Chapter 3
Zoey's POV
Zoey and Heath walked the park for hours. It had been so perfect, until she had showed up. She was a typical American girl. Tall, well-tanned, blonde hair and bright blue eyes, that were mentally undressing Heath. 'Hi. Are you new? I'm Elena.' she said, directing the question directly at Heath, giving Zoey the ice cold shoulder. Heath replied gladly 'Yea, we are. I'm Heath and this is my girl Zoey' Zoey was über-pissed right now. 'Heath, honey, why don't you go get Stark for me?' ' Sure thing Zo. BRB!' After he left, Zoey squared right up to Elena. 'Ok bitch. I don't who you think you are but I want you and your nasty blue eyes to stay away from my Heath'. Zoey tried to put it nicely, but Elena retaliated immediately. 'Oh really? I think that I could get Heath away from you pretty easily. Besides, you could probably get any guy in this hell hole of a town. This Stark guy must be another boyfriend too. I think that you are just wasting you time trying to hold on to Heath...' Zoey had had enough. Elena would've gone on, but Zoey grabbed her in a headlock. This bitch is driving me nuts!, Zoey thought to herself as Elena tackled her to the ground. The 2 girls went on fighting for at least an hour until Heath pulled Zoey from the top of Elena. 'What the hell Zo? Heath looked really scared, he'd never seen Zoey like this before. 'I'll take care of this one' Stark murmured as he helped Elena to her feet and started leading her to the Mystic Grill. Zoey caught sight of Elena on her way past. She had a black eye and 2 busted lips. Zoey smirked, 'You deserve it bitch!' Elena looked back and gave her a foul look. 'Enough Zo. What happened?' Heath asked, looking very concerned. 'It's a long story.' Zoey said, spitting the blood from her nose out of her mouth. 'We have plenty of time' Heath said as he put he arm around her as she started to sob softly.
Stark's POV
Stark helped Elena into the Grill and sat her down at the bar. 'Can I get a large pitcher of cider please?' the bartender nodded as Stark turned back around to face Elena. There were lots of tears coming down her face, ruining her already ruined make-up. Don't just sit there, he thought to himself, talk to her! 'So... What happened?' As they talked, they completely drained the pitcher and were both very, very drunk. 'I really want to kiss you right now' Elena slurred. 'So what's stopping you?' Stark slurred back. So she did. She kissed him until he passed out.
The next day, Stark woke up with a pounding headache, and was surprised to see that he was lying on the floor of the Grill. As he sat up, all of last nights events came back to him. He had made out with Elena. 'Ah hell!' he muttered as he passed out again