I hate guys! .... or so I thought.

I hate guys! .... or so I thought. Part 8

I hate guys! .... or so I thought.

Chapter 8

Zoey's P.O.V.

I woke up and it was all a dream. Everything that supposedly happened, didn't. It was actually 6:00 A.M. on Friday. I was getting ready for school, disappointed that nothing actually happened. So I didn't actually kiss Jack and I'm not actually going on a date with Jack today. We're just friends and that's the way it always will be because I'm a nobody and nobody loves me. Wow, I love my life. (Note the sarcasm.)

Today at lunch, Jack sat with us and I think he noticed how depressed I was.

"Are you okay, Zoey?" He asked holding my shoulder.

"Yeah, I just feel a little sick." I lied with a weak smile. He frowned and looked away when someone called his name.

The rest of the week went by quick with nothing exciting. Today was the Friday right before Spring Break. We bought all the stuff for the science project and then on Sunday, Jack's coming over to help me build it. Then, on Wednesday, we are going to Jack's house to paint it and then it will be complete. I actually wasn't looking forward to Spring Break because I would have absolutely nothing to do.

Jack's P.O.V.

Zoey seems really depressed lately. I wonder what's been bothering her. I wish I could read her mind so I can fix it. I hate seeing her sad.

It's the last day until Spring Break and Zoey's mood still hasn't changed. I even tried making jokes but she didn't even react. I want to ask her what's wrong but I'm afraid she won't answer and I'll just make it worse.

Saturday, I spent the whole day coming up with theories of what's bothering Zoey. I didn't produce any good ideas so tomorrow, when I go to her house, I'm just going to ask her.

I got to her house and rang the doorbell. I stepped back and waited. The door opened with Zoey standing in the middle of the door frame. It didn't look like her spirits have lifted yet.

I was about to open my mouth and ask her if she was okay but she interupted, "I already finished making it. I can paint it too, if you want. I really don't care. I have nothing else to do."

She looked a little mad as well and I wondered what I did wrong. "Ummm, can I see what you did?" Was all I managed to say.

"Yeah sure. I will be right down with it, you can wait inside." She left the door wide open and ran up the stairs.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. It was really quiet and when I scanned the house, I noticed she was home alone.

Just to make sure, I called upstairs, "Are you home alone?"

"Yeah. Isn't it sad that my parents have more plans than I do?" She said as she came downstairs with the clay masterpiece in her arms.

"Wow! That's really good! It looks like it took a lot of time." I stated while staring at the project in amazement.

"Well, it did, but I had no other things to do so I spent all my time on this."

"What is up with you lately?! You've been so depressed and rude to everyone!" I asked getting annoyed at her behavior.

"It's just that my life sucks right now and it's not gonna get any better. Are you gonna leave now?" She said.

"No I am not! We are going to upstairs to your room and we are going to paint this thing and have a good time! And then afterwards, you are coming to the movies with me!" I commanded.

"Whatever." She said and carried it back up stairs. I followed behind her. When we got to her room, I looked around. It was completely clean (probably because she had nothing else to do.) and the walls were painted a bright orange which I found out was her favorite color when we played 20 questions. Also she had her own bathroom and a big walk-in closet.

She started discussing what colors we should paint each thing. I gave my inputs and she didn't argue with any of them. She seemed almost like she was giving up on happiness. She wasn't even trying.

She had the paints on her shelf and I got them down and brought them over to where she was setting up newspapers so it wouldn't drip anywhere in her room. It was really easy painting it but it was kind of hard to do the details in the crevices.

"So what exactly is bothering you?" I asked looking up from my painting.

"I'd rather not talk about it." She said without even bothering to look up.

"Please tell me! Because you've been really boring lately and I miss your old self."

"Excuse me?" She said and she splashed paint all over my shirt. I flicked some paint back at her and it landed in her hair.

"Oh no you didn't!" She said with a smile. I missed that smile.

She dipped both of her hands into one of the paint buckets and cam running after me. I jumped over he bed to escape from her evil hands. She then just frowned and turned away.

Oh no! Did I just upset her? Man! She was so happy just a second ago. I was walking over to her to apologize but when I was about a foot away, she whirled around with a smirk on her face. Next thing I knew, I was tackled to the ground and she was rubbing paint all over my face while laughing. I didn't realise how much I missed that laugh until now.

Zoey's P.O.V.

I missed being happy. Even though deep down inside, I knew I wasn't happy. At least I got to feel happy for a moment.

Jack's face looked so weird with green paint covering it. It made me giggle. But after my hands ran out of wet paint to put on his face, he opened his eyes and glared at me. Oh no. He flipped me over so he was on top of me and he pinned me to the ground and with his other arm he stuck his hand into the orange paint. At least it was my favorite color. At first he was putting it on my cheeks like I did with him but then he went for my hair.

"NO! NO! PLEASE NOT THE HAIR!!" I screamed. I loved my hair and I really didn't want it to be completely sabotaged!

He just laughed and kept going. I tried wiggling away but his grip was strong. After his paint dried up, he still kept me pinned down. Probably because he knew if he let me go I would literally kill him. He was staring into my eyes but I tried to pull my head up and bite his face off. I failed at that.

"I will let you go if you promise to not hurt me." He said with a smirk.

He was holding my hands down so I couldn't cross them. "Alright, I promise!" I eventually gave in.

He slowly let go of me. After he realised I wasn't going to do anything, he helped me up.

I glared at him. "I am so not going to the movies looking like this!"

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