Angel's pov
Christina was sprawled across the grass, sobbing , looking like the ugly mess she was, her mascara running like a zombie bride. Yuck. Zach came out of the canteen, his face ashen, like he'd seen a ghost. I wasn't surprised, i mean he was looking at Christina in her full disastrous glory. I felt a happy bubbly feeling thinking about this.
' Hey beautiful. ' Zack said. Was he blind? She was ugly!
Ugly, ugly, ugly. Really ugly. Okay so maybe her eyes are pretty and her hairs alright but nothing else. I Was - no am Way Prettier than her ... i am Beautiful. Beautiful. Not her.
' hey.' She replied.
' look, I'm sorry.' they said in unison. It was so cheesy I almost gagged. Like they could have the same thoughts.
Zack continued. ' i mean it. I didn't mean to make you look stupid infront of her.'
' yeah, Angel's awful. You were right.' She finally looked up and wrapped her hands around him, resting her head on his chest. He stroked her hair.
'I'm sorry.'
He repeated again and again. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, then stroked it.
' i hope i never go back if i can stay with you.'
She smiled at him.
'Same Rapunzel.' Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Who the hell does she think she is? You can't just sleep in lunch hour. Actually. Hmm. Yes! I'll strike while the hour's young. I ran to the PE cupboard as fast as my designer pumps could carry me. When i returned, I carried a bat.
