Supporting life

Chapter 4: Stalker

"Let is go, let it go" Three small girls that currently occupied the back seats of my car sang at the top of their lungs let it go for the millionth time, it has to be a new record.

"So, your Mr cutie's mentor?" Molly shouts over the deafening music. I prefer Mr arrogant or Mr Hollywood but sure cutie sounds ok.

"Yea I guess but I know it's not just a walk in the park"

"Well at least you get to know him more, maybe he isn't that bad" She tries to assure me.

I scoff "I doubt that"

We fall into a content filled silence and I find myself listening in on the girls conversation.

"Who's the new kids?" Bella, Molly's sister asks.

"There's a new girl in our year she's nice I met her and there's a new boy in the year above us he's the new girls brother, although he was flirting with everyone" Margo explains, sounds like a familiar arrogant arse.

"Did you talk to the boy?" Bella asked.

"No I couldn't get near him with all the girls swarming around him" Margo made said in a gagging tone.

I was surprised that they were already acting that way in primary but I was kinda thankful that Margo wasn't giving into it.

I pull up into the car park outside the dance class, thankful I could find a parking spot without trouble like this morning.

With in milliseconds everyone had piled out of the car except me.

"Hey is everything ok? You can go home and rest, I'll just walk the girls home afterwards" Molly sweet words always brought tears to the surface. I was both surprised and thankful that she would walk the girls home, my house was definitely not just around the corner but she was willing to do it just to help me out.

"Na, I'll just hang in there. It's only an hour" I reassure her. She doesn't look convinced and opened her mouth to protest but decided against it.

"Ok"

Molly was always like that, observant and always putting people first, in fact all of the Piper family is like that. Molly's mum offered to give me money every month like Lauren's mum and Helen but I declined already feeling weak and rude for taking their money.

Instead her help is in the form of looking after the girls whenever she can.

My skin was immediately pleased as the cool warm air hit it as we entered the building, the temperature is definitely to cold for September.

The room not big but not to small that you feel confined. Mothers and some fathers lined the sides of the room getting their kids looking crystal clean. I swear most parents go over the top, heck even my own mother goes all in with these things..... or did go all in. I try to match her enthusiasm but I know that's a hole I could never get close to mimicking.

I let two small figures drag each arm across the wooden oak floor and once we were there they scurried away to be social butterflies.

I try to talk to some of the mums as the class starts but don't really engage fully in a conversation knowing all the parents just want to pry into what life is like for me, a nuisance suddenly lose her parents in a plane accident and becomes a teen parent, I mean who wouldn't want to know the extra details. I already know from experience that their concern looks are really just clones of curious ones.

I had managed to drown myself in ten cups of coffee knowing that I still had a lot to get through today and thankful when I needed to go to the toilet.

"Hey, Mol I'm going to the toilet" I call to her, she looks over the shoulder of one of the mums sending me a help-me look, she had clearly got stuck with the rattling mum and her bore the hell out of gossip.

I just laugh and and she flips me off mouthing fuck-you

Relieved that there wasn't much of a queue I didn't take long, however, when I came out the class was over, thank god, and I take the last opportunity to grab another coffee.

"Easy on the drinks you don't want to get coffee drunk" Someone warns me and the all to knowable American accent gets on my nerves.

I spin round almost spilling coffee everywhere but thankful it didn't and I look up to be caught in a deep stare with a matching pare of blue pools.

"Hello princess" he smirks, ok now I definitely wish I had spilled my coffee.

"What are you stalking me now?" I deadpan.

He throws his arms up in defence "Jees, I'm not obsessed with you. As much as your stubbornness is fun to poke at I have better things to do than follow your sad ass around"

"Well what are you doing here?" I cross my arms.

"I am here for my sister" he says it like it's the most obvious thing and gestures to a angelic looking girl that has auburn locks that frays past her waist. Her smile reaches the top of her face, making her frame look more petite, as she bounces towards us. I notice a map of freckles aline her cute cheeks and she has the same eyes as Mr Hollywood "Princess this is Freya and Freya this is...."

He's at a loss for words as he looks at me blankly "Brooke" I smile, genuinely, at the adorable girl, she just gives me a sheepish grin and hides behind her brothers legs. A totally different character to the twins, I wonder what they would be like shy but my mind comes up blank, I guess the LeBlancs are actually a troublesome and boisterous clan as people claim we are.

"Hi" I say high pitched, directing it to the little girl but the only one to smile at my response is Mr arrogant, in fact his grin stretches.

"You look cute when your not being stubborn and bitchy"

I stand up strait feeling the warmth rise to my cheeks, I don't even know how to respond to that.

I feel like a weight was lifted off of me as Molly comes to my side "Errr, hello" Molly turns to me giving me a questioning look.

I send her a this-is-the-guy look and recognition takes her features "Hi I'm Molly, Brooke's friend. You must be the new guy at our school"

"Yea that's me, I'm Mason" Now it's my turn to grin. I didn't know Mr rude and uptight could be Mr nice and sweet.

"I heard Brooke's mentoring you, right?"

"Yea well when you put it like that it makes me sound stupid"

"And it makes me sound old" I input.

"Well then I guess it could be totally true then" Margo, Melody and Bella strut into the mini circle we had formed like they own the place. Where do they store all that confidence?

"These are my sisters Melody and Margo and Molly's sister, Bella" I take notice of the small war of glances between the three girls and Freya.

"Hi this is my sister Freya" Mr arrogant introduces and all the girls nod not really sure what to say.

"Hi I'm Melody" Mel extends her hand for Freya and at first she hides behind her brothers broad figure but then hesitantly takes her hand.

Something tells me there going to be great friends.

***********

Hi guys!

I'm super excited about this book. I've already got so many ideas.

Again thank you to the moon and back for giving this book a try and getting this far.

Again if you want to give me ideas or noticed any mistakes or have a legit questing about any of my books plz don't be scared to text me, I don't bite.

Ok that last bit just sounds weird so I'm gonna shut up before I go on a wild rant.

Anyways.

Ok byeeeeeeee........