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With the last year of school looming, Hannah Woodville, hopes to keep her head down, get the grades she needs and leave for university.
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Ever since opening night of my dad and Brian's business, my mind was like a revolving door, trying to understand Zac.
Confusion ran through me, causing my brain to be surrounded by fog, not allowing me to think clearly. The fog surrounding me stuck like glue.
Now that we were in the month of March, the presentation of our project was looming upon us. Luckily for us, we had pretty much completed most of it, meeting up on a regular basis wasn't needed.
Part of me was glad we didn't need to meet up. This meant I could focus on revising as well as keeping my distance from Zac. Every time I thought about the way Zac spoke to me the other night, it felt like my veins flooded with anger.
"Hey, what you doing? Revising?"
A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. When I turned my head up, I saw Zac, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.
Seeing him, reminded me of his cocky behaviour. Blatantly, I rolled my eyes and shifted my focus back to revising.
"Hello? Hannah? I'm talking to you," Zac frustratedly called out.
I continued to ignore him, staring deep into my book. The more I looked at the words in front of me, the more it started to get blurry. Forcing myself to revise, just so I could ignore Zac, was not helping me in the slightest.
He started to tap the door frame, but I continued to keep my head bowed down. After a few seconds he gave up and marched over to the desk, setting himself opposite me.
"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked, impatiently wriggling in his seat.
I knew I couldn't keep it up for much longer, I lifted my head and narrowed my eyes, giving him an almost death stare. He was non the wiser as he shrugged his shoulders, waiting for me to fill the silence.
"You've got no problem talking to me now," I said, clenching my jaw.
And audible 'what?' Came out of Zac's mouth as he sat there trying to gather the situation. Nothing seemed to click in his head, so as I let out a great sigh, I closed my book and decided to take him out of his misery and confusion.
"The other day at the opening night," I started to explain. "When I came to say hi, you acted like a arsehole, acting up in front of your friends."
"That's why you're mardy?" Zac chuckled, taking the situation lightly.
I scoffed at his response, shaking my head in disapproval. "Nice of you to think it's a joke."
As I rolled my eyes clearly towards him, I opened up my revision book, and went back to burying my head in the endless words.
"Lighten up," Zac mumbled under his breath.
Those two words, sparked a temper within me. I clutched tightly onto the book, holding back my tongue but the annoyance was stirring around me, and I couldn't keep quite for much longer.
