Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
And with that, I start the engine and back out of my spot, desperate to leave him behind.
11
Zoey
This week has sucked, and not just the normal kind of end-of-week sucking that I usually get hit with. No, this week has been torturous. I’m only one week into junior year, and I’m officially the school outcast thanks to Shannan and her need to get in Noah’s pants. Though from what I can tell, the more she messes with me, the more Noah seems to pull away from her, so there’s that. It doesn’t stop her from trying even harder though.
I’ve had my locker vandalized, an iced coffee thrown over my Range Rover, red food die thrown at the back of my pants in a pathetic effort to make me look as though I’d gotten my period. Not to mention, everywhere I’ve gone, every class I’ve taken, I’ve heard the word trash chanted over and over again.
I can’t escape it.
Tarni hasn’t exactly been the best of friends this week either. After Tuesday, she chilled out and was mostly being her normal self. They all were. I think they might have had a little sense knocked into them and realized just how insensitive they were being about Linc.
But Tarni . . . I don’t know. She’s been hesitant with me. It’s as if she’s trying to put distance between us because I’m the school reject and being seen with me doesn’t do her any favors. What happened to the lifetime of friendship? Where’s the loyalty? I’ve stuck by her side since we were six years old, and now, when I need her most, she’s nowhere to be seen. Though the second school is over, she’s more than happy to chill at my place or spend hours talking on the phone. Only in public, it’s as though I don’t even exist.
Great friend she is. If only I had other options.
The second the bell sounded after school today, I couldn’t wait to get out of there and start my weekend. I need the freedom from school more than my next breath. Not to mention, the thought of not having to see Noah for two whole days is amazing.
It’s funny, there was once a time when I would have fallen apart at the thought of not seeing him all weekend. How things have changed. My only saving grace is that since I called him out on his shit on Tuesday, he seems to be leaving me alone. I haven’t spoken a word to him, but don’t get me wrong, I still feel his overwhelming stare every time I walk into a room.
I feel as though he’s stolen my power.
Before I found out he was coming to East View, I was excited for the school year to start. I was ready to dominate junior year and make it my bitch. I was prepared for the slew of work I’d have to get through and all the extra credit to ensure I got into a good college. I was ready for it all, and now, I feel more unprepared than ever. I’ve already missed so much work and gotten behind on my assignments, all because I’m so completely consumed by everything Noah Ryan.
I need to get a grip.
Crashing down on my bed, I slip beneath the blankets and pull them right up to my chin, more than ready for a night of Netflix and chilling by myself. My phone buzzes from my bedside table, and I reach over with a groan, knowing damn well I should be using tonight as a chance to catch up on my missed work, but I just can’t find the strength to do it.
Grabbing my phone, I swipe my thumb across the screen, unlocking it and glancing down to find the group chat with Tarni, Abby, and Cora.
Cora: So……… I know Liam is a bit of a touchy topic right now, but please tell me we’re going to his party tonight.
Tarni: Hell yeah, we’re going. It’s the first party of junior year. There’s no way we’re missing it.
Tarni: Get your drinking on, bitches. We’re partying tonight!!!!!!!!!
Abby: Seriously? Why does it have to be Liam? Aren’t there any other parties tonight?
Tarni: You down to partaaaayyyyyy, Zo???? God knows you could use a shot or two.
Cora: Nope. Already checked. It’s Liam or nothing! Choose your poison.
Abby: Fine. But you whores better keep me away from him. Heartbreak and alcohol don’t mix, and I refuse to be the sad bitch crying at his feet and begging him to take me back.
Tarni: Ewwww…..
Tarni: What are we wearing? I’m thinking my little black dress, something just short enough to see my ass when I bend over.
Cora: You’re such a whore!
Tarni: YO, ZOEY?????? ARE YOU ALIVE???????? I know you’re seeing these messages! I see YOUUUUUUU!
Letting out a sigh, my fingers hover over the screen, knowing Tarni is bound to call me if she doesn’t hear from me soon.