An Old Friend

Chapter 6

Hayden's POV

I groan as I shut my alarm off. Why does school have to exist when Morgan is being stalked? It's so stupid. This is the first time I've ever actually wanted to go to the cops and I can't or more people will end up dead. This fucking sucks!

"Hayden, it's time for school," Mom's soft voice comes with a soft knock on my bedroom door.

"I'm getting up," I tell her before her footsteps fade away. We're finally allowed to live at home again since the police cleared the crime scene or whatever the hell they did. Morgan said that Josh's family is planning the funeral and offered to have Morgan play the video she made for him which is nice considering the whole situation.

With a sigh, I get up and head to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth, and brush my hair before going back to my room to find some clothes. Jeans and a black T-shirt will work. I grab my combat boots and a grey hoodie to put under my red leather jacket as I head downstairs.

"Breakfast is on the counter, I have to head to work. You know the drill."

"Call in an emergency, stay safe, don't get arrested unless I wanna spend my time 'cause we can't pay bail," I nod and she gives me a hug on her way out the door.

"Love you!"

I eat the plate of eggs and bacon Mom left me before washing the dishes, grabbing my bag for school, and heading out. Walking down the street is peaceful. There are almost no cars until I get closer to the school so I don't have to worry too much about that. Once I get to school I go find Ash and we go to class together. "What do you think of this?" He slides his phone on the table so I can see the picture he has pulled up. It's a shiny black motorcycle with a matte black helmet on the handlebars.

"It looks cool, why?" I shrug, giving his phone back.

"I'm trying to talk my parents into letting me get it for when I get my license. Need your opinion on it first since you're the judge of my coolness."

"Well, if you get that, you'll be at least ten percent cooler than you are now."

"Understood," he salutes me as the bell rings and I roll my eyes.

"Okay, who would win in a fight? Hayley Kiyoko or Katy Perry?" I turn to Ash once we've finished the assignment.

"Oh, Hayley no question," he makes it sound obvious.

"Wise decision," I nod.

"What would you have done if I said, Katy Perry?" He looks curiously at me.

"I would've told you that you're dumb." Nothing against Katy but Hayley would kick her ass in a second flat.

"Okay, Haley Kiyoko or Dua Lipa? Who would win?" He challenges.

"Why would you make me choose between them?" I groan.

"Because I like torturing you," he grins at my pain.

"Miss. Clark and Mr. Green, shush," Mrs. Crock orders.

"Sorry," Ash chuckles as I hold in my laughs. This woman would get mad about a pin dropping. We keep talking quietly until the bell rings and we pack up to go. "Do you still have that pack of Coke I got you?"

"Yeah, and you're not getting any."

"Damn, that's harsh."

"You're still in the doghouse about the whole not answering thing, and you gave me those as a peace offering so they're mine."

"Alright, got it," he puts his hands up in surrender as we part ways for our next classes. I take a Coke from my locker to bring to my second hour and the next two hours pass pretty fast.