Safe Place ~ WayHaught

Haught Damn

I wake up every morning at the same time and go through the same routine. My alarm clock goes off, dragging me out of whatever dream I was having. I complain for a good ten or fifteen minutes about all the reasons why school is actually torture. Wynonna walks into my room and makes me finally get out of bed. I usually yell at her for it, but today I just don't have the energy. I sigh and roll my eyes, reluctantly standing up to get ready for the day.

First things first, I have to pee. Like, I really have to pee. Every night I drink two bottles of water and a glass of milk before going to sleep, it's just a weird habit. I always wake up feeling like my bladder is literally going to explode. I hate the toilets in my house though. They are way to low to the ground and I swear one time I almost broke a leg cause I thought they were higher up and I fell.

After I pee, I brush my teeth. I like brushing my teeth, it helps me wake up. I walk over to the sink and grab my toothbrush. I put the toothpaste on it and smile when I taste the cool mint flavor on my teeth. I like the way it kind of tingles when it gets on my tongue.

God, I'm so weird.

After I finish with all my stuff in the bathroom; brush my teeth, pee, wash my face, do my make up, and put on my deodorant; I move into my bedroom. I go over to my drawers and pull out the outfit that I had planned out last night. It's the first day of tenth grade so I have to make a good impression. I put on my tee-shirt, it's black and red with "Shorty's" writing across the chest in white letters, and I tie it up in the back with a hair-tie. I'm honestly scared that my shorts are too short, but they're my favorite pair so I put them on anyways. I smile at myself in the mirror and head downstairs while throwing my hair half up into loose ponytail.

"You ready to go, baby girl?" Wynonna smiles and hands me my breakfast. Apparently she had time to go get donuts.

"Thanks, Wyn! I love donuts." I really do. They are my absolute favorite breakfast.

Me and Wynonna walk out to her bike and I get on the back, wrapping my arms around her waist so I won't fall off. I laugh as she revs the engine a few times before taking off. Riding to school with my big sister has always been one of my favorite parts of my day. Ever since daddy and Willa died, Wynonna is the only person who is ever really there for me. She takes me to school, gets me breakfast, drives me home, and she even helps me study ancient languages.

We arrive at the school and there are some kids remarking on how cool Wynonna's bike is. I hop off and give her a kiss on the cheek before heading inside. I can feel it, something good is going to happen today. I normally hate the first day of school, but today just feels different. Like I'm actually going to like this year.

"Hey, babe." Champ walks up behind me and puts his arms around my shoulders. I still get uncomfortable when he kisses me so much, but I hate to say anything. I smile and turn to face him.

"Hey! What's up?" I ask, trying to give a signal that I don't want to make out right now. He isn't taking the hint so I gently push him off. He groans a bit and shakes his head.

"Come on, I haven't seen you in forever." Seriously? I saw you last week!

"Not now, Champ. I have to get to class," I respond, but it wasn't the whole truth. "And besides, you know I don't like PDA."
And you know that I hate having to tell you that.

"Alright." He says with a sigh, but I swear, he is either a complete asshole or didn't hear a word I had said. He's trying to lean in for another kiss and at first, I actually let him. I want to push him off, but he's my boyfriend.

Before I muster up the courage to stop the kiss, I end up on the floor.

"Shit!" I hear a girl say softly before she holds out her hand to help me up. "I am so sorry! I was looking at my schedule and I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." I take her hand and pull myself from the ground.

"It's alright." I say laughing. "Honestly, I'm so clumsy, it sounds like something I would do." I smile as she hands me the books I had dropped.

"I'm Nicole." She introduces herself to me. Our hands touch for a moment when I take my books and I can feel my heart fluttering. This girl is absolutely beautiful.

"Oh! Waverly. Waverly Earp." I state. She chuckles and my breath catches in my throat. I take in each and every one of her features, my favorite one being her hair. It's red and tied up in a french braid underneath a baseball cap. After a bit I realize that I've been staring and Champ is gone. I don't know when he left and I honestly don't really care. I decide to break the silence. "So, are you new here? I haven't seen you around before."

"Yeah. I-uh-I had to move. My parents are assholes." She mutters the last part almost quiet enough that I couldn't hear, but I did hear it. I can't help but wonder what that meant.

"Oh. Why'd you have to move?" I know I shouldn't push, but I find myself wanting to know everything there is to know about this girl. "It's okay. If you don't want to tell me." I really do want to know though.

"Maybe we could talk about it later? I don't have any friends here. And I'd like to get to know you." Nicole offers and I can't help but feel nervous.

"I would like that." I say. "So, do you need any help finding your classes? Let me see your schedule?" I really want an excuse to spend more time with her.

"Sure," She hands me her schedule and I chuckle a bit. "What's funny?" She asks.

"Your last name is Haught," I pause for a moment. "That can't be a coincidence." I realize too late that I sound a lot more flirtatious than intended. Or maybe I did mean to flirt.

I notice her cheeks turning pink before she responds.

"You think I'm hot?" She asks. She sounds a mixture of scared and confused.

"Maybe I do." And with that we start walking towards her class, which, thank God, is the same as mine. I hate myself for feeling this way. Nobody can ever find out. And I won't say it. I won't even think it. I am not aloud to be gay, I refuse.

Can I do that? Can I just "refuse" to be gay? Either way, Haught damn. That girl is perfect.