|Sparks Fly| A Hawk/Sam Fanfiction

Chapter 42: Not The Guy With The Mohawk

*Eli's P.O.V*

I brushed my hair with precise movements as I looked at myself in the mirror, getting ready to head to school. Another day where I would get constant stares because I'm not the guy with the mohawk anymore. I'm just a guy. A guy who has colored hair. Purple hair.

And people at school know what happened. They know that I've been in pain, I've been beaten up. They know everything.

My hair being the way it is now isn't so bad. But I do miss the mohawk.

Once I approved of my appearance, I left the bathroom and then grabbed my backpack to head to hell for the next eight hours. If I had the choice, I would skip and stay home.

I have a baseball hat in my backpack in case I start to get uncomfortable with people's stares.

"Eli, do you want some breakfast?" I heard my mom ask me as I passed the kitchen.

My mom hasn't headed to work yet. She goes in a few hours so she has time to be here, at the house, in the morning to make breakfast and make sure the house isn't a mess.

"I'll take some of it to go." I said as I walked to the kitchen table.

I grabbed two chocolate chip muffins and then a yogurt. Then I grabbed a bottle of orange juice.

"I'm going to head to school now." I told my mom.

"Okay, sweetie, have a good day."

"Thanks, mom."

I walked through the front door before closing it and then I walked towards my car. I put my backpack in the passenger's seat before starting the engine and then started driving. I may be a bit early to school but that's alright. That gives me the chance to find Sam and spend some time with her before we have to go to home room.

I ate one of the chocolate chip muffins on the way to the school and I have to say, it was delicious. I always enjoyed muffins.

I made it to school in no time and I parked my car in the parking lot.

Now is the time to brace myself because people are going to be looking at me. They haven't stopped since Monday. And today is Wednesday. I know I don't have a mohawk anymore but that doesn't mean I have to get everyone at the school giving me looks. I still have purple hair. So why are the other students silently judging me?

I left my car and held on tight to the strap of my backpack. I entered the school after having school security check through it and if you really wanna know, I'm already getting stares from people.

Instantly started to feel insecure and I grabbed my hat from my backpack before putting it on my head. I had it on my head backwards so that it's a bit easier and I didn't have part of it in my face.

Even with the hat on, people will continue to stare and whisper but I somewhat feel protected.

"Hey, man, are you alright?" I heard someone say to me.

I looked to the side and saw Miguel. He had a tight grip on his own backpack and he seemed to have a look of concern on his face.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I answered. "I'm just tired of all the staring."

"I'm sorry that it's happening."

"Apparently me not having my mohawk is bigger news than whatever is going on around this school. But it's not like I got a buzzcut. I still have purple hair. My hair just isn't as long as before. I don't see the big deal in people giving me looks and then whispering to each other as if I don't notice."

I started to walk down the hallway and I heard footsteps behind me which means that Miguel is following me.

"You're Hawk though.." He said, "You don't care what people think."