Zoey's POV
I was beyond angry as i made my way down the hall, heading towards the toilet. I pulled the door handle open and went into the toilet. I turned on the tap and let the water wash the ketchup.
"Gosh it's even worse now!"I groaned and turned off the running water, I can't be seen in school like this with a ketchup stained white t-shirt. I left the toilet and headed down the hall, just as i was reaching my locker, i was pulled into a class with strong arms wrapped around my mouth.
I struggled from his grip and pushed the person off of me to see Blake standing in front of me. He has been trying to talk to me all week but i kept ignoring and declining his calls, he even sent a few messages which i didn't bother reading.
"How dare you lay those filthy hands on me!"I yelle
