As Zoe rushed towards the class she collided with Spencer . They have been well-known sworn enemies since middle school . His towering body with piercing blue eyes beneath his glasses made him unique , his friendly nature helped him to have a good school life . People envied his life, beauty with brain & money that's what the world wants. They think life seems happier with those, little did they know all he wanted was a peaceful life like them. Contrastingly Zoe had a resting bitchy face and created an antisocial zone around her , besides her bestie & a few friends none liked talking with her. Spencer was a different case; he liked seeing her annoyed face. Zoe lost her mother at a young age due to a car accident due to which others started bullying her. She created a stronger version of herself that people who bullied her in the past didn't dare to cross paths with. She always had a blankly inscrutable face making people wonder what's going on in her head. Destiny played its role from enemies to lovers back to enemies . History repeated will they find out their mistakes & change it.

Chapter 1 I'm looking not more or less then a witch

Chapter 1:

Back in 2016:

Alarm ring beeps

Zoe was peacefully dreaming about how to punish him. A smirk appears on her face.

Alarm continues ringing

"Ammm" she tosses around the bed pulling the duvet to cover up herself more.

Alarm rings beep beep beep.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh What the hell"

She gets up and sits with closed eyes and starts dozing off.

Alarm rings.

Closing the alarm she kept it back, rubbing her temples " This damn alarm doesn't even let me sleep properly " wipes her fake tears and goes towards the washroom.

Zoe looks at her reflection; her hair was in mess all over her face, wrinkled clothes droll over the corner of her lips.

" Aishh ... I'm not looking more or less like a witch " adjusting her hair with her fingertips she makes a messy bun.

Zoe pov:

Ohh from that I remember who was it saying girls look pretty in their sleep yes Mac hahaha he could have seen me in this condition I bet he'll never say such words again.

And wait why am I drooling when I dreamed of that jerk. I started brushing my teeth after a quick shower it's already late. My wardrobe was thankfully clean picking up my favourite gray sweatshirt with black high neck in black jeans pairing up with belt white sneakers. Done

" Geez I'm late" plugging the dryer I gave 360° turns who cares how I look. I'll not be noticeable in the huge crowd. My bag was already packed.

" Good morning princess" Dad came out from the kitchen with a plate of bread toast

"Good morning dad" I pulled the chair to sit yet

"Hurry up and have your breakfast you're getting late" he ruffled my hair, it's annoying at times I feel like I'm a puppy.

" Maverick is waiting for you".

Geez.. Picking up the juice glass I drank in one gulp stuffing the bread inside my mouth while holding the other. Giving dad a quick hug I dashed towards the door before Rick came on his own. Risky

" Bye princess" Dad waved his hand, turning I gave a small wave.

"Hurry up piggy we're already late" Rick being Rick is always in a hurry goshh however we're late today. Opening the door I swallowed the bread.

"Sorry Rick, I woke up late today --" he didn't let me complete my sentence.

"Don't blame that poor alarm it was you who didn't wake up for sure" clenching his jaws he started the engine. He's angry Lord God save me

hehehe "you know me well" I tried playing cool hope it works

"I'm your brother after all, fasten up your seatbelt".

"Ohh yeah " locking the seat belt I plugged my headphones, opening my playlist I completed eating my leftover bread turning towards the window.

The clouds kept forming different shapes but something else caught my eyes. Sun halos, it was huge enough. I don't remember the last time I saw them. Beautiful.

Mr Dawson Granger is my dad. He's a senior surgeon at Life-saver hospital. You'll be thinking why he was cooking then. That's what I told dad too. He hardly gets a break and instead of talking rest he'll be in the kitchen making something or the other when possible. He's stubborn, no wonder I'm stubborn too. It feels lucky to have him as my dad, household chores aren't for me. It's kinda embarrassing at this age. My culinary skills are terrible. I've no

interest in cooking. Back then when I was 13. I was helping Aunt Leah since she was baking cake and I actually burnt the oven. I'm strictly prohibited in the kitchen.

Argh I'm learning after all practice makes a man perfect yup. We all have flaws that make us human. Imperfection is part of humanity, everyone has it and it's nothing to be shy about.

People say dad is a superhero is it? Maybe I don't know

Yet the way dad helped me all these years I feel blessed to have him.

Maverick my stupid irritating brother. Seriously who calls their younger sister piggy besides the fact I hardly eat .I've not been a foodie since young. When dad is home I'll be a good girl having proper meals and other days I hardly have meals a day, sometimes not even once a day. Knowing the fact it isn't good for my health can't help. There are incidents when Rick will forcefully feed me, just a few days back since I didn't have my meals and he took my cell, headphones, basketball skateboard, laptop not only these he didn't give me back till I had meals. So even if it's 4 spoons I'll have 3 meals a day.

Hectic life.