Losers Together 💕 (Zane x Reader) {ON HOLD}

Chapter Twelve - Her Problem with Love

Your POV

My alarm clock started blaring again, and I grunted. Punching the buttons angrily, it turned off, and I turned back in my covers. I didn't want to go to school, I wanted to sleep. Before I knew it, my mind wandered elsewhere, and I fell asleep once more.

*

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), wake up!"

"Mm..." I whined, grabbing the soft covers and pulling them over my head.

A loud sigh was heard, then footsteps started to resonate throughout the room. I smiled weakly, thinking I was safe, until I heard the blowhorn.

"(Y/N) GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF!"

With the blowhorn's sound still blaring in my ears, I got out of bed. I opened my eyes angrily to find Mom staring at me, with foam sliding down the corner of her chin. Geez, I swear, do all moms have a Satan side?

I ushered Mom out and went into my closet, choosing some cute clothes for today. I finished by putting a headband in my hair, then heading downstairs.

"Morning hon," Mom said sweetly, as if nothing happened. I gaped at her for a minute before shrugging and sitting at the table.

"Ready for school today?" Dad asked, trying to lighten the mood. If anything, it just made it worse.

"No. I have fight club today."

Dad turned, looking confused. "But... weren't you the one who decided to create it?"

"Yes, along with Zane. But - get this, we have a teacher! And she sucks!"

"Oh, she can't be that bad..." Mom sighed, turning with a plate of pancakes. She set them in front of me, then took off her oven mitts. I picked up the fork and stabbed it into the pancakes.

"Trust me, she is."

"Well," Mom said, wiping her brow. "Maybe you can change that. Just ask her if there's anything she'd prefer you to do, and-"

"You don't get it Mom! The fight club was our idea, not hers! She shouldn't even be a part of it!"

"That's your opinion, but you do need supervision. After all, nobody's perfect, especially not teenagers."

"Hey!" I snapped.

Mom shrugged. "I wasn't perfect either. You and I are equal."

"Fair enough," I grumbled, devouring the pancakes pretty quickly. I then went back upstairs to put on some makeup.

If you haven't realized, I'm not a big makeup girl, but I'm trying to get better about it. I mean, come on, Zane probably doesn't want to date an ugly girl like me. (A/N: Noooo don't think that way!)

I put on some mascara and some lip balm. I added a light dusting of blush, and caked my eyelids with natural-colored eyeshadow. After I finished this process, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I could hardly recognize the girl in front of me. I stared at her for a moment, then tore my eyes away from my reflection. This was the new me, I just had to accept it now.

*

So all my makeup had smeared when I got to school. Wanna know how I knew? Well, let's just say Ivy and Lily weren't being very secretive with their gossiping.

"She thinks she can be as pretty as us? If anything, she made herself uglier."

"Yeah. I can't imagine how ugly she looked during puberty, all those pimples... ugh."