As Long As You Love Me | j.d.b (UNDERGOING REVISION)

Chapter {4} : Hangover Lectures

Note: I wrote this April 1st and some of it today. I know, I'm a slacker sometimes when it comes to updates.
  ( this part was written in 2013 and still applies today lol)
Inserted(April 4th, 2014..about nine months after it was originally written.)

Edited: May 27th, 2016
Once again: September 28th, 2016

AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME: CHAPTER FOUR

When I woke up the next morning I realized I really had no reason to panick. My dad already knew I wasn't home yesterday night yet, I acted as if he didn't know and so did he. If he were to be highly upset he would've bardged into my room as if he ran the 'joint' (even though he did). It was strange because, not once this morning did he confront me about last night. Not even while he brushed my dirty brown hair back and kissed my forehead. But, even then I knew he was eventually going to mention it.

    No P.O.V
Thursday Morning
   Vanessa

       Her body felt limp as she walked down the hall, her army boots clacking against the title, her bruised feet throbbing as she did so. Although, she hurt multiple parts of herself last night she didn't let them phase her. She hardly remembered that anything else was wrong besides her feet. Her eyes gazed straight ahead, vision blurred yet, focused. She was determined to get through the day. Her peers avoided her as she stumbled down the hall towards her locker.
As she arrived at her locker she saw a built frame leaning against it. She huffed, her blood-shot eyes glaring at him through her Ray Bands. Vanessa pursed her lips at him and in return he smirked. Within seconds a chuckled soon escaped his chapped lips.

"Move, Ryan." She growled her head pounding as she did so. Ryan moved but, as he did so, no words escaped his mouth. However, the cocky smirk still played on his face. Vanessa stared him down for a second before entering her combination and taking out her sketchbook and a small sack which contained everything she may need throughout the day such as: her extra pair of car keys, money, books, pens, her phone charger, headphones and water. After Vanessa gathered all of her materials for the day she slammed her locker shut and stormed off nonchalantly. As she was walking down the hall, she stuffed her sack and sketchbook into her satchel. Ryan stalked behind her, a smile on his face.

"What did your dad say?" He asked, jumping to conclusions as he adjusted the straps of his book bag. Vanessa huffed and pushed through her peers.

"He didn't say anything." She stated, blankly, making her way towards her first period. Ryan followed closely behind.

"That doesn't sound like him." He chuckled in disbelief. Mr. Raymond was strictly business. He simply didn't play and the fact that the incident from last night wasn't addressed threw Ryan off guard. Vanessa rolled her orbs and entered Mr. Hunt's Art class. Her eyes scanned the smelly old room that reeked of musk and chemicals, looking for an easel to sit in front of. In the back row an empty sear stood beside a familiar guy which happened to be Chaz. Nessa smiled slightly and walked over, leaving Ryan behind. He sighed and shook off the feeling of being abandoned.

"Are you ok?" Chaz questioned, a worried expression playing on his face fore, multiple thoughts ran through his mind during this time. He wondered why she never answered his calls or video chats last night or why she didn't answer her dad's calls or texts like she usually does.

"Lovely." She murmured, dropping her satchel and sitting down. Chaz stared her down as she did so, trying to read her hidden eyes.

"You look numb," He gritted. "Have you been drinking?" He questioned, anger taking over.

Vanessa

            As Chaz blabbered on, my head began to pound and irritation washed over me. His voice growled through my ear buds as he became angry. I huffed, trying to contain myself. Before I knew it my fingertips were rubbing the side of my face. Focusing on staying calm, I answered.

"No...no...yes. I told you I was going out." I huffed, feeling bad for lying. No, matter how much he tended to annoy me at this moment and over all at times, I knew he only cared; he was the one trying to help me with the addiction he caused. Therefore, I couldn't lie to him like I was planning to. His eyes became cold, a dark shade of brown taking over. He clinched his fist, huffing and puffing underneath his breath until Mr. Hunt entered the room, sweat forming on his forehead and a tired expression written on his face. I scoffed slightly, already knowing that he would tell us about every event that he witnessed this morning, just like he did every other morning.

"Sorry I'm late, class. A few students came to school drunk, others high or suffering from a hangover." He stated as he set down his cup of black coffee that he always brought in on Thursday mornings. He also set down his backpack which contained his motorcycle helmet, and student lesson plans along with whatever else he decided to carry around. Afterwards, he took of his motorcycle jacket along with his blazer that he wore under. He laid it on the back of his desk chair neatly, preventing the materials from getting wrinkled or falling down onto the clean floors.

  "I had to knock some sense into your peers, others chose not to listen and got sent home." He continued, walking away from his desk and stuffing his hands into his slacks while eyeing the room. He nodded, waiting for everyone to draw their attention back to him.

"Half of you guys are sixteen and seventeen, some eighteen; it's time for you guys to grow up. You guys fool around on a Wednesday and then come back on a Thursday acting as if nothing happened? That's pathetic and immature. If you're gonna fool around, fool around on a Friday night and then sleep in on a Saturday." He stated, chuckling slightly. Most of my peers started smiling and planning events for Friday after he stated that.

"I was joking." Mr. Hunt said, seriously. In response, my peers soon began to suck their teeth and scoff. All I could really do was smile to myself and shake my head.

"Since you guys are getting older. The real world is approaching you rapidly. These gangs and such you see out here, the drugs and alcohol abuse none of that is an act. It's real and none of my students should ever end up like that. Locked up at the age of seventeen." He paused, sighing in disbelief before stroking his beard. "I don't expect that to happen to anyone of you. I expect more from you. From all of you." He yelled, his face hard as a rock. Right then and there I knew Mr.Hunt had seen this before in his years of teaching and he didn't care to see it again. I gulped slightly and focused on his eyes, waiting for his to meet mine which were still hidden behind my shades. Mr. Hunt's grey eyes never met my brown ones, they just focused on the class as a whole.