Healed

Chapter 10

You know how people say the weekend are the longest days of the week? Well they lied.

The weekend was short. Like I could only sleep for 10 hours out of  the entire 48hours short. And it didn't help that half my weekend was spent thinking of Eric effing Blaize.

Yes I thought of him and for this I greatly wanted to slap my mind every time his face showed up in my head. Problem was, I couldn't and sensing my displeasure only made my mind torment me more.

"Zoey? Hey Zoey" I turned to see Clara staring at me with worry filled eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah" I lied. I couldn't exactly tell her I was thinking about the one person I shouldn't be "Just thinking how unlucky Monday's were" I said with a groan

This was true. Like I've said I really wasn't a morning person.  "Well think about this instead you get to spend time with a guy girls only dream about"

I rolled my eyes at her attempt at cheering me up. It didn't help that he was the very reason for my unseemly off mood. "That isn't exactly comforting. It's even more annoying since I can't punch him"

"Why do you resort to violence for everything?" She asked not bothering to hide her discomfort

"Is there any other way?" For this she just rolled her eyes.

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Is murder a bad thing?. I mean killing someone can't really be considered bad could it? Right now I felt murder was as good an option as any other because I really wanted to kill someone.

But not just anyone. I wanted to kill a certain blonde who had been annoying me since the day we met.

Why? Let's start from the beginning. After Clara and I had said our brief goodbyes, I had dragged myself to a class that I had full intentions of sleeping in. That was until I realized I couldn't. Why? Because my stupid heart wouldn't stop hammering in my chest.

I mean seriously. I didn't cry for sappy movies, I didn't flinch at the sight of lovers and I definitely didn't feel any different with any other male specie.

So why

Why

Why

Why in heavens name am I still reacting to Eric effing Blaize.

So here I was, sitting in Maths class listening to Mr Chones go on about something I could care less about. Because all my focus and anger was directed at somewhere or rather someone else. "I hate you"

He turned to me, his useless handsome face stared at me with the confusion clearly evident.

"What did I do this time?"

"Nothing" I said truthfully " I just feel like murdering you simply cause"

"What happened to sweet sunflower dress wearing Zoey?" He asked, his voice hiding a trace of humor.

Of course this doesn't go unnoticed by me. Me being as civilized as possible, reached over and tapped him lightly at the back of his head. By lightly I meant very hard like skull cracking hard.

"The fuck" he hissed, massaging the back of his head lightly " it was a joke. I thought we were passed this stage of violence"

"We did. But then I realized I had no reason to be nice to you again"

"I thought we were friends?"

"Define friends?" I said crumpling a piece of paper that had doodles on them.

"For one people who don't hit each other over the head because of a joke"

Is that really what a friends was? I always thought friends loved playing smack the idiot behind the head "then nope. We are so not friends"