H.O.P.E {Completed}

Chapter 6: Aww, is the princess sad?

I woke up to the noise of my brother calling my name over and over.

"What do you want?" I groaned throwing a pillow at him.

"It's Monday, we have school," he said. I sat up and got off the bed walking toward my clothes while Will started to make breakfast. I changed into a black long sleeve shirt and ripped black jeans. I sat on one of the stools while Will sat next to me and we both started to eat our donuts.

"Can we go fighting today?" I asked and I felt Will tense next to me. "Are you okay?"

"We're never going fighting," he said and I suddenly remembered. I was honestly hoping it was all a bad dream until I realised I'm living a bad dream. A dream you can never wake up from.

"Uh, yeah, we shouldn't go," I muttered more to myself than Will.

MOO

At school, I always seem to have bubbly attitude and a smile on my face but not today. I walked to school holding a depressed look and most of the guys looked at me in a weird way. Some of the girls tried to ask me if I was okay but I just muttered I'm fine to them and walked away. I needed to see Liliana. I walked toward my locker and got the books I needed for art.

"Naomi, Naomi, Naomi," I heard Mark say my name over and over again.

"What do you want Joseph?" I sneered.

"Why are you so sad?" He asked frowning. "Did your daddy not buy you a purse that you wanted?"

HAHA, jokes on you I don't even have a daddy.

"Stop," I mumbled. People began to gather around us now.

"Come on, admit that you get whatever you want," he said. "Everyone in the school knows that you're spoiled."

Some people snickered at that.

"Stop!" I yelled but he didn't stop.

"Aw, is the princess sad?" He asked in a baby voice. "Dylan was right, you are a spoiled brat."

"Fucking stop!" I screamed at him making everyone go quiet, looking at me with wide eyes. "You don't know my life story so don't say anything about it!"

People like him made me sick. How much of a dick do you have to be to say things like that?

"Well then tell us your life story." He suggested making everyone nod.

"Why would I tell you my life story?" I asked letting out a dry chuckle. "Why would I tell my life story to a heartless animal?"

He looked at me with shock written all over his face while I smirked.

"I'm not an animal," he growled, exactly proving my point. Cute.

"Oh, but you are," I told him.

"Burn," I heard someone say but I just ignored it.

"Don't judge someone you hardly know Johnson," he sneered.

"Then how come you can judge someone you hardly know Joseph?" I asked smirking as he sighed.

"Just tell me what happened, will you?"

"Never," I said and turned around walking toward art class.

"Naomi!" I heard Liliana call my name so I turned my attention to her.

"Hey," I greeted her.

"Are you okay?" She asked and I shook my head, knowing she was referring to the argument Mark and I had. "What's going on Naomi?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" I asked and she nodded. "I have cancer... leukemia."

She laughed. "Funny, now tell me what happened."

I just looked at her.

"You're kidding right?" She asked and I shook my head as the tears started to make their way down my face. She shook her head and lead me to the bathroom. I didn't care if I missed the first period, my life was way more important to me. I walked inside the girls' toilets and sat on a bench. "When did you find out?"

"Saturday," I muttered wiping the tears that escaped my eyes. For some reason, something came over me telling me that I should tell her about my life. I trusted her. I'd been lying to everyone for so long it felt like I was living a lie. "I have to tell you something."

"Shoot," she whispered wiping her tears.

"I haven't been completely honest with you," I started. "My life is nothing like what I've told you about." My voice started to break. "I don't have a house to live in."

"What?" she asked.

"Come," I told her standing up and throwing my bag over my shoulder. I don't care if I broke the rules or if I ditched school, this was important. We both walked out of school and toward my place.

"Did you bring your car?"

She nodded.

I gave her directions to my place and we arrived there in about thirty minutes. I got out of the car and she followed me. We didn't have a door so I just walked in and went up the stairs while Lili followed me inside.

"Is this where you live?" she asked and I nodded giving her a sad smile. "How do you pay the school fees?"

"William and I both have after school jobs," I told her. "He works at Walmart while I babysit but I used to go fighting as well."

"Woah, isn't fighting kind of intense... and illegal?" she asked and I shrugged. "What about your parents?"

"I've never met them before," I muttered as she looked at me with pity visible in her eyes. "Will only lived with them for a few months but then they died and he doesn't remember much,"

"I'm so sorry Naomi," she whispered.

"Don't be, it isn't your fault," I told her.

"You guys don't deserve this," she muttered more to herself than me. Suddenly she looked at me with a huge smile and her eyes sparkled. "My family's kind of rich and we have a few houses here and there, if I talk to them, we might be able to give you and Will one of the houses."

Hope, was something that I didn't believe in for the longest time. I can't just hope for things. Everything I have I worked my ass off for. But when she said that, I became a tiny bit hopeful. Suddenly, that tiny bit of hope died. I couldn't take that offer. It was too much. I couldn't just take a house someone lends me.

"No Lili, that's too much," I told her voicing my thoughts.

"Come on Naomi," she said impatiently. "You guys deserve something better than this."

"I can't take one of your houses, that's just too much."

She sighed in defeat.

"Do you know how many people are happy because of you?" She asked. "For example Georgia Logan, her dad died and she was depressed but you were the one that made her happy again, you deserve so much more, and so does William."

"No Liliana," I said sternly. "The offer that you gave me is just too much."

"Okay," she muttered, defeated.