Change Me

-Chapter 7-

I woke up and got changed. I look at my desk and my sketch book was open. I ran down stairs and my mum was drinking her tea. "Mum?" "What?" "Did you look at the picture?" "Yeah. Who is that?" I blushed and covered my face. "He is no one." "Really." "Yeah." I packed my bag and waited for Owen to knock.

As soon as he knocked I opened the door and walked out. "You were right. I fell for him. I think. I don't know what to do." I said hugging him. "I knew it. You fell for Micheal." "I know. He has a perfect." "Why are you so bummed? I am sure if you asked he would say yes." "No that is not a good idea." My face burned. "Zoe. If you bottle it up you will die. Especially if you are moving at the end of the month." "I can't." "Yes you can. If you can cope with me and get piercings then you can ask him out." "But I will feel so embarrassed if he said he has a girl friend." "Nah. I will pay you if you do it."

When we got to school Michael walked up to us. "Hey Michael." I said smiling slightly. "Hey. Can we talk to you?" "Yeah." Owen ran off and I walked with him around the school. "Can I ask you a question?" "Yeah." "How do you kiss with piercings?" "Like normal. I guess. I don't know. I haven't kissed anyone yet." "Do you want to?" "Maybe." "Okay. Your going to hate me. But can I ask you another question?" "That's all you do." "Yeah. I want to get to know you. Anyway, if I kissed you now, would you kiss me back?" "Yeah. I have a crush on you." "If it helps I have a crush on you too." I smiled and he he walked away.

"What happened?" Owen said running over to me. "Nothing." I said hugging him. "Did you ask him out?" "Nope." "Why are you so happy then?" "I just am." We walked to form and sat there. Miss kept drowning on and on about the environment. "He keeps looking at you." Owen whispered. "Okay." I looked out the window. "Zoe, what was I just talking about?" "The environment." "What about it?" "Look miss. To be honest. I didn't care. The environment can look after itself. Or find a boyfriend to look after her. But maybe she doesn't need one and it is just hormones. Although you always seem to meet the one at the worst possible moment. Can I go to the bathroom?" I said and everyone looked at me. "Yeah."

I walked into a cubical and tears started to fall. "Stupid heart. You may love him but your stupid parents are moving you to London. You will probably never see him again." After a while I calmed down and decided to go my lesson. Even if the bell went twenty minutes ago. I cleaned my face and headed out. Michael was waiting outside. "Hey are you okay?" I nodded as he handed me his bag. "Yeah. I am fine." "No your not. Your eyes are so sad." "Family." "I heard you talking so please tell me." "I love you. I guess. Your perfect. I am so crazy I even drew a picture of you. But... But I have to move to london in a few weeks. So I can't really love you." "Well you can but it would be awkward." "Yeah. So know I feel stupid and I don't know what to do anymore." "Look. It's up to you. I am here for you. If you ever need a hug or just to talk come find me." "What if we aren't at school?" "Write your phone number on my hand." I smiled and he handed me a pen. I wrote my number and he hugged me. "Your a really nice girl, and in a way I feel like you have changed me." "I don't see how. Are second conversation we had lead to my boobs." "True." "And it has been a week since we first spoke." "Yeah."

"Also. I never said happy birthday to you yesterday." "I know. To make it up to me, as a birthday present, you can be my girlfriend." "What?" "Yeah. Come on. It will be fun." "Okay." "Nice. You have a beautiful smile." "Thanks. If you want, for another present I will bring in the picture of you and give it to you." "Yeah. Okay. Of speaking of drawings are you done with you Friday piece?" "Yeah." "Fuck. I need to do that later." "Good luck."

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"Bitch. Now I have to pay you." "Technically no. He asked me." "Oh okay then." I smiled and we walked to mine. "So how knows?" "I don't know. Me, you and Michael. I think that's it. He will probably lose all his friends if he tells his friends." "True." "Thanks." We walked upstairs.

"What happened?" I said looking at all destroyed art work. "What? Is that all you art work?" I picked pieces up and tears fell from my eyes. "The only one that is fine is your Michael drawing." "All my work." I whispered. "Its fine. We can Sellotape them back together. They are all clean rips." "But this is my art competition work." More tears fell. "Zoe. Calm down it will be fine." Owen sat me on my bed and sorted out all art work out.

Later on my mum ran up the stairs. "Why isn't dinner on?" She said looking at me. Then looked at all my art work. "Did you rip that?" "No. If i did I would of ripped my Michael one too." She placed a hand on my head. "I am sorry."

Owen was still here when my dad got home. "Why is your mother cooking?" "Because, i got home and all my art stuff was ruined." Don't get cheeky." "I am not being cheeky. I bet you did this." I stormed out my room and the last thing i remember was getting pushed down the stairs.