Chances • Yogscast Book 2 ✔

CH 7 - Jake

CH 7 – Jake

Somehow and apparently... I did not get a detention of what happened in the canteen?! There were no punishments; no telling off or anyone telling the teacher?! Luckily Paige was fine and did not die because her hair was a total wreck and looked as if it was Medusa.

"She already looks like Medusa..." Piper whispered it as I had this conversation with Georgie and her in our last lesson: Art. We were telling each other stories about our day.

And the subject turned from news into Fanfiction. For the start, Piper spoke how she found a new website called Wattpad; where people can write about anything they want from fiction to just rants and stuff. It was amusing to tell to each other, but it was a good idea to mention it Ellie about her writing. Maybe I should introduce it to her? I thought in my head as I stuck the piece of paper on my sketchbook. I took my time to finish right before the bell went off for the end of school. In moments, all of us walked out one by one until it was the three of us left making our projects.

Piper and Georgie were starting to pack up as I was just finishing one half of the page.

"Aren't you coming?" Georgie asked as I saw her tuck her stool in. I shook my head and looked at them.

"I can't," I spoke – now remembering how Kim was going to pick me up. So, I lied and replied. "My Dad asked his friend to pick me up today; means I can't go."

"Oh, okay:" Piper frowned slightly, but reassuringly answered, "Maybe tomorrow then."

Nodding my head, I waved right before they left. "Yeah... okay bye."

The teacher exited right after them. I was alone then. Sighing deeply, I stared back down at the colours and started writing instead of drawing. Then emotion controlled me.

There I started writing the words of what was not intended.

Loser...

Freak...

Weak...

Untalented...

Anger issued...

Why was I even doing? No tears came down my pale face, though I felt my hands go sweaty. Until now, I realised that I have been clenching my drawing pen for so long and tight. It was the verge of my blood circulation stop; right after then. Taking a deep breath, I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Why am I even doing this?" I uttered to myself.

"You should know," A voice echoed. And I looked up and around to spot where it came from. It took me seconds to find the voice: standing in the doorway – leaning against the frame. His eyes looked to mine and his mouth peeled into a smirk.

I raised an eyebrow, confused yet a bit annoyed why the hall he was even there. Then I asked rudely, "Know what exactly?"

"Know why you're angrily scribbling words on a beautiful masterpiece." He flicked his chin up; his blonde quiff bouncing simultaneously.

"Okay..." I slowly replied awkwardly, looking back down and started flicking to a new page. A spear of sadness went through me right after what I did to my piece. However, it was sh*t anyways. Seconds later, I recapped on my page and drew little flowers as a crown. Footsteps came closer until I heard a stool getting pulled.

I then looked up again to see him, opposite of me.

"Why are you still here?" I asked quite p*ssed. And he smiled.