Zoey 101 Dustin の小説・ストーリー

"How could you be digging through trash?" Her face darkened as her eyes swept over me from head to toe. When her gaze landed on my washed-out jeans, something complicated flickered in her eyes. Andrew leaned in. "Chase, you really know how to play the victim, don't you? Since when do you scavenge for garbage? Or did you know we were shopping here today and decided to put on a show?" Zoey's expression grew even darker. She grabbed me and dragged me away. "Come home with me!" she snapped.

The door bursts open and Zoey walks in. She arch her brows at Stacey's zombie like figure and down to the phone she was gripping tightly. "Stacey!" She calls out and fold her arms. Stacey jerks out of her thoughts to stare at her. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Wayne finally agreed to date you huh?" She taunted. Stacey groans and push to her feet. "Zoey, could you stop it already!. I'm not in for your joshing right now!" She blurts out and drops the phone on the bed. Zoey clucks her tongue.

as I enter the hallway. +++ I look over to the person she is referring to as Zoey rolls her eyes and says, "See who it is." Zeke and Aubrey are waiting in line for lunch. I think to myself, "I wonder what's going on with them." When she eats her pasta, Zoey shakes her head and says, "You don't want to know. "Are you aware?" I do, of course. Tell me, you. I assumed you were over him, so don't worry about it. She says with a sinister grin.

“Wanna do something? Go out, grab drinks, get high, whatever. I’m losing my mind here.” Zoey barely glanced up, her fingers still tapping away at her screen. “Pass,” she said, her tone distracted. “I’m busy.” Then she looked at me, her smirk widening into a grin that screamed trouble. “Guess what? Me and Michael Thompson are this close to taking Laura Davies down. We dug up some serious dirt on her past—stuff that’ll ruin her.”

Her core started to tingle. “Zoey, cover up.” Zoey pretended like she was going through a bad pain. She winced and covered up. Charlotte could see the shadows of pain in Zoey’s eyes, and it made her heart troubled. “Which pack do you come from again? I do not remember,” Charlotte asked gently, hoping to ease the tension in the room. Zoey looked up, her gaze hesitant. “I come from the Moon Sturdy Pack,” she replied softly. “I’ve been an omega since I was little. Life hasn’t been fair to me.”

I picked one potato chip and stuffed it into my mouth. "You know if you want to talk about it, I think what Colt said earlier was a sensitive topic but if you want to talk about it, I'm here. I won't judge you." She told me. Zoey is a good woman. She is pretty nice, someone I feel like I can trust. It won't hurt sharing a part of me with her, will it? "Okay." I whispered. "Dylan Black, you must have heard of him. Everybody knows him." I said and she nodded her head.

“Nothing you need to know.” She leaned back on her hands. “Damian blocked me,” she said casually, like she wasn’t poking a bruise. “He actually dared to break up with me and then he blocked me. Worse; he’s been glued to Monica like some loyal idiot. Running around like he’s her freaking hand bag.” I felt it then. That tight, burning pull in my chest. Zoey snorted. “I still don’t get it. She’s the janitor’s daughter. She smells like poverty. What do you two even see in her?”

Jemma heaved a deep sigh. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Allegheny County, New York. 6:56pm ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Zoey walked out the bathroom nakedly, she tied the white around her wet hair. Just when she was about to pick up her towel. The door burst opened, revealing Calvin. First she wanted to run back to the bathroom and hide but she fought it back as she took her eyes to the ground.

ZOEY One could start with the silence,the tension slowly building in the filtered air,the maid rooted on a corner about the sofas, or the Manager seated,perhaps the Personal Assistant,or the pink sweatshirt with a hoodie Zoey wore on her black joggers which stood amidst the blackness and other secondary colours in the parlour. One could even start with the anxiety blooming in Zoey's eyes,the disappointment written all over Antonio's face,the look uncertainties plastered on Trisha's,the stern face of the maid. One could yet again start with the bombshell.

Zoey expressed, her gaze filled with disgust and she scurried upstairs. Zoey pulled out her phone the moment she was inside an empty room with just a mattress and a wardrobe, She dialed a number and listened carefully as it kept on ringing. “ Eva Stone on the Line, how may I help you? ”. Eva teased speaking in her usual cheerful tone. “ Eva! ”. That was the only word she could let out before her voice broke down in tears. “ Hey…. Shi…. Shi… Don't do that, don't!! Take a deep breath”. Zoey inhales and exhales loudly hoping to Calm down.