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— ❝mother callahan.❞
That was the end of the first Fight Club. PJ dismissed everyone and spoke to them that the next time they would see each other would be next week, same time. They were confident they'd have found an advisor by then.
Girls slowly departed from the gymnasium until only two were left. Estelle was packing up some stuff in her bag that stood on the lowest of the bleachers. Hazel approached, her backpack over her shoulder, but her notebook held firmly against her chest.
"Hi, Hazel." She greeted lowly. Estelle swung her bag over her shoulder.
"Hi," She greeted back. She was shuffling awkwardly on her feet, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. She seemed like she wanted to say something desperately. "Listen, I know you usually go to the library after school, but would you maybe... I don't know, would you like to hang out?"
The mention of the library brought Estelle back to last Friday. And more importantly, to the money she hadn't yet paid back. "Oh, uh—" She started saying.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Hazel was quick to interrupt. "I get declined all the time, it's fine."
"No, that's not it, I—" Estelle choked on her words. She forgot what she wanted to say momentarily, having paid too much attention to Hazel's face in that moment. "I would love to."
Hazel visibly relaxed, her entire demeanor changing for the better. A sparkle lit up in her eyes. She sighed out. "Okay. Cool."
Estelle smiled at her. "Cool. Yours?" She did not want to bring anyone home ever. Jeff and Hazel weren't the best combination, Jeff being her bully.
Hazel nodded along. The two girls picked up Estelle's bike, making their way to Hazel's house. Estelle kept her bike in her hands, walking alongside it. Hazel changed sides because of it. She didn't wish for some stupid bike in between them! Estelle couldn't have been happier with that.
"This is me," Hazel pointed at a giant, white house next to the street. A car stood on the driveway, meaning Hazel's mom was home. Estelle remembered Hazel telling her her dad hadn't been around since the divorce. "One last thing before we enter, my mom— she's a wreck right now, so..."
She opened the door, revealing a big, white entrance, the ceilings high above them. Estelle looked around in amazement, even though it was probably equally as big as her own ( maybe her own was bigger, she wasn't about to count ). Hazel had told her her parents had money, but Estelle never imagined they had money money. Hazel was always so casual about everything, she wasn't like other rich kids.
