Zoey's POV
I ran to my room. I wasn't crying as I sat on my bed. I should be more upset, shouldn't I?
I was half expecting for Josh to come in to try and cheer me up. Or for Quinton to come and apologize.
It's been ten minutes and I'm glad that neither of them had walked in yet. I had changed.
I was only in a sport bra and a pair of sweatpants that I'm pretty sure are Noah's or Blake's.
I laid down on my bed. I looked up at my desk. I got back up and stared at my reflection. I didn't like what I saw.
I pulled a shift on and looked in the mirror again. Better, I guess. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Hey Zoey." A voice said.
I almost started crying again at the voice. I opened the door and I don't think I've ever hugged someone so tight in my life.
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Separation Anxiety
FanfictionZoey is just a normal 16, well that's what she looks like to people who don't know. But she has been abused since birth. Her "parents" got arrested when she was 10. When she got put in the orphanage, she got bullied. She just wants love, but there'...
