spot in a girl band. Ugh.
Meanwhile, I looked like a soaked chihuahua.
