H.O.P.E {Completed}

Chapter 2: I-I'm Tired Of Living Like This...

Naomi's pov

How did he even think I'm a spoiled brat? Was he actually that stupid?

"How is it not true?" He asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You don't know my fucking life story so don't judge me," I hissed glaring at him. He had a shocked look on his face for a second but then cover it up with a smirk.

"Then tell me your life story so that I don't judge you," he dared say.

"No thank you," I replied. I put on that same fake sickly sweet smile and bubbly attitude and started to ask him about the project. "So what were you thinking about doing for the project?"

He sighed and started to tell me what we should do for the project. He said that we should mix our feelings. Like draw him on one side of the page and me on the other side, and somehow mix the colors of our feelings. It sounded kind of stupid but I had no clue what to do so I agreed. I stood up and walked toward the teacher's desk.

"Oh, Miss. Johnson, what do you need for the project?" She asked sweetly.

"Can I please have an A3 piece of paper?" I asked and she handed it to me. "Thank you,"

I walked back toward my desk and sat down next to Dylan. I put the paper on the table and was about to draw when Dylan interrupted me.

"For the portraits, we should draw each other since that would be easier," he suggested and I nodded. I looked over at him noticing every detail and then started to draw him. He did the same.

MOO

I was finished drawing him and it actually looked really good.

"Done," I heard Dylan mutter so I looked over at his drawing and it looked really, really good. It looked exactly like me. I never thought that he would be so good at drawing. The strokes of his pencil were perfect. The drawing was of me looking forward while my hair was flowing from the wind.

"Earth to Naomi," I heard Dylan say waving a hand in front my face making me snap out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I asked looking at him.

"Do you like the drawing?" He asked.

"It's amazing," I breathed looking back at it.

"Yours isn't too bad either." He smiled. Wow, didn't know it did that.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"We should start coloring it and mixing the colors," he instructed as he took a few colored pencils.

MOO

It was lunch now and I was walking toward the cafeteria. I looked around for Will and I saw him waving at me. I smiled and walked toward him.

"Ello Luv," I said as I sat in front of it.

"The hell is wrong with you?" he said making me chuckle.

"Did you like the drawing Dylan and I did?" I asked.

"I loved it, how do you draw so well?" He asked impressed as I just shrugged. Suddenly the argument Dylan and I had came back to my mind. I didn't know why, though. How could he judge someone like that? I frowned.

"Because a spoiled brat that gets everything she wants because of her daddy's money will not understand the things that I've had to go through!" He snapped raising his voice a little.

His words repeated through my head like a record stuck on repeat.

"Naomi?" I heard Will say. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I whispered still frowning. "I just have to use the... um, bathroom."

I got up and walked outside of the cafeteria. Instead of walking toward the toilets, I walked toward my locker. I opened the locker and got a book I borrowed from the library. Just when I was about to go to the library and read, the bell went. I groaned and walked back toward my locker putting the book back. Everyone rushed out of the cafeteria and toward the next classes. I walked toward my last period, Math.

Math has and will always be my favorite subject. I just understand it well. I pushed open the doors and walked in. I picked the seat at the back of the class next to the window and sat down. I plugged my headphones in and listened to music.

Zoning out, I let the song take over me and let me relax.

The headphones were tugged out of my ear and I looked up and saw the teacher frowning at me.

"Miss. Johnson, pay attention to class," Mr. Ash said.

"Sorry," I mumbled feeling my cheeks heat up and taking out my headphones. He turned around and kept on teaching his class.

MOO

Finally, school had ended. I was never a big fan of school, but I will admit, I would have no social life if it weren't for school.

Will cleared his throat. "So, how was your day?"

"Fine, I guess," I muttered as he sighed.

"Naomi, what's going on?" He asked. "I'm tired of your bullshit."

I looked at him through my blurred vision. My vision wasn't blurry because I needed glasses, I was already wearing them. My vision was blurry because of the tears. Will saw what was going on so he stopped and hugged me while I hugged him back crying on his shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay," he whispered but that made me cry even harder. "What's going on Naomi?"

He was serious now, you could hear it in his voice.

"I'm t-tired of living like this," I stuttered. I pulled away and looked at him in the eye. "What did we do to deserve this? Why did mom and dad have to die?"

"Naomi," he mumbled holding me by the shoulders. "You're never like this, what happened?"

He was right, I was never like this. I was always so strong for Will, he was going through enough already, I didn't want to add to it. But why? Why me? Why us? It pained me to go through this shit every day. I woke in hopes of things being different someday, but I don't think that would ever happen.

"Dylan happened!" I yelled. His eyes hardened as he looked at me.

"What is wrong with that guy?" Will muttered. "I'll take care of him tomorrow."

"No!" I yelled. "Don't do anything,"

"Look, Naomi," he said harshly. "Nobody messes with my baby sister."

"Leave it, Will," I mumbled. "For god's sake, leave it!"

He looked taken back by my outburst but instead of saying anything, he just hugged me.

"Don't cry Naomi, please don't cry," he whispered into my hair. "Come on you're going to make me cry."

I chuckled at that. I pulled away from the hug and wiped my eyes. We turned around and continued walking back to our place.