Moonstruck

Chapter Seven

*Liana*

On Friday I was happy it was the weekend as I was hoping to do some sketching. I stopped walking when I spotted Zev casually leaning against my locker. I didn't know where I stood with him. He hadn't spoken to me since telling me that I was a mystery a few days ago. He was the mystery, that was for sure. "Hey," I said shyly.

"Hey," he said. He smirked. "Oh, sorry. Is this your locker?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "You know it is."

"Do I?"

I started to smile when a football suddenly flew through the air and almost hit me in the face. Zev snatched it just in time.

"Oh, sorry!"

"Trevor, really?" Zev glared at the boy who ran up to them, looking a little sheepish.

"Some of us were just playing," Trevor shrugged. "No harm done. Right?" He grinned at me.

I couldn't help but grin back. "No harm done," I agreed.

"You really should be more careful," Zev said, his eyes stern as he handed back the ball. "You know better, you could have hurt her. No throwing the football in the halls."

"Was just playing," Trevor grumbled.

I watched with interest as Zev just stared at Trevor, who immediately lowered his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the side. What odd behavior, I thought with a frown. More mystery. I wanted to ask about it but then Zev's friends walked up.

"You have good aim, Trevor," Priscilla said with a smirk. "Too bad Zev caught the ball."

"Don't start," Zev said sharply to her, stepping in front of me.

"Oh. Are you dating the hu – her?" Trevor asked with wide eyes, looking from Zev to me.

"Dating her? Of course not!" Zev snapped at him. "Don't be ridiculous.  She's just a - she's -" He paused, seeming to struggle with whatever he wanted to say. 

Stung, I took a step back. Had I really believed that Zev might like me? At least now I know, I thought with a flinch. I ignored the smug smile on Priscilla's face and the way Zev was now looking at me with regret in his eyes.

"Liana -" Zev started to say.

"Leave me alone, Zev," I said, turning to leave. "Just leave me alone." I had to get out of there before the tears I could forming started to fall.  I was such a fool. 

I rushed into the girls' bathroom, despite hearing Hanna calling for me to stop. Grateful no one else was in there, I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked just as miserable as I felt, my eyes shiny with tears.

"Liana? What's wrong?" Hanna asked as she walked in.

With a sigh, I told her what had happened.

"What a jerk!" Hanna spouted. "He's the one who keeps talking to you, he danced with you and offered you rides to school and then he treats you like that?"

"I shared my lunch with him too," I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes. Why was I so upset? I hardly even knew him, after all.  I just thought...I really had begun to believe he liked me. 

"Exactly! He's obviously a total jerk!" Hanna exclaimed, clearly incensed on my behalf.

I shrugged, feeling oddly empty. "So he doesn't like me. Who cares." I splashed cold water on my face.

"You do," Hanna said gently. "You like him."

"I did," I corrected as I grabbed a paper towel to dry my face. "He was obviously just playing some sort of game by pretending to be interested. Or maybe he wasn't interested at all and I was just fooling myself." What a depressing thought that was. I felt like a complete idiot.  I must have read everything wrong, saw something in his actions that weren't really there.