Sweetheart- Elizabeth Olsen X Daughter

"Quiet."

⚠️TW: SOME CUSSING ( as quite usual, but I forgot to write it down here). DRUG USING and MENTION.

POV EILEEN

I stand in front of the school secretary's, Mrs. Rachel, table. She writes something down in a piece of paper so I can give it to the teacher and get in while in the middle of the lesson. My right feet bounce up and down as I shift my weight all on my left leg.

"Here you go." She tells me, handing me the small paper, calling me out of my thoughts. Until now, I hadn't noticed me staring at some random thing on the wall. Mrs. Rachel looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, putting on her most judging nosy face, so I smile, letting her know I'm fine, or at least not high.

Taking that authorization in my hands, I start to make my way to the class of the tune. Math. Well, what an unfortunate time to be at school rather than anywhere else.

"Excuse me?" I knock on the door, hearing the dumb ass teacher scowling in annoyance. As he opens the door, I hand him the paper without even looking in his eyes. He chooses not to even look at the authorization, so I put it back in my pocket.

Most of the seats are already taken, making me go to the back of the class, where the tables are pretty much all broken or drawn into. I sigh as the chair holds my body, making me relax a bit once again.

"Pay attention, Ms. Martin." My teacher uttered a complaint, making me roll my eyes and look straight at the board where he's writing on.

As his rough annoying voice bores me, I take a moment to notice all of the movement of the other teens. I can't help but wonder if any of them has ever gone through something as I'm going.

"Eileen Martin." My head instantly turns to my side as I hear someone whisper shout. My eyes meet with some familiar brown-ish eyes, covered by thick layers of dark brown hair, cutted in her usual wolf cut. Claire Jones looks at me with a smirk.

As we do our little eye contact game, she looks down at her hands, making me mirror her movement. I do that only to see a little purple bag.

"Arnett told me you would need it and, well, I can see why." Who the fuck is Arnett? Apparently, she read my thoughts because she chuckles and answers me. "Spencer Arnett." She spills, letting me remember the name. Well, shit. My lips slightly parted, motioning to speak something to defend myself, but I don't manage to make anything go out of my mouth.

"W-what do you mean?" I ask her, placing between her and the purple bag. My heart beated hard with the thought of what could be in there. Claire passed me the bag, not without staring right onto my soul, making me remember the old times. It's not that old, though.

"Just open the damn bag." She demanded with a harsh tone, shooking her head at me.

I grab the little purple bag, looking at my teacher only to check if he's paying attention to me. Luckily, he's not. As I unzip the bag, I can see a bit of what's inside it, noticing that I keep holding my breath as I look at it.

"Don't be shy. It's cool. I won't tell anyone." She laughs. "Maybe we can even have a smoke together anytime soon." The brown haired girl grins at me.

"Ms. Jones. Pay attention to the class!" The old man shouted from the front of the room.

We both look at each other discreetly before paying attention in the rest of the lesson.

The class is about to end, so everyone has their eyes on their phones, making the old hag that us our teacher more annoyed. When there's only one more minute left, I hear my phones low notification.

What do you think about the old campus lot in 10 min?

I swallow hard, liking my bottom lip on a slight sign of nervousness. I can't help but notice my body begging me to be numb once again. On the other hand, my minds tells me the opposite.

The loud sound of the ring invades my thoughts. Everyone starts to make their way our of the room, leaving me here by myself, or as I thought

"Come on. You didn't even give hum the authorization. No one will even know that you didn't get here after our quick break." Claire's voice gets to me again, glancing at me from the edge of the door. A hand is placed on her shoulder, showing of to be the guy who met that day. Spencer Arnett.

I take the authorization paper in my hands, staring at it as I make my decision.

"Let's go." I mumble, following them to the said place. My heart sinks with my decision, but every cell in my body tells me to keep going, even the ones that were let on the edges of tha goddamn sharp sink edge.

The cuts on my palm seem to sting only to remind me of how fucked up on life I am. Walking through the old campus, I only hear my heart beating against my chest, also reminding me how lonely I am. I want to forget it all. I wish that was not the solution, but I feel like it's my only option.

"Don't be such a pussy. Light that up for us." They challenged me, passing the lighter to me.

As the flame took over the bit of the rolled paper, my mind started to feel cloudy. Quiet. Nothing of what happened these last few days seem to take much effect on me. They are still there, of course, but is like they got anesthetized.

A/n
Well, someone is heading to the wrong place...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Let me know your thoughts about the story.
Again, I'm not sure how I feel about how my writing has been, so let me know if you think I can get anything better.

Not proofread.