Cheryl's POV:
"You admit it!" My anger boiled over as I grabbed Zoe's hair and slammed her toward the wall.
The strands slipped through my fingers, and that's when I realized—her hair had gotten shorter. I let out a cold laugh and sneered, "What's this? Copying my short hair? Think that'll make Eric notice you?"
Zoe's eyes turned red in an instant, her voice trembling. "You're the one who put glue in my hat first! You're the one who deserves this!"
Glue?
I froze, momentarily stunned. Just as I was about to snap back, Zoe and her little sidekick charged at me.
I reached for the easel beside me and flung it toward them as hard as I could. At that moment, the door to the art room burst open with a loud bang.
Eric's tall figure stood in the doorway, his eyes filled with barely contained
