Stubborn Love

Part 4

Part 4

I had to go on an early shift today for work. Money has been very tight lately, and I can't have Jocelyn doing everything for me and Clyde. It's almost embarrassing having your own mother taking care of you and you're own child. Every time I drive around Port Angeles, I can't help but have memories take over my mind. Even though Port Angeles is small it holds so much for me.

*Four years ago*

I'm speeding down the hallways to make it to second period. I skipped first with Cora and it was rough just to get back inside the school. Let's just say climbing into the girls bathroom isn't the best. I stop at my locker and grab my math textbook for third period. I have thirty seconds to make it to Advance Art.

I run pass a sharp corner, my face bumps into a chest as my math book falls on their feet.

"Ugh!" I groan, "Sorry," I grumble. I crouch down to get my book and stand up. I see that same asshole who was at that party.

"Well," a smirk forms across his lips.

"Dear god," I say under my lips.

"Where are you going?"

"Doesn't matter to you," I walk pass him. The bell chimes as I begin to speed walk down the hallway. I walk in the art room and sneak to my table. Luckily, Advance Art isn't so formal about grades. All you have to do is come in, and work on your project, and finish it when the teacher assigns the due date. The over all goal is ten projects for ten months of the school year, every one has to be conceptual.

I pull up the canvas, and stare at the blank work. What's exciting about September? A soft breath breathes behind me, I turn around seeing my art teacher.

"Miss Roy," I stand up from my stool.

"You're silent today."

"Just trying to figure out another conceptual thought."

"Hmm, well, maybe you're already thinking of something you're not seeing." She pats my shoulder and walks away to the next table. I scratch the back of my head. What am I not seeing?

After fifty-five minutes, I drew a sketch of four pairs of eyes, that's it. I get to my math class, and spot Cora talking to some girl. I sit in my desk, pulling out my notebook as my ears drop into her conversation.

"Does it look like I give a shit?" Cora says.

"I bet you don't, you slut!"

"Whatever barbie, choke on this, like I choked on your boyfriend's cock!" Cora flips the girl off. The girl stands up and slaps Cora across the face as everyone in the class gasps. Cora stands up and grabs the girl hair and shoves her on the ground.

"Cora!" I try to pull her back as the girl's friend slaps me. I let Cora go, attacking the other girl.

"Ladies! Break it up!"

The math teacher, Mr. Walker, breaks us up as Cora fixes her hair, and fixes mine.

"Office, now!" he yells.

Cora scoffs and wraps her arm around my shoulder and we both walk out.

"What the hell, Cora? Do you know how much shit my mom is going to give me?"

"Hazel, calm down, I will tell your mom that everything was my fault."

"But..."

"Come on."