"What are you staring at me for?" Zoey looks you up and down, her eyes narrowing. Mascara stains the skin underneath her eyes, and you can see how it's dried to her cheeks from running down her face earlier.

"If you're one of Drew's stupid friends, you can just get out of here already! Things are over between us, for real this time... I don't want him or any of his dumb sidekicks running after me." She pouts, turning her head to the side, and crossing her arms.