Raising Haze

Chapter Four

(A/N I'm going to start doing what I did in Coming Out. Every other chapter is switching POV [so it's Haze'z-Haze's/Heather's-Heather's. That kind of thing. Just to avoid confusion. Also, SOOO sorry for the late update! A lot of personal things going on.. But, I hope you enjoy this!)

(Hazelyne's POV)

All the classes were boring and uneventful. Hoestly, we didn't really do anything.Except in art. He gave us sketch books and told us to draw one thing that represented our personalities. Most people were simple and drew a smiley face or rainbow, even though we had the whole period to do it. I put in more effort though and drew a fallen angel kind of thing. Why? Because according to my mom and Uncle Ryan, I'm dark and mysterious to those who don't know me, but very sweet and happy once they find out who I am. Other than that though, today sucked.  Hopefully this Home Ec. class will be different. 

Walking through the hallway in a valid attempt to get to class on time, I heard Kaden calling my name. Great.

"Haze!" 

"Yes?"

"I need some advice." He looked serious. Dead serious. Not like he needed some stupid adivce on whether or not to get a chocolate cookie or oatmeal cream pie, but something close to 'life changing.'

"On?" He looked around and grabbed my hand, taking me to an unknown destination. I looked at the clock when we passed it. Two minutes until the bell rang. Seriously Kade?!

Eventually, he led me to a janiter closet. Of course. This is where all serious conversations take place in middle school. That's nice. 

"I think I need to break up with Staycie." He whispered, as if she was listening.

"Kaden, you stopped me from going to class for this? You know you would never do that. You guys have been together for god knows how long, and have been inseperable even before that."

"I know, but I have my eyes on someone else and I don't really feel like she and I are working. She's been very attatched lately, and I don't like it. Even when I complimented you, she flipped on me for it after you left. I don't get it." I rolled my eyes.

"This is middle school. It's not serious. I honestly think you should try to work it out, but I have to get to class. Come over after school, and we'll talk. Or not. I suggest talking to Staycie about it." With that, I walked out of the closet and sprinted to class. Of course the bell rang two minutes before I got there. 

As I walked, well, bursted in, everyone looked at me like I just killed five people and ran away with Charles Manson to perform some Satanic ritual. No one, not even the teacher, said anything. I quickly looked around the room to find an empty station, and all were full and paired up except one. I really didn't really care who I was paired up with. 

After sitting down, the teacher started talking about the class rules. Clean up your mess, no poisioning your partner, put everything back the way it was, etc. It was pretty simple. Then, she handed out the cook-books we will be needing throughout the semester. I skimmed through the first one, and it was simple, but everything looked delicious. This really wasn't Home Economics. It was more or less just a cooking class with a few dishes here and there. Maybe it's cooking this semester and should we take it next semester, it would be house work. That makes more sense.

"Get to know your partners. After all, you'll be testing the food they make before turning it in to me." Mrs., whatever spoke up. I wasn't even here for her name. That's lovely. Anyway, I looked to my right where sir partner man was. Quickly examining him, he looked like he was about fourteen. So, eighth grade. Very well. He had the look of a typical "emo" guy. Without the piercings of course. And he had blonde hair. He was pretty attractive, but I'm not going to make a move. Middle school is not for relationships.

"I'm Derek." He said. He smiled widely, and seemed really nice. I smiled back.

"I'm Hazelyne."

"Interesting name." 

"Yeah, I like it." He smiled at me again. His smile was gorgeous.

Snap out of it Haze! You can't have a crush! Nothing is serious in middle school! Nothing except the grades anyway. 

I grinned back.

"So, maybe we should get to work." He spoke up, looking at the board. There was nothing there. Alright. So, we just sat there and talked, getting to know each other a little better for about half an hour.

He seemed really cool. He was into any kind of music but country, but prefered  Russian metal over anything. He had a big brother and little sister, middle class family but could afford enough to easily live off of. He lives with his mom, and is kind of the ignored middle child. He seems happy with his life though. I can see a friend in the making.

"Class!" Mrs. Whatever balred. Well Jesus. Someone doesn't like teaching today. 

Everyone looked at her, and she simply pointed at the board, and went back to her desk. Looking up, I read the board to find out our homework or something. Did we even have homework in cooking class?

Apprently so.

8/12 Homework: You and your partner pair up after school to make double chocolate brownies TOGETHER. Bring back full pan tomorrow morning before classes begin. This is a group project and will be graded as one.

Sounds good to me.

"So," he began, "you're house or mine?" He smiled at me. Again.

Jesus crumpets. This is going to be a long semester.