Raising Haze

Chapter Seven

(Hazelyne's POV)

As soon as we got to school, he took the brownies and held them with one arm, while grabbing my hand. I had nothing against it. He probably just meant it as a 'best friend' gesture. Which I was still alright with. Everyone looked at us though. Some looks with happiness, some with disgust. I don't understand why? I was well liked. I don't know about him, but I really didn't care. I was fine with being friends with someone who isn't 'popular.'  It was my choice who I was friends with, no one else's. 

He walked me all the way up to my locker, put down the brownies, and gave me a long hug. It was cute. He picked the brownies back up and started walking away.

"I'm going to assume you're taking them to class?" I called down the hall.

"Yes!" He called back. I smiled, grabbed my book, and headed to pre-algebra.

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Today is boring as hell. Once again, we really didn't do much. It was now time for art class, and thankfully, I knew where the door was this time. I walked in thirty seconds early, but once again, every starred at me. I walked shamelessly to my table, and sort of listened on whatever conversation mentioned my name.

"Do you think she's dating Derrek?"

"Let's hope not! She's too pretty for him."

"She's too good for him."

"She can do so much better."

"He's going to turn her into an emo fag like him. Sucks too. I wanted to tap that." That's where I drew the line, and I exploded.

"Listen, you could keep talking behind my back about my friend and I, but lets make one thing clear. I'm a good and nice person, until you talk badly about someone I care about. Derrek is not an 'emo fag.' He's a great guy, who makes some pretty bomb brownies. And to you Mr. Sir who said 'I wanted to tap that,' you're in seventh fucking grade! Excuse my language, but should you even be thinking about that? You wouldn't of succeeded anyway as you are NOT my type. You seem like the kind of guy who's only into sports and girls. There's more to life than that. So if you're going to say something about Derrek or I, please say it to our faces instead of being immature and talking behind our backs. Thanks." I turned back around and the teacher was standing right there. Oops.

"Please choose your word selection more wisely next time, please." That was all he said before starting the lesson. Shocking. 

Todays lesson was easy though. We just had to draw a person as realisticly as we could. I'm a pretty good artist, so I did alright. I sort of let my hand take over, not thinking about it, and I ended up drawing a young girl with long, black hair, lip piercings, a band shirt, and skinny jeans with her hand on her belly. It turned out well. I don't know what possesed me to draw it, but I wasn't dissapointed. The bell rang, and I gathered my items to go on to my next class.

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The next four periods dragged on, but eventually, eighth period came along, and I was thrilled. I practically sprinted to the classroom, but of course, someone had to stop me. It wasn't who I wanted it to be.

"Kaden, I HAVE to get to class on time!" I practically shouted at him. He looked sad, and I automatically felt bad.

"I'm sorry. I need advice."

"Make it quick."

"Staycie flipped on me for talking to my sister on the phone. I guess she didn't know who it was, but she heard Kaylee's voice and completely flipped out on me. I can't take it. She's jealous and getting way over obsessive. Help me. Please." He looked like he was about to cry. Seriously, Kaden. I love this boy to pieces, but he gets on my nerves. He's a big boy. He can make choices for himself.

"What's your heart tell you to do?"

"End it."

"Then do it. It'll hurt you and her, but it's probably what's best for both of you." With that, I ran off. I didn't want to argue with him. It was pointless.

I got to class on time though, and sitting at my station was Derrek with our brownies. I smiled and sat next to him. He took my hand under the table. I smiled, and Mrs. Whatever started talking. I still didn't know this lady's name.

"Alright, I'm going to come around with this paper with your names on it, taste your brownies, grade them and tell you what you got. Simple enough?" Slight pause, "Good." 

Derrek and I were in the back. We were last, so we just sort of talked.

"I heard about what you did in art today. Thanks." He smiled. I loved his smile. 

"Just being a good person. You don't deserve that. No one does. I felt I should at least stand up for my best friend." I flashed a smile, and he leaned in a little bit. Wait, we're in class. What? I couldn't pull away though. Next thing I know, a clipbaord it dropped on our table thing. We snapped out of our trance and looked up at the angry teacher lady.

"Open your brownies please?" She seemed annoyed. I took the plastic covering off the brownies, and she tasted one. Her expression went from I-Hate-The-World to Life-Is-Beautiful.

"These are fantastic." She wrote something on the paper and went back to the front of the room. 

Derrek and I looked at each other and smiled, knowing we had a good grade. Our baking skills were superior. 

"Alright. I'm going to announce your grades, because I don't feel like going around again. Alice and Jenny, you got a D. Lane and Beau, you got a C+..." She went on and on. I didn't care aboout anyone else. There wasn't anything over a B- though. Then, I heard Derrek's name.

"Derrek and Hazelyne, you got an A. Congrats, best grade in the class. Keep it up." I looked at my partner and hugged him. everyone looked back at us, and seemed very upset.

"Oh chill. It's not our fault we make a great team." Derrek spoke up. Everyone turned around but one girl. She just glarred at Derrek. He shrugged it off and we talked until Mrs. Teacher Lady posted the new assignment.

She did ten minutes before the bell rang.

8/2- Same thing as the brownies, but this time with parm. chicken. Bring it Monday. Simple. I guess she's lazy today.

"My house." I said. He nodded, and we went back to talking about, well, everything. Eventually, the bell rang. 

"Oh! Can I call my mom?" I asked. He handed me his phone with no hesitation. I dialed her number and asked if Derrek could stay through the weekend, because, well, why not. She was fine with it. He looked at me and smiled some more. He called his mom and she was cool with it. She would just drop by my house and bring him clothes so he didn't have to wear my skinny jeans again. Not going to lie though, they looked pretty damn good on him.

"What?" He said.

"Did I say that out loud?" I asked. He nodded, I blushed, and he pulled me in for a hug. Then, my mom showed up.

We got into the car, and drove home. I knew this was going to be a good day. I can't wait for the ones to come.