*Hayden's POV*
I scribble down the thoughts running through my head into my journal. I hate writing, I'd honestly prefer drawing something instead. But my therapist seems to think otherwise.
"Hayden we're gonna be late!" Parker shouts from the other side of my bedroom door.
"I'm coming, jeez!" I shout back as I slide my journal under my pillow. I grab my backpack and trudge down the stairs, grabbing the keys to the car. I gently nudge my sister in passing. "Let's go Beckham." I joke with her.
"Alright Picasso. Hey you're staying after to give me a ride home after practice right?" She says nudging me back.
"I have my appointment after school but I can pick you up when I'm done." I explain as I turn the key in the ignition.
"No it's cool I can get a ride." She says.
The rest of the car ride to school, Parker is a little tight lipped. I make note of her chipped nail polish, she's anxious again, but I know even if I ask a million times she'd always tell me that it's nothing.
"See you at home." Parker says as she closes the passenger side door before jogging off to join some of her friends from the soccer team.
I've always been kind of jealous of my little sister for being so good at sports, being able to fit in with a team... I've always been one that 'doesn't play well with others'. Not because I lack communication skills but because I'm such a perfectionist when it comes to my work, so much so that I end up taking over.
I hear a knock on my window. "Grey you coming?" My friend Jackson asks.
"Yeah, yeah I am." I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder.
"You good? You seemed a little lost in space..." he asks.
"Yeah I'm good. Hey, uh, blue for green?" I subtly hint, giving him a quick nod.
"I gotchu, I'll text you when I have it. It's gonna be a firm thirty." He says in a hushed tone.
"I can swing that."
Don't come at me thinking 'oh Hayden has a drug problem' my parents refuse to believe anything is wrong with me even when I have an outburst, they ignore it and think everything is smooth sailing.
That is, until they caught me with my much older girlfriend a few years ago. Who I'm still seeing by the way.
The pills I buy off of Jackson, those keep my head clear... mostly.
"Miss Grey!" My biology teacher shouts getting my attention.
"Hmm."
"Please pay attention, the instructions for tomorrow's lab are important. I can't afford for anyone to get hurt. Understood?" She raises a brow at me.
"Yes ma'am." I reply politely, trying my hardest to pay attention.
I put my pen to the paper in front of me, taking notes occasionally, but my brain takes a detour and I can't not draw.
Draw hands.
Make them touch something.
Make it soft.
I finish the outline and get through about half of the detail work before the bell rings. I close my notebook and head to my next class, thankfully is art.
It's not done, finish it.
Finish it.
Finish it.
I sigh and flip through my notebook to find the sketch I had started, and continue my work on it. I'm 'supposed' to be working on my surrealism piece but my brain won't let me yet.
"Whatcha working on Hayden?" My teacher asks as she makes the rounds through the class.
"Just a sketch, I'll work on my piece when I'm finished with this Mrs. Q." I tell her without looking up, my pen gliding across the page.
She gives me a brief okay and moves on. She's always been lenient with me, knowing I'll get my work done before her deadlines. She tried pushing me to change what I was doing one day during freshman year and I lost my shit, packed up my stuff and walked out of the front doors.
Needless to say my parents were pissed, but she never did that again.
The bell rings once more, letting me know it's time to change classes. Except, I don't budge. I keep my feet propped up on my workspace as students file out and the next class files in.
Jackson takes a seat next to me. "Why do you stay here during your study hall?" He asks out of curiosity tapping his eraser.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
"Because it's basically a free period, it's not like I have loads of homework to do." I explain trying to focus.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
His incessant tapping is driving me nuts. I grab his pencil and set it on the table. "I-... you're weird Grey." He says with a laugh.
"Yeah I know I am, you're the one talking to me. Which one of us is weirder?" I say in a flat tone.
"Fair point."
I finally finish my sketch and move on to the project I actually need to finish for a grade. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I check it to see a text reminder for my appointment this afternoon.
Dr. Walsh
-This is a reminder for your 3:30 appointment this afternoon.-
Trust me Dr. Walsh, I haven't forgotten my appointment time. It's the same one we've had since I was fifteen. I roll my eyes and shove my phone back into my pocket.
The bell rings once more and I let out a frustrated groan. I hate being interrupted in the middle of a project.
"Someone's not too happy." Jackson notes.
"I was close to being finished with the highlights. Can you please kill me before government starts?" I plead with him.
"Oh come on! It's the easiest class ever, he practically gives us the answers to every test!"
"Jay, he literally thought the generator turned on when in reality we were in the middle of an earthquake..." I remind him.
"I forgot about that..."
I wander down the hall towards my next class, taking my seat, and promptly falling asleep. I'm not even tired, his voice is just that fucking boring.
I feel someone poking me in the shoulder.
"What?" I snap, still half asleep.
"No need to get salty, the bell rang." The guy behind me says.
"Thanks."
I grab my bag and shoot a text to my sister.
H
-hey I'm headed to my appointment, I know you said you'd get a ride but text me if you need me to pick you up. Love you Beckham.-
Parker ⚽️
-love you too Picasso-
I make the drive to my therapists office and sit in the waiting room for her to finish up with her current client.
"Hayden? Dr. Walsh is ready for you."
a/n: lowkey, I missed writing from Hayden's perspective. It's a little different because it's a young hayden though.
So, what do we think?
Lub you bubbies 💕
