Chapped {h.g}

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9:30 am
I stood in the hallway, smiling, surprised that he actually spoke to me for once. It might've been only for five seconds, but it was the best five seconds of my life.

I was interrupted from my thoughts when a teacher came up to me.

"Get to class, Miss. Black," he said. I glanced at him.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I scurried to the art room and got out my supply I needed.

I rested my head on my hand and daydreamed about Hayes' and I future.

'Isn't she beautiful?,' I would ask him, holding our newborn baby girl in my arms. He would smile and look at me.

'Just like you,' he would slowly lean in and kiss-

"Miss. Black," I looked up to see Mrs. Colley, my art teacher glaring at me.

"I asked: Which famous film star did Pop artist Andy Warhol make more portraits of than any other?,"

"Oh, uh.. Marilyn Monroe?," I told her, she nodded and sighed.

The rest of the class kind of went like that. I just couldn't get my mind off of him.

The bell rung and the class scurried out of the room, going to their next class. Mine happens to be math. The worst class of the day.

I sat across from a girl named Nicole Wilbur who would always cuss out the teachers. I don't think my mother would improve of me sitting by her.

I then noticed Hayes sitting directly behind me. I bit my lip and smiled.

He tapped my back just as the lesson started. I turned around slightly and smiled at him.

"Do you have a piece of paper?," He asked. I slowly nodded and picked up my bag, not realizing I was holding it upside down until all my stuff fell out. Including my feminine products. I hurriedly tried to stuff them back in my bag before he was to see, but it was too late.

He began to chuckle. I shook my head as my eyes began to water. The class then began laughing as a pad was lying on the ground. I quickly stuffed it in my bag and put my head on the desk, not worrying about the piece of paper he wanted.

Mr. Armstrong came near my desk and whispered to me. (A/n: how you doin' lover momma let me whisper in your ear)

"Jordyn, you may go to the bathroom to freshen up," he said nicely. I picked up my bag and ran out the door, towards the bathroom.

I stepped in to see a bunch of the 'populars' fixing their hair. They scoffed at me and went out the bathroom door, whispering to each other.

I stepped in the bathroom stall and cried. Why does everything happen to me?

After I tried to calm myself down, I exited the stall and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. I wet a paper towel and rubbed my face with it, hoping to clear some of the tear streaks. I then got my lipgloss out of my bag and applied two coats, not that this would help anything. I put my hair up in a ponytail and slowly went out the bathroom door.

I stopped in front of my classroom, scared to enter. Mr. Armstrong noticed me standing at the door and gestured me in. I walked in, keeping my head down. I noticed everyone's stares as I walked to my seat.

"Okay, class. Look up here," they all slowly glanced back up at him.

"Hey," a voice called to me. I turned around in my seat.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I shouldn't have laughed," I nodded and turned back around, still embarrassed.

He tapped me again. "Wanna sit with me at lunch?," I smiled and nodded. He smiled back and crossed his arms over his chest, looking back up at Mr. Armstrong.

***
10:45 am
"Jordyn!," Someone called. I looked around the cafeteria and noticed Hayes sitting at a table with two other guys and four girls. They stared at me and whispered.

I made my way over to the table and sat down slowly, glancing around the table. They faked a smile at me and continued eating their food. I felt oddly out of place.

I noticed one of the girls glaring at me. I didn't know where to look, so I just got up and was about to dump my tray, when suddenly the girl placed her foot in front of me, causing me to spill my food all over myself. I gasped while once again, everyone laughed..except one person. I looked at him and he had a frown on his face. He reached his hand out and helped me off the floor. The girl watched us and kept her mouth agape.

"Hayes, what are you doing?," She asked, in a too high pitched voice.

"Why are you like this, Jamie? Why do you constantly have to embarrass people?," He asked while telling me to go wash up. I obliged and walked towards the bathroom.

I immediately tried wiping off my clothes, but it was too difficult seeing that ketchup stains were all over my shirt and jacket.

After exiting the bathroom, I seen Hayes sitting at a table by himself. He waved me over. I was confused as to why he wasn't sitting with his friends.

"Why aren't you sitting-,"

He interrupted me. "Here," he said, handing me his sweatshirt. "Sorry all this stuff happened to you today, Jordyn," he said, looking sorry.

I whispered. "S'not your fault," he nodded and spoke again.

"Still. Jamie shouldn't have done that to you," I nodded and put on his sweatshirt.

"Thanks for the sweatshirt. I'll bring it back tomorrow," he waved me off.

"No worries," I smiled and my stomach grumbled. Hayes laughed and got me a new tray, seeing that mine went all over my outfit. I thanked him and smiled for the millionth time today.

I realized at the end of the day, even if it was filled with embarrassment, it still seemed to be my favorite.

(A/n): dedicated to jordynb20 bc she struggles with getting a celebrity bf.