Jizzie- savior. (Completed prt1)

Chapter 38

Chapter 36 is at 90 reads the hell?!?

Joel's POV

The lunch bell rang throughout the school and the hall began to flood with people. Me and Lizzie sat in the back corner. Her legs were up on the seat across from me. I noticed the scabby scar left from the incident she didn't tell me about. I didn't want to repeat the conversation we just had so I let it pass.

Lizzies POV

Lauren and Scott came over to us followed by yammy, kiol, Bobby and oli. "Where callum and Jess?" I asked. Lauren said she didn't know if they were out of class yet. I nodded my head, leaning back into Joel. Scrolling through my phone I seen a text send by a private number. "Daddy issues?" With a picture of my dad and I fighting. I threw my phone across the floor. "LIZZIE!" Yammy yelled and went to get my phone. "What was that about?" Oli said sounding confused. I didn't say a word and I began to cry. Not only was Leah being a bitch she gave me my own personal stalker. "Lizzie are you okay?" Jess asked. I hurried my head into Joel's chest. Why would anyone do this? I asked myself over and over again not finding an answer. "Well weirdos?" Leah said. I didn't even need to look up to know it was her. "Joel why do you even hang out with these dorks, your better off with me." She said. I heard Scott repeat the word weirdos in his Scottish accent. "Don't act surprised. Fag." The moment she said the word fag I snapped. That was the last word said to my brother before he took his life. That word is the reason he done what he done. "AREN'T YOU HAPPY? LOOK AROUD. YOU HAVE EVERYONE BACKING YOU UP. JUST STOP WHILE YOUR AHAED. YOU'VE MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL JUST FUCK OFF!" I've never been so angry. I sat back down and continued to scroll through my now smashed phone. "Daddy issues." She walked away. Joel hugged me tight. "Daddy issues?" Yammy repeated. "What's that about?" I sighed. "Nothing." I answered bluntly and left the words lingering in the air. "Liz, can I talk to you for a bit? Alone?" Oli said. I agreed and followed oli outside. "Lizzie, I didn't want to bring this up but, when I was giving you your jumper I was waiting 10 minutes outside your house. I heard you and your, were dad, fighting. I know it's none of my business but I heard something smash. And then your leg. What's going on?" I pulled oli in for a hug. I felt like the weight of the world was off my chest. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for someone to say that." I cried. Oli hugged me back. "It's okay Liz." He whispered in my ear. "I'm always here to talk, about anything Liz. Okay you name it. Look I told Maddie I would have lunch with her. Are you coming back inside?" "Yeah." Oli and I walked inside. As soon as we entered the lunch hall we got a huge cheer. I was confused and sat back down. "What was that about?" Lauren asked. "Oh nothing it's fine just friendly business." I laughed. "It looked a lot more than friendly if you ask me." Joel said in a huff. "What's up with you?" I questioned. Joel had no reason to be angry that I knew of. Joel sighed. "Nothing." He said with an attitude. This got me annoyed. "There's there's no point is saying nothing. There clearly is." I could tell people began to feel uncomfortable with our conversation. "Talk to me outside." I said and began to walk out. "What's the matter with you?" I raise my voice a little to sound more intimidating. "Don't act dumb! This means everything this morning was true aye? I can't believe you!" I took a step back from Joel and looked him in the eye. "Can you even hear yourself right now? You think I'm lying? About what?" Joel let out a sigh. "Look." He said.
"I'm sorry, I just. There's so much going on you don't know what to believe. Honestly Lizzie I am really sorry." He continued.
"Maybe you should believe your girlfriend next time." I crossed my arms and stomped my foot. "Lizzie don't be like that." Joel said and pulled me in for a hug. I couldn't resist and laid my head into his chest. He was warm.
"Come one, we better get to class." He said. We made our way back to our lockers for our bags. "Joel." I said. He looked up at me whilst zipping his bag up. "Yeah?"
"What made you think I was lying?" I asked. I was kinda hugging myself but at the same time pinching my side. Hold myself but also hurting. I've just noticed I do this a lot. I do it all the time I'm class when a teacher asks me a question. It's, weird I guess.
"There's this picture going around and well, it just looks oddly weird." I gave a smirk. "That's the last thing we need right now. More drama." Joel laughed and put his arm around me. "The bells about to go." We walked up the corridor. S.P.H.E was my least favourite subject. Mainly because we had miss voy. She just, she's the guidance counsellor but she's a bitch. You could tell this morning she didn't want to talk to me or Joel. I'm so sick of this school. It's not even Halloween yet. Well Halloween is like a week away.

We walk into our class and pick the two seats at the back. The only think I liked about this class is that you choose where you got to sit. Joel and I would always get the back corner. And then she would move us for talking and being "disruptive." It's not like anyone is actually listening to her. The class room quickly fills up. Miss voy enters the class room and closes the door behind her. "Today we're going to be talking about discrimination..." her words slowly faded as my doodles covered the sound of her. "Lizzie." I looked up to see everyone looking at me. "Eh," I numbered. "What do you think discrimination is?" I took a few minutes to gather an answer. "Treating someone different for there personality?" She nodded at me and I continued doodling. Joel started to pass me notes so we wouldn't get caught for talking.

That class flew by and then I had art. Joel wasn't in my art class but we still walked together. His classroom was right beside mine.

My art teacher was nice. I sat at the back with two girls from my year who I only talk to in art. Grace and eabha. (Ava.) they were both nice. I've never heard them ever cause drama. Which was a good thing. We were doing an art project. In my opinion I didn't really like it. We had to gather information about an artist. I could hardly concentrate. What was gonna happen at break? What about at home? Will my dad actually keep up his food behaviour or go back to being a scumbag?