The School Jock Does My Makeup

Chapter 2

As I walked through the football field, I noticed only a few populars were around. Of course none greeted me, they simply just ignored me. By the gates, I saw someone I didn't expect to see. Hannah. She was kissing a guy. I don't think she noticed me in the morning. I guess Aaron did know she was seeing someone else. Humph. He's not as brainless as I thought.

When I entered my house, I smelled apple pie. Wait. My mom wasn't here; who was? I'm not like one of those actors who goes in a scary house, hears walking, and then asks "Is someone here?" I don't expect someone to say "Oh hey I'm hiding, and I'm going to kill you." I crept into our dining room and hid under our table, trying to make out who was here. I heard pans rustling in the kitchen, followed by soft humming. My heart beat sped up as I heard foot steps approaching. I saw black flats appear at the edge of the table, a few feet away from me. The figure shifted and walked closer to me, thus making me give a frightened gasp. My heart beat was loud now, not allowing me to hear clearly from the pumping noise in my ears.

"A backpack? How in the world did that get here? This wasn't here when I came, was it? Oh! Hazel. Hazel? Come down here! Your Old Momma is in the dining room! Come give me a hug."

"Grandma!" I yelled still under the table.

"Oh Dear Lord! Hazel you scared me! Where are you?" I saw her feet shift back. Crawling out from under the table, I hugged her from the back.

"Oh, Grandma! I'm so happy to see you!"

"What the hell child you scared me!" She jumped.

"Oh sorry, Grandma." I replied sheepishly.

"What on earth were you doing down there child?" She asked, turning around and giving me a concerned face.

"I uh..I..dropped my gum." I told her.

"Why would you even pick it up? It's gross!"

"To throw it away?"

"That's right. Well come here!" She embraced me, enveloping me in a tight, warm hug. "My dear child, you've grown! Why are you so skinny? Does your Momma not feed you? We need to get some meat on those bones." She looked me up and down. "Go sit! I've made lunch."

I did as she said, not arguing what-so-ever. I loved her cooking.

She came back a minute after with a tray full of food. All of it was homemade. There was a piece of apple pie on a plate and pizza with garlic bread next to it. On the side, there was a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. She was serious. She did want to get meat on my body, even though I personally thought I looked fine.

"How's school?" She asked taking a cup off the tray. She took a sip from it, and put it down next to the tray. The scent filling my nostrils. Coffee.

"Good. I got fifty out of fifty on my History exam last week."

"Ah my girl, always doing a good job." She smiled at me, a genuine smile.

"I missed you so much Grandma." I replied, taking a bite of my garlic bread.

"Me too baby girl, me too." She sighed, as she patted my hand.

"So why are you home so early?"

"Oh I have free period and lunch. So I have almost an hour and a half just for me, every day."

"Oh. So you have to go back then?" My Grandma asked.

"Yes I have to go back and finish the day."

"Well eat up so I can drive you back in time for your next class."

"Okay." I finished eating my pizza and my bread stick. I took my time eating the apple pie, tasting every ingredient in between my mouth walls. I could taste the sweet apple and the soft crust, nice and glazed with a bit of lemon juice? I wonder if lemons were used in apple pie. I closed my eyes enjoying the heaven in my mouth.