I feel like I've written way to much Percabeth. (Is it possible to do that though?) So... FRAZEL time!!!! This is gonna be Ama-ZHANG!!!
An essay due Friday, a history test on WW2 in the Far East tomorrow, a piece for band I have to memorize for Thursday, a math booklet due tomorrow, and a French paper on 'Something You Find Interesting about Paris France'. This is my homework for the week. The sad thing is, my teachers are being pretty laid back this week. I sigh and roll my eyes, opening my history book on my desk to study. The Battle of Midway happened June 4 1942. June 4 1942. Midway. Battle of Midway 1942 June 4.
I turn the page and read a bit about Pearl Harbour (December 7 1941). Then I close my eyes and ask myself when the Battle of Midway was. June 4 19-
"Jamie Rosewood. Jamie Rosewood. Please report to the main office. Jamie Rosewood." An announcement blares through my thoughts. It takes me a moment to realize that it's calling me. "Oh shoot." ( I'm working on not swearing.) I pack up my stuff and quietly leave homeroom.
I quickly dump my history book in my locker and walk speedily to the office. I don't think I've done anything wrong. I hope I haven't done anything wrong.
Shiiii-z.
Don't swear, Jamie. Don't swear.
I shake my head and walk into the office. Standing there is my English teacher, Mrs. Culver from last term.
"Hello, Mrs. Culver," I say politely. She smiles.
"Look, Jamie. I'm so sorry I had to call you down to my office today in such an unconventional manner, but you are by far the brightest student in my class this year and since I don't have you this term I haven't been able to talk to you." I blush at her compliment and then ask,
"What did you need to talk to me about?"
"I'd like you to tutor one of my newer students. She's dyslexic but I can't help but think you two would get along nicely. Her name is Hazel. She's a junior and all you'd have to do is help her with her reading and spelling. Would you like the job?"
I really don't want to tutor someone. Especially if she's dyslexic. Do you know how hard it'd be?
"You will receive extra credit."
Could always use that. So I nod and say, "Sure."
"It's settled then. I'll call you both down to my room tomorrow so you can meet her." I smile as she walks quickly out of the office. I turn to follow her.
"Joyness," I mumble. Wasn't this going to be fun?
•••••••••••A Month Later••••••••••
I take back everything I said about Hazel Levesque. Whether aloud or in my head. She's the perfect best friend. She's smart - even with the dyslexia - and is kind and caring. She doesn't really understand technology too much, which is fine cause I hate it more than ants crawling around in my pants. She prefers books, which is slightly problematic, but she's also a really quick learner and she'll only stumble once or twice when running through a paragraph now. Usually over the weird huge words that I mess up too. Like cantankerous. What does that even mean?
She's been coming over to my house every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and the occasional Saturday so I can tutor her. We don't really get too much work done. Who would? Today's Friday, so she's over again. The sun's already set and my Mom has this thing about people walking home alone in the dark, even if they're 17. And Hazel doesn't have a car so...
"Hazel, I can drive you home," I offer. "Or you could just spend the night?" I ask hopefully.
"Sorry, but I can't. I'm packing for camp tonight since I'm there all summer and I'm leaving next week," she admits.
"Oh," I say, trying not to sound to disappointed.
"Hey, will still keep in touch," says Hazel.
"How? You don't have a phone," I point out.
"Letters?" That's Hazel for you. Good old fashioned Hazel Levesque.
"Sure." I grin.
"And don't worry about the ride. My boyfriend's picking me up."
Wait... "Since when did you get a boyfriend?" I ask.
"Last summer."
"You've been dating for a year and never told me? I'm like your best friend at school! How have you not told me?"
"I would have told you," she protests. "Eventually."
I narrow my eyes at her. "Will I get to meet him? Only the best for my Hazel you know."
She giggles sweetly. "Of course! His name is Frank, by the way. And don't worry. He's like half panda bear or something." She giggles again as if sharing some inside joke with herself.
I raise an eyebrow. He seems okay. But I got to know.
Ding-dong
"That'd be him," says Hazel.
I scream, "I got it!" and sprint to the front door. A muscular hunk is standing outside. Geez, if this is Hazel's boyfriend...
"Hi, I'm Frank. Hazel's boyfriend." He blushes with the last statement as if pleased. I'm seeing how he got paired up with Hazel now. I grin a little. Again, he seems okay, but I have to know.
I must have taken to long to reply because he scratches the back of his neck and says, "Hazel is here, right? I didn't botch up the house numbers, right? Oh gods. I'm-
I cut him off. "Of course Hazel's here. I'm Jamie by the way. Friend of Hazel's. Come on in. I'll get her."
He blushes again and mutters a quick "thank you". Then as he comes in, he stumbles slightly on the door frame.
I'm liking him more and more.
By this time Hazel's in the front hall and Frank smiles and blushes even more as he stares at her. Geez, this guys were adorable together. I'm going to cry. It's going to happen. They are just to cute for words.
Without a word, Frank leads Hazel outside to his car parked out front. At the last second Hazel turns around and yells, "Bye, Jamie!" They both turn and wave. As they get into the car, Frank leans over to kiss Hazel on the forehead. Without moving from the doorway I can see her deep blush. They drive away slowly. When they turn a corner I sink against the doorway, dying if all the feels. "Frazel, Frazel, Frazel, Frazel..."
So that's my first Fazel chapter. Hopefully I'll be getting in some Soangelo and Jiper/Jasper chapters soon. Percabeth is going to dominate this book because they are my OTP. But I do try and squeeze in other random stuff and different ships. Enjoy your life. (Vote/comment)
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