Calum.

4

The weekend passed to quickly, and lucky for me I had community service for hitting Pickering. That fucking kid needs to go missing.

I went to my classes without talking to Hazel, I've already told her to much and possibly a sign of compassion also. I pulled out the pink piece of paper and read the address. 2390 Travis drive.

It was a fucking bakery. Why the fuck would I spend my time at a fucking bakery!? A BAKERY!! I walked in to the front register and informed them about why I was here.

The girl behind the counter led me to the back where I met a woman who looked awfully similar to Hazel...oh shit....her mom maybe?

"Hello dear you must be Calum? My name is Judy, I'm the owner." She held her hand out for me to shake and smiled warmly.

She set me up with an apron. "You can sit on this stool and wait a little bit, my daughter will be out in just a minute. She'll show you the ropes." She said. She had a daughter...and Hazel looked just like her.....

As promised, a few minutes later the door swung open and Hazel stood in front of me. "Hazel?" I asked in confusion. "You can stay on the stool and just watch. I doubt my mom will make you do anything." She continued.

She filled up a triangular shaped bag with a metal tip and chocolate frosting. "Why are you here anyways?" She asked looking down at her work. Perfect swirles.

"I got ticked off and assaulted Pickering with a basketball."  I put my head down.  She chuckled at my dilemma.  She chuckled....why?
"Why...why is that funny?"  I asked sounding frustrated and defeated.

"I'm not surprised, that's why. Plus you have a cute accent." She squirted more frosting on cupcakes and then worked her way to a mixing bowl. This time I chuckled.

"You think my accent is cute? ...Well I say that you're the one that's got the accent." I rested my arms on the counter. "Are you sure you don't want any help?" I offered.

"I'm positive, besides I don't think you know what you're doing with this type of stuff anyways." She spoke while applying frosting all over what seemed to be the first pile of cake.

There was a long moment of silence that went on before she decided to talk again, "What did you mean when you said that a lot of stuff has been happening?" She set down her spatula and looked at me with a questioning look.

I sighed and looked her in the eyes "Stuff." That was all I said. I got the impression I came off as either rude or to serious because he quickly turned away. My hour of community service was up, but I didn't want to go home.

Another awkward silence. "Isn't your hour up?" She asked me while plopping the final layer of cake onto the one below it. I slowly nodded my head but continued to sit here. "...and you're still here? Why?"

She was pressing way to much information that day. Way to much. And that's the thing, I wasn't going to tell her anything. "I just don't want to leave." I shrugged my shoulders and smirked. She blushed hard.

"Is there something you're trying to avoid telling me?" She finally frosted the last bit onto the cake and started with the decorations. "Ooh yeah..." I said while slowly nodding my head.