All night I was tossing and turning. I struggled to go sleep and the fact that my asthma was playing up, didn't help. As I lay flat on the bed, it felt like someone was sitting on my lungs. Breathing was such a difficult task, it was like I was being squeezed all the air out of me. After fumbling around for my inhaler, two deep puffs later and I felt a calm wave in my chest.

The events that took place, causing me to get my first ever warning, were constantly playing around in my mind. After my breathing was regulated, I shut my eyes tightly hoping I would fall asleep.

What felt like five minutes, my alarm blared into my ears. Once again I groaned at the struggle of getting ready in the morning. With great might I pushed myself off the bed.

Today I wasn't able to make a quick and swift exit, my dad with his stern voice, cautioned for me to have breakfast before leaving.

"So is there anything you want to tell me." My dad said in his serious rigid tone.

My eyes moved their way up to look at him, and I slowly stopped chewing on my toast, shrugging my shoulders. I peered towards the left, to Ava, who also stopped her tracks in scoffing her breakfast. Then peering towards the right, my mums delicate eyes wait for me to say something.

"I got an email from the school. You got a warning? Do you want to tell me what it's about." My dad let out, finally filling in the awkward silence.

I sucked in my breath, internally groaning at the fact my father had found out.

"It's nothing. Just a misunderstanding." I mumbled, not wanting to go into detail.

"Are you sure? This isn't like you to get a warning, especially with it being an important year." My dad rapidly responded, trying to get an answer out of me.

"It's nothing. Anyway forget about me, how's work?" I asked with a big grin on my face, I winced at my pathetic attempt to change the subject.

Both my mum and Ava stared at me, shocked, that I had taken a sudden interest in my dads field of work.

"Come on Hannah, you're not fooling me. You don't care about my work." My dad chuckled, knowing what I was like.

"No seriously tell me. I want to know." I responded, trying to take an interest.

"Well if you're interested," my dad said, with slight shock masking his voice. "I've been looking to partner up with someone to help refurb the houses. Met this great guy, Brian, he has his own team of people who can make old houses practically brand new. If all goes well, we will form a new partnership. I buy the houses, he makes them brand spanking new, and then I sell them."

I raised my brows, and nodded at the words coming out, I slowly get up from my seat, ushering Ava to get out her seat.

"See that Angela, I knew she didn't care, anything to distract me." My dad chuckled, giving me a warm smile.

My mother lets a small snicker and waved us goodbye. I shouted love you to both my mum and dad as I exited, making my way to hell.

***

Tuesdays were practically the best days, I wasn't timetabled to have business studies, I was saved from the headache, that is Zac. Even though I was happy, I can't help but feel like I was on a timer, time was ticking and we were far from starting our project.

Sitting in my art class, I admired the artwork I was producing. For me, art was like an escape from reality. I had always loved creating, it helped me to forget about the real aspects of life and focus on the swirls and mixture of colours I was able to produce.

I was half-way done from completing my painting, a range of trees, in the style of Georges Seurat. When suddenly, a shadow loomed over me, which belonged to Melissa.

"So I heard you got your first warning, after the whole fiasco yesterday." She smugly said as her menacing sharp blue eyes, dug into me like she trying to suss something out.

I rolled my eyes, at the fact that anything around this school spread like wildfire.

"It's got nothing to do with you, leave me alone." I let out in a sharp tone. Ignoring her presence, I focused back on my artwork.

"Well you see, now that you have your first warning, all the teachers are watching you like a hawk. You're on their radar." Melissa's venomous tone slithered out.

She picked up a paintbrush from my table, dipping it black paint, and splattered it over my artwork. It all happened so quick, my mind couldn't comprehend what occurred.

Black specs were all over my artwork. A small yelp escaped my mouth, my eyes widened at the despicable act from Melissa. All of a sudden a fresh swell of rage rose in me, I was welled up with such anger, I abruptly got out from my seat, striding closer to Melissa.

Ruby quickly made her way over to me, latching onto my arm trying to calm me down.

"What the hell have you done! You've ruined my fucking artwork." I hissed in a low voice, hoping the teacher and students around us didn't catch what was going on.

"Oh did I? Oops." Melissa said sarcastically, she slowly lifts her lips in a condescending smile, and walked away.

I was prepared to storm right over to her, drag her by the hair and rip her artwork up, but Ruby was the one holding me back.

"Hannah, don't, it's not worth it. All the teachers are on to you, if you react you'll get your second warning." Ruby calmly said.

I grunt in frustration, as I knew she was right. I was powerless, in this crazy situation I would have been the one in the wrong, and I couldn't risk getting my second warning. It took a lot for me to sit back down and ignore Melissa. Ruby offered to help get rid of the black splotches, but I waved her away.

***

Most of my art lesson was occupied in me trying to rectify the mess Melissa made. I was so busy, I worked all the way into my break. Ruby wanted to stay, but I begged for her to go.

The bell rang, indicating break was over, I was still rushed off my feet to clean up my work. After I was satisfied with what I managed to do, I was milling around to put my art supplies away and make it in time for my next lesson, IT. Unlucky for me, my IT class was situated on the other side of the school and I was relying on my legs to hurry over there. I couldn't afford to be late.

I didn't want to over do it, causing me to become breathless, only for my asthma to act up. I power walked over to my class, majority of the school yard was empty, all the students were in their classes, and I was the only one out.

I was so focused on rushing to my class, when all of a sudden as I turned the corner, I came to standstill bumping into what felt like a bolder. A surprised gasp left my mouth, my first instinct was to scream at the sight of Zac. I froze in such shock, so much for not seeing him today, I thought to myself.

Stepping to the side to get past him, he mirrored my movement, not allowing me to get past. As I let out a annoyed grunt, I moved to the other side trying yet again, to pass him. He did the exact same thing blocking my way.

I forced myself to inch my head upwards, where I found his green eyes, gazed right in me. His jaw was clenched hard, showcasing his sharp jawline that I didn't even know he had.

"What the hell are you doing." I snapped through the grits of my teeth, trying to walk around him. He inched closer to me, closing the large gap between us.

"You think you can get away with pouring water all over me?" He said in a dangerously low tone, but almost in a chuckle, his voice felt like it rumbled into my ears, causing a rippling effect all the way to my stomach.

"You deserved it for practically calling my sister a dog." I snapped back. "Now move! I'm getting late for my class."

"I know you got your first warning. It would be a shame if you received two more. You wouldn't want a temporary exclusion, would you?" He cocked his head to the side, inching his face closer, being able to feel his heavy breath fan onto my neck.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way." I hissed the words one by one. With all my might, I managed to push him to the side, barging past him.

"Watch it Hannah Montana!" Zac yelled from behind as I rushed away from him.

Without looking over my shoulder, I stuck my middle finger up towards him, as an instant reaction. His cocky laugh was the last thing I heard picking up the pace to get to my class. Absolute arsehole.

I finally made it into my IT class, and all the beady eyes of the students turn to me. Mrs Brown, the teacher, lifts one brow at me, nodding her head in disappointment.

"Hannah, why are you ten minutes late to my class?"

"I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I got caught up with my art work, I was speaking to my teacher as well."

I wince at the lie that came out of my mouth. I was praying that she didn't enquire further.

"You're walking on very thin ice. Take your seat." Mrs Brown waved for me to sit down.

A sigh of relief rushed from me. I don't know how I would have dealt with getting another warning. All because of Zac, I could have gotten in so much trouble. I go over our encounter, everything about it felt strange. I had never been in such close proximity to Zac, it almost felt like there was adrenaline gushing through me. It was a new and strange feeling, and I couldn't pinpoint what it was.

I brush these thought away, I didn't want Zac to consume my thoughts. He thinks he can talk to me like that, he's nothing but an arsehole.

A/N

Okay who's feeling sorry for my girl, Hannah.

Melissa is one mean bitch! What do you think her problem is with Hannah?

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