"For fuck sake, Hunter wake up" I barked at my brother but he ignored me and continued to sleep.

"WHAT THE! I was going to wake up but you didn't have to chuck a bucket of ice cubes on me" he shouted at me and he sounded very pissed like on rage mode which made me laugh.

"I called you four times but you didn't wake up and that was the only option left for me" I  replied back, sticking my tongue out like a three-year-old.

"There are other ways of waking someone up rather than  chucking a bucket of ice cubes especially when it's -6 degrees!"

"Jeez woman calm down, I always doubted your gender and you just confirmed it today I knew it you were on your periods trying to hide it all along and acting all manly!" I sarcastically replied.

"Seriously shut up Zoey, it's no time for jokes." my brother, Hunter, jumped out of his bed and landing straight onto the floor as the ice cubes made the floor slippery.

"Hunter just because you couldn't find your one nightstand yesterday doesn't mean you have to start making out with the floor like EWWWW!" I said trying my best not to laugh at his attempt at getting up from the floor but he failed it again.

"Also we are getting late for school!" quickly I shouted.

"ZOEY YOU--U Are so gonna pay for THIS" my brother tried to shout but had a voice crack which made me laugh even more.

"What was that again, Hunt I couldn't hear you because of the background noise"

"ZOEY!"

"The one and only,"

"YOU ARE SO GONNA PAY FOR THIS" his voice started to annoy me now.

"Whatever, I am going to school" I shouted as soon as I shut the door. He said something but it was too late for me to go back and I was getting late.

********

Outside, snow littered the grounds. Normally, I enjoyed staring at it, but the snow had been there for a few days, filled with shoeprints and dirt. I have never liked dirty snow. It made me fill a bit sad inside, knowing that my calming scene had disappeared, but anything was good enough to keep me entertained during Mrs Cambridge's health class.

I can't say that I don't know how I got a C- in her class, but I can say that I don't regret it one bit.

As I started spacing out, a shrill voice broke through.

"Zoey Ross!"

I jumped, turning around to see  Mrs Cambridge in all her fuzzy gray-hair, toad-like rage.

"Yes! Mrs Cambridge?" I answered dully.

"How many times have I told you to stop staring out of that window?"

Twice, I wanted to answer, but I kept my mouth shut.

She sighed angrily. "Honestly. You need to grow up." She marched to my seat and pulled the shades over the window. "Mr Parker," she barked at a kid sitting a few seats away. "Switch seats with Zoey at once!"

I don't know why Mrs. Cambridge didn't like me. For the first three days of school, she was all nice to me until the day I was eating a sandwich in her class and she caught me. Then I became public enemy number one to her.

Sighing, I slumped over to pick up my stuff. "Quickly!" she snapped at me. "I have a class to teach!"

I scooped everything up and left my seat, dropping everything on the ground before sitting down and using my foot to push everything under my desk.

"'I have a class to teach' blah blah blah And I care because" I accidentally blurted out.

"Zoey, you should NEVER disrespect your teacher hasn't anyone taught you manners?" Mrs Cambridge yelled. I winced at the sharpness of her voice. I think the whole class did too.

"Nope,"  I said popping out the 'p'

"Look at me and apologise!" Pausing, I took a deep breath and prepared myself.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Cambridge."

"For what?" she questioned.

"I'm sorry Mrs Cambridge that your mother failed your birth control." The whole class started to laugh and deep down I did feel a bit guilty it's not my fault I am really good at blurting out whatever comes to my mind 'accidentally'. 

"That's not what you should be saying sorry for and I will be taking you to the principal's office and you can explain yourself to him. " she spat.  She gave me an angry glare before heading up to the front of the class again.

As she started her lecture back up, I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see the class' reaction. I sighed, relieved when they didn't seem irritated.                                                                             

I scanned the whole class one last time. As I was finishing, one person caught my glance. For a brief second, we stared at each other before he turned his head away.

That was when I noticed his hair colour.

It was odd. It was too light to be brown but too dirty to be blond. I observed it, which was hard to do considering how far away I was, but I collected bits and pieces. There was a sunny blonde streak here, an Auburn streak here, a dirty blonde streak here. I grew lost in my thoughts, sorting one colour from the other, being snapped back by the same croaking voice.

"Zoey Ross, do I need to put blinders around your eyes as well now?"

I jerked my head back to see Mrs Cambridge right in front of my face.

"I am sorry," immediately, I apologised trying not to create an issue again.

"No, you're not!" She stood up straight, throwing her hands up in the air. "You're here to learn and I'm here to teach you! That's your job and that's mine. But someone here isn't doing their job correctly ."

"You are right someone isn't doing their job properly and THAT'S YOU," I said rolling my eyes at her and I kissed my teeth. She was really getting on my nerves now.

She ignored me and went on. "It's hard for me to do my job properly when you're sitting there gawking at boys all day!"

"I wasn't gawking," I said, getting defensive.

"Then what were you doing, staring at Reece?" incorrect, I was staring at his hair not him. Well, that's the same thing I guess but there is a huge difference.

Reece looks at me smirking and then he winked at me. And I give him the glare of 'if you don't stop, your balls are getting chopped off'. Frantically, he turns away from me. It took years for me to master such a skill (not really).

"I was—"  She cut me off. Why even ask then?

"Not paying attention, that's what. Stare at your book instead of boys! This is a school, not a singles meet-and-greet!"

"I wasn't doing that!" I said getting pissed off now.

Mrs Cambridge stopped and glared at me. "Then what were you doing, huh?"

I stared at her, annoyance and resentment boiling inside of me. I stood up suddenly, turning to face Reece. "Reece," I started. The students' faces changed from interest to shock, fear, and amusement. "Can you please tell me what your hair colour is? I'm having a hard time figuring it out." I asked formally.

A few snickers were heard. Reece opened his mouth to say something but was cut by Mrs Cambridge.

"Detention, Zoey!" Mrs Cambridge yelled, marching over to my desk. I sat back down calmly, all my bitter feelings suddenly vanishing. As Mrs Cambridge scribbled down everything on her detention slip, I quickly glanced over at Reece and he blew a flying kiss at me with a wink.

"What an asshole getting all cocky...." I mumbled under my breathe.

"What was that ?" Reece asked with a confused look on his face.

"Zoey if you don't shut your mouth then I will give you another detention with extra homework," Mrs Cambridge said with an annoyed look which created more wrinkles on her face even after all the plastic she wore to cover it up. I swear she looks like the woman version of Donald Trump. Donald Trump, come and collect your sister from my classroom.

When the bell rang, I gathered my stuff together. As I stood up, my binder slipped out of my hands, crashing onto the floor. Papers and pencils cluttered out of it. I swore silently to myself before reaching down to pick everything up. As I reached for the last pencil, a hand snatched it and held it out. "Thanks," I muttered, snatching the pencil away as soon as I  realised it was Reece.

"By the way babes my hair is brown and my dick size is-"he was about to say but I cut him off. He gave me an innocent smile which anyone could have fallen for but NOT ME.

"I am surprised you even have a dick," I said with a challenging look on my face.

"Babes is this your way of getting me to bed?" he said giving me another one of his smirks.

"By the way, I didn't catch your name babes what is it again?" he questioned not even bothered looking at me.

"That's cause I didn't give it to you, now MOVE OUT OF MY WAY" I responded and ran out of the class without looking back.

  Oh god, here we go AGAIN. Why does it always happen to me?    

Well, I tried making a book this is my third attempt. VOTE and COMMENT if you like this chapter so far and PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACKS ON HOW I DID.I really need to know what to improve on. Thank you to whoever survived this long shitty chapter to the end. 

I have edited this but don't hesitate to tell me if you see any errors. LOVE Y'ALL! ADIOS!