A/N: It upsets me that there's no Zori fanfiction so I'm going to write a whole lot and convert all of you. It'll work. Trust me. Cheers to the first Zori fanfic on this site. RxR!


If there was one person Zig couldn't stand it was Tori Santamaria. Tori, the stupid prissy little girl who sat behind him in math every year since the sixth grade. The girl with the perfect curls that, despite how undeniable pretty she was, did nothing but get on his absolute last nerve. What made her so great anyway? Her dimples? Her bright brown eyes? Her stupid, fragile little frame that made him want to protect her tiny, delicate body?

Maybe it was just her that he didn't like. Like the way she thought she knew everything when she really didn't. Know it all. Or the way she pouted when she realized she wasn't as flawless as she thought to bring the attention back to herself. Narcasscist. Served her right, after all. Zig hated her with every fiber of his being, every muscle in his body. He and Tori came from two different worlds. He was a skater boy, she was a barbie girl. She was always so preppy and full of energy while he had to struggle to get out of bed at noon. What could someone like Zig see in someone like her?

Nothing that's what.

Girls like Tori didn't like guys like him anyway. She'd stick her little nose up in the air at him and blog about how "like absolutely gah-ross" he was for all her little friends to see. She's spread rumors about him when they barely even knew each other. She's help her friends put stink bombs in his locker. She's put glue on his seat so he'd be stuck to his chair. Well, hypothetically of course. She was one of the popular girls, at least he struck him as one of those girls, but she wasn't like that. No, she was insane in a completely different way.

She'd call him cute nicknames. Well, nicknames she thought were cute. Ziggy, ZigZag, and Ziggly Puff weren't exactly things he wanted other people to call him. Granted, he didn't want her calling him those things either, but he could let it slide. For her anyway. Only for her.

Maybe what he hate was just that she was insane. She'd stand by his locker after every period just for the chance to say hi to him. She'd offer to walk home with him even though they lived in opposite directions. That girl was a psychopath. Batshit insane was a pretty accurate way to describe her too. Tori Santamaria had more than a few screws loose in her head, and he should have hated her.

Should have, but he didn't .

And that's what he hated most of all. He hated the fact that despite all her flaws, he couldn't hate Tori. There was nothing he should have liked about her, but he was crazy about her. And that was just so damn infuriating. She was just so freaking perfect that it drove him crazy. Every day he'd wake up hoping that maybe he wouldn't have those stupid feelings for her anymore and every day, he'd still like her as much as the last. Sometimes more. And it was driving him straight out of his mind.

Because somehow Zig Novak let himself fall for the dumb, obnoxious Tori Santamaria. She managed to use her bratty ways to wrap him right around her little finger and as if she were a drug, he was hooked, with no sign of stopping his addiction.

Yeah. Zig Novak really couldn't stand Tori Santamaria.