One More Try (Hayes Grier)

History

History.

We all have our own and then we also have to live in the one that others have done.  Wars, immigration, and all of that is all things that our ancestors have put us into.  This teacher was kind of interesting in the fact that he started his lesson by just writing a simple word on the Smart Board.

History.

We had separated into groups based off of half of us writing our names and putting them into a cup and the other half of the class picking the names out of said cup.  It was only me and this other girl Callie who haven't had our names drawn yet and the kid who sat in front of Hayes drew Callie's name and I rolled my eyes and put my head on my desk.

I will say that despite the fact that my partner sucked, this assignment actually sounded kind of fun.  We had to take a picture or video of our partner that represents their history and then present it to the class.  There were a million of ideas running through my mind as far as what I should do and they all involved Hayes holding up a sign saying he was a cheater or apologizing.

We got dismissed and Hayes walked up to me and started to walk with me to my next class.

"So now can we talk," he asked.

"Just meet me by my car after school and we can get this done and over with.  Try to not portray me as too bad of a person though, alright?" I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep my eyes from looking at him or smiling.

"I already know what I'm going to do but it's a video, if that's alright with you," he asked reaching for my hand.

I moved my hand to push my hair out of my eyes and then nodded and walked into my classroom and took my seat in the middle.  It was English, which was nice because it was usually always interpretive as long as there was a reason. 

The teacher discussed how we would pretty much never have class because we'd have to make our own reading list of books by an author and read all of them and do reports and check in with her.  She was pretty chill, so I had a feeling this might be my favorite class.  After class ended, I claimed Nicholas Sparks as my author and then told her the five books I would be reading: The Last Song, Dear John, Safe Haven, The Lucky One, and Best of Me.  I have already read them all, so it would be a pretty easy project for me.

My next couple of classes were study halls and then after lunch, I had Pre-Calc and then ended my day with a Photography/Videography class. 

Pre-Calc was pretty simple, especially since Math was always one of my stronger subjects.  As for my Photography/Videography class, I apparently shared it with Hayes and we got paired up.  Basically, we had one huge videography project: make a YouTube series of whatever we wanted that had to be edited.  As for Photography, we had to document our partner and tell their story through photos.  Best part: our photography and videography could even be the same thing as long as we made our YouTube videos based on what's going on with us in our lives and figure out who the other person is. 

When we were dismissed, Hayes followed me to my locker and then offered to help carry my books so I just told him he could after he practically begged me for what felt like the hundredth time.  He followed me to my car and just kind of stood there. 

"Marley, I'm sorry," Hayes said.

That's when I looked him in the eyes and felt mine start to fill with tears.  "Why did you make out with her," I asked him, forcing myself not to cry.

"I did it for you.  She told me that she had pictures of you and me from last summer when we went to  Nash's party when we were drinking," Hayes said and I gave him a look because there were other things that happened that night that my parents would kill me if they ever found out about.  "She threatened to show the pictures to your parents if I didn't make out with her.  I told her that I couldn't do that to you and then she started walking away waving the pictures.  I panicked and told her she had to burn the pictures in the fire so I went where I thought that nobody would see and quickly kissed her and was pulling away when you walked over and had her burn the pictures before I went to go and find you," he finished.

By then, I was crying and Hayes had pulled me in so that nobody would have to see that I was crying.  I mumbled into his shirt, "how do I know that you're not lying," and then quickly wiped any tear-ruined makeup off my face.

"Because Marley, I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you, and you know that," he said wiping one of the tears that I missed with his thumb.  "Please, give me a second chance," he asked before hugging me and kissing the top of my head.

AN: that's the end of the second chapter, I'm really looking forward to writing the next chapter for you guys and hope you all enjoy ♥️