The Fault In Our Stars (fanfic version)

Anti-social

"C'mon Hazel it's only for an hour" my mom naggs while chopping peppers at a considerably dangerous pace. I roll my eyes, she clearly dosen't understand where I'm going with this. I feel irritation rising as a say, "
It's not just about how long it is mom, it's the monotone, the people, the stupid guitar, it's everything!". I see my mom wince at my tone and I immediately feel a strong pang in my chest. I hate making my mom upset, I've already made her upset enough these past couple years. I take a staggered breath and speak calmly, " I'm sorry mom I didn't mean to sound so harsh, it's just you know I don't like having all the attention on me." She smiles and says, " oh do I know that." A small giggle appears and I immediately feel the weight being lifted from my shoulders, thank god... I escaped this one. It's not that I didn't like the support group. I hated it. We all gathered in a stuffy basement while telling our cancerous stories to a guy who was not only a cancer survivor but also living his his parents basement. Great. The only person I have to keep me sane there is my friend Issac. And we don't even talk. Whatever its irritating me just thinking about it. I try to keep a calm nature as I tell my mom I was going to my room, I needed to escape this room before she brings up the stupid support group again. I run up the stairs with my tank and and into my bedroom I go. I quickly fire up my laptop to check some emails. While it's starting up I get a text from my best friend Kat- "hey girl wanna grab a coffee?" I wince. I'm not used to getting invitations to places. I guess you could say that I'm a pretty anti-social person, but as long as it gets me out of the house, I'm down. I quickly text her back- "sure no prob meet me at the grove in 10" I check my inbox quick, as if I was gonna get any emails, anti-social exhibit A. I head to the bathroom to wash up. Now your probably thinking, "Hazel she's your best friend, there's no-one to impress" but your wrong. Kat is probably one of the biggest fashion critiques I know. She always tells me "Hazel please don't take this offensively but you could dress nicer for someone like you..." She hates hurting my feelings. Hell, everyone does. After I finish cleaning up I head downstairs. I see my mom finishing up our dinner as I grab my keys. She looks over with a curious expression. "Heading out?" She asks. Of course. "Ya mom, I'm heading to the grove with Kat, I'll be back later. She looks at me with praise, "of course! I'll see you soon! Call me if you need anything dear! Have fun!"  I knew she couldn't say no. Cancer perk. Total cancer perk. You see, people have a hard time saying no to people like me. Wow that sounded a lot more bitchy then I ment it to be. Sorry. I make it to the grove within 7 minutes. Great. 3 minutes to
mentally prepare myself for what lies ahead. Not that i didn't mind the grove. I minded the people. Anti-social exhibit B. Kat pulls in at the 10 minute mark. Such a perfectionist. "Hey girl" Kat says as she heads out of her car and pulls me in for a hug, while managing to avoid hitting my nose pieces. "Hey" I say hugging back awkwardly. Trying not to notice the guy behind her staring at her ass. Perv. Not that Kat isn't pretty, with her 5'7 height and her dirty blond hair, she could pass for a model anyday. It just gets annoying. "I haven't seen you in forever how have you been? Oh wait don't answer that I have to tell you about the cute guy I met yesterday! Let's go get a table!" God help us all.