This chapter takes place the day after the last aka the first day of school. IM SO SORRY IF HAVE ALREADY STARTED SCHOOL THAT SUCKS SO BADLY I START ON THE 30TH BUT I PLAN ON FAKING MY OWN DEATH BEFORE THEN. Listen to I wanna be yours during the sexy part bc AM is flawless and the song fits imo. vote, comment, suck ass!
The first day of school wasn’t as horrific as I thought it’d be. I didn’t have any misogynist male teachers (I had one freshman year that I’m surprised I didn’t murder) or classes full of people I hate. I also had health with Ansel, and AP English and geometry with Dung.
I leaned against the fence that surrounded the football field as I waited for Ansel to get his car from the student lot. Luke strode up to me with a large grin on his face.
“How was your first day as a sophomore?”
“I didn’t have any suicidal thoughts all day so I guess it was alright,” I replied.
He laughed. “Just wait til you’re a senior.”
As I was about to reply Ansel pulled up. He hopped out of the driver’s seat and jogged to me.
“Hey butt face,” I greeted him as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” Luke mumbled rolling his eyes.
“Eat my ass, Luke.” He made a face at me and I winked as I slid into the passenger seat of Ansel’s Camry. Luke walked off to his own car as we drove off.
“He’s jealous, you know,” Ansel said glancing at me as he turned onto Mill Street.
“Of us? Yeah right he had a chance to get with all this in middle school,” I gestured down my body as Ansel giggled. He had THE cutest fucking laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh myself.
“You’re kinda… how do I put this without getting smacked; hot as hell, adorable, funny, hot, intelligent, sexy, hot. What straight man wouldn't be jealous?”
I blushed and switched on the radio. Sirens by Angels & Airwaves was playing and I began singing at the top of my lungs.
“Not to mention your music taste is impeccable.”
I grinned at him. “That I can’t argue with.”
When we got home Ansel went to his for a while to check on Peach and I went to mine.
I tossed my bag onto the stair case and crept into the kitchen. My mom was home from work early and sitting on the couch reading a magazine.
“How was the first day?”
“Mildly suckish, why are you home so early?” I eyed her suspiciously. She was never home at 3; always 6.
“Boss sent me home, she knows we’ve been having- troubles around here.”
I nodded.
“Can I talk to you about something? I wanted to wait until both you and Ash were here but he got a job at the Pizza Hut down the road so he won’t be home for a while.”
“Okay…”
“How would you feel about Melissa coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”
What the fucking fuck. “Melissa? Note Melissa? The Melissa you cheated on Dad with? You’re seeing her or some shit now?” I fired at her.
“Hey, watch your mouth I’m still your mom and you need to respect me-“
“You haven’t exactly been acting like someone I should respect lately.”
She sighed. “I talked to Dad.”
“What? When? Where is he?”
“This morning; he’s staying in a motel about an hour away, he’s fine but we’ve decided to separate.”
“What does that mean, like divorce?”
“An annulment, yes.”
Tears slowly began forming in my eyes as I stood there unmoving. “So you’re just going to annul and pretend you were never together? What does that mean for Ash and I?”
“You’ll live here and be with Dad on certain weekends whenever he gets his own place.”
My eyes cast to the ground. I hated to admit it but there was this small sliver of hope deep inside me that thought my parents could work this out. In that moment that hope was shattered, crushed into a million pieces, mocked. I’d never felt more stupid. How could I ever think they’d get through this? My mom was a lesbian for fucks sake.
“Something tells me she’ll be coming over no matter what I say. I’m going upstairs.”
The tears halted as I realized I wasn’t a crier and there was no point. I texted Ansel and asked him how Peach was.
Crazy and old, he replied.
I giggled to myself as I received another text from him.
How’s Mom?
Can you just come over soon? I kinda need you, I sent back.
I never thought the day would come when I heard you say you needed anyone.
Technically you didn’t hear me say it.
Let me have this small victory, sweet cheeks.
Just come over, ass wipe.
You’re so endearing, on my way.
Not even 5 minutes later Ansel opened my bedroom door and made himself at home.
“You could knock, you know,” I told him. “I could’ve been naked.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. I noticed him drop a stack of books onto my floor as he made his way to my bed.
“What are those for?”
“I told your mom we were doing school shit.”
I picked one up and read the title aloud, “Discovering Your Body.”
We laughed as he said, “I was in a rush. I grabbed the first books I saw; you were being very bossy.”
“Sorry, my mom dropped a bomb on me like 20 minutes ago.”
I crossed my legs and he lay on his back in front of me. He turned his head toward me and raised his eyebrows.
“She’s dating that twat she cheated on my dad with, and she wants all of us to have dinner with her tomorrow. Oh yeah, and my parents are annulling.”
He was quiet for a moment. He sat up and set his palms against the bed on either side of my legs.
“Maybe it’s for the best. If your mom wasn’t happy, it’s better that they aren’t together. I’m not defending her I’m just trying to find the bright side for you. Maybe this Melissa lady is super rich and can buy you tampons and concert tickets.”
I intertwined our fingers and laughed. “Is that what you think I shop for? Tampons?”
“I don’t know, okay, just wanted to make you laugh. You’re so cute when you laugh.”
I set my hands on his chest and kissed him softly.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” he mumbled against my lips.
I pushed him down gently so I was sitting on his torso.
“Screw the sad out of me, will ya,” I whispered into his ear.
He let out a heaving sigh. “You scare the hell out of me, but you also calm me and make me feel amazing at the same time.”
I didn’t really know what to say. I kinda wanted to tell him I was head over heels in love with him, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I just pressed my lips to his again.
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Hadley: An Ansel Elgort Fan Fiction
RomansaHadley Martin, a sassy, careless 15 year old with a gay best friend and a boyfriend. Ansel Elgort, a sexy, cheeky 17 year old with a crush and all the determination in the world. This is their story...