He's Not Dangerous {Hayes Grier Fanfic}

-31- What Kind of Self Respecting Guy Wears Sperrys?

Hayes POV

I walk into school Monday morning with my heart heavy, as if my mom just died. Heck, my mom did just die. But so did my relationship with Amber. 

I storm to my locker, not mad at her, mad at myself. I'm not good enough for her, I never have been. She was freakin scared of you Hayes! I scream at myself and I wish the pounding in my head would just go away. It's the worst feeling in the world.

I twist the dial on my locker, hoping Amber will show up and lean against the wall next to my locker like she always does. Tell me it's a joke, that she still loves me. That she's not scared of me, I'm her hero. That doesn't happen.

Walking into homeroom alone isn't even close to as great as walking in with Amber, even though I've been alone so many other times. She was my lifesaver. My lifesaver's gone. Dang, I'm drowning.

The warning bell rings and that's when I finally see her for the first time since Friday. This has been one of the first weekends in a while that we haven't hung out. It feels like being stabbed, not seeing Amber.

She's wearing a pretty short skirt that is not really her, first she doesn't wear skirts and second she's not a slut. She also wears a tight black tank top that shows her curves perfectly and her brown hair flows down her back in beautiful waves. 

Amber looks gorgeous but it's not her. She stands outside the door talking to someone even though there's like 20 seconds till the bell rings. It seems as if Amber's arguing with whoever it is but I can't hear anything. I can't see who she's talking to but I force myself to look away. It pains me to see her and know that she's not mine. 

Yeah, that didn't last long. I looked away for about 3.5 seconds before stealing a glance at my perfect girlfriend. Perfect ex-girlfriend. No, I won't accept it. 

I look back over to the door and see Amber pressed up against the wall, short skirt and all. I can finally see who she was talking to and now who she is making out with as the bell rings. Mrs. Lofty just rolls her eyes and writed a detention slip which Amber snatches out of her hand after finally walking into homeroom after her little make out sesh.

She flounces down the aisle in her skimpy outfit, looking confident but not Amber confident. She looks scared, I can tell, nervous almost. She may seem normal to others but something's going on. And I think it has something to do with the guy she was just kissing outside of homeroom. Who happened to be Hunter.

Funny how this same thing happened back in November, my heart breaking when I realized she had a boyfriend. Actually it's not funny, not when I've already been her boyfriend. Not when I've already tasted her kisses, cuddled with her, heard her laugh when I tickled her sides. Yeah, not too funny anymore.

In biology, first period, Mr. Banks isn't there so we have some young sub guy who looks like he just got out of high school. He has one of those sterotypical movie star looks and he already annoys the shit out of me. I take my seat next to Amber in the back of the room and she doesn't glance at me. 

"Okay class," The sterotypical movie star guy announces and I roll my eyes. I hate when people like a year older than me are telling me what to do. "I'm Mr. Logan but you can call me Blake." That annoys me also. You're a teacher, you're not cool enough to go by first name basis. "Since Mr. Banks isn't here, feel free to have a study hall." A ripple of excitement runs through the class and it sounds good to me too. I need to talk to Amber.

"Hey," I start quietly, turning to her while she doodles in her notebook. I can't see what she's working on since her book is turned away from me but I love how her hair falls in front of her face as she bites her lip, deciding what to draw next. She's beautiful.