zoe puckerman hadn’t gone into the night thinking she’d end up throwing punches in lj holliday’s direction..... then again, she hadn’t gone in 2041 thinking the love of her life would drop her like a hot potato. anyone who really knew zoe knew she had been hurting. heartbroken, even. in a way that was different from their high school breakup. theo beiste had, and unfortunately still was, zoe’s everything. she had always been a firm believer that theo was her person, so to see him smiling and leaning into sterling duval, of all people? well, it had her seeing red faster than someone could say “prom queen”. and to add salt to an already festering wound, zoe’s sworn enemy lj holliday decided to open her big, dumb mouth. all it had taken was a couple of words for zoe to channel the tequila in her system and her inner-father to pull back and throw a fist. it was over before it even started, and as zoe felt a pair of arms form around her waist, her legs went flailing. “fuck you, you stupid bitch,” she screamed as she was being pulled towards the door. in a strange twist of fate, a pool of warmth spread throughout zo’s heart as she was placed down and turned to face the first person to ever really have her back. “i hate her,” she scoffed through broken breaths. “this is me. i guess you just don’t know me anymore,” a lie, and while she liked to think she was tough, zo knew she couldn’t lie to him, of all people. “he was flirting with sterling and lj thought it was funny.” zoe wasn’t normally someone who liked to show emotion, but tequila had a funny way of changing things. “i miss him,” her eyes wide and cast down. “and he can’t even look at me.”
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