The Beast and His Beauty

~The beast and his beauty~

Haley-

"Are you looking for a job?"

I turn around to give audience to the very familiar voice- Samantha the biggest snub in Oakland high.

I contemplated answering, for all I care about she might walk away while I'm in the middle of replying and make me look stupid in front of half of the school, but I do need a job, I really need one urgently.

"We'll discuss this in maths class." I say with a tone of finality and she gives a curt nod before walking off. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding, her presence alone carried more power than the president's.

She was a no-nonsense person that everyone adored but couldn't approach, I'm still wondering how we got to have our lockers next to each other's, I guess my senior year in high school holds a lot for me.

I quickly shut my locker when I finally recovered from the encounter with Sam, what I couldn't wrap my head around was the fact that she was offering me a job. What does she need help with that would require my assistance anyways, she has half the school jocks as her best friends and literally the school students would turn themselves into a massive human carpet for her to walk on.

Calculating my steps I tried to walk away with my shoulders high to show the kids staring at me how much power I held but who was I kidding? I tripped halfway but I was caught by one of the nerds I share math with.

It's not nice to call people nerds.. but then.

As soon as I entered the class the bell went, I looked around for the empty chair and plopped down on it totally unwilling to attract stares.

"We're in math class." Sam's cold voice made me jolt forward in my seat, she scared me. How come I sat next to her? I didn't even see her and she usually sits with.. alright Addison stop belittling yourself, you're worthy of being sat next to.

"Yes I want a job." I tell her and she smiles in a freaky way and dips her hands into her black wet look bag and passed me a small black card.

"Meet me there after school, you resume work today." What the..

"I haven't actually taken permission from my mum." I argue paying attention to her perfectly manicured and polished black nails.

"Yeah I forgot, high school kids." She murmured the last part under her breath and I frown, what does she mean high school kids? Not everyone is actually spoilt. I turn my attention to the teacher who now rose up from his seat.

"Your assignments everyone." His frog like voice croaks in every corner of the classroom, I dig into my bag holding back the building laughter in me, I can't afford to have detention half way of second week of resumption.

Shit!

I left my math note on my reading table.

I bow my head on the table and wipe the tears about to spill, you may be wondering why my note would cause me to cry. Well I tend to forget a lot and people capitalize on it a lot and I feel really bad, words get to me the most, you feel me.

"Let me guess, you left your note at home." Sam says and I sigh.

"Sir Beckham I hope you don't mind, I left Haley's and my note on my reading table at home yesterday. She came over and forgot to take it back." She lies smoothly and everyone's head turns towards my direction including the heads of her friends. Exactly what I expected.. stares. Wasn't I good enough?

In my mind I access myself, I'm glad I decided to do a little makeover today and put on something nice. The eyes of my mates don't tear off me till Mr Beckham taps the board and soon I'm lost in my own thoughts of why Sam decided to talk to me and what she wants and everything that happened today, I feel like it's a dream.

**

"I got a job mum and I resume work today." I explain to mum while eating before I leave for the address Sam gave me.

"What's the job?" "Baby sitting." I lie, mum would never let me leave the house if I said I had no idea what I'd be doing.

"I haven't actually talked the details of the job with the person involved but I'll be doing so today." I tell her and she frowns. Yeah, no mother would like to hear that.

"The address is pretty close to Delaney's house." I tell her and her features soften. Delaney is an old time friend of hers who she meet about five years ago. They got very close over the years and so my statement gave her an assurance of my safety and well-being in general, mum thinks I'd get kidnapped someday if I'm not careful.

"I'm glad you've decided to get a job, I'm not saying that you were supposed to but I support you. I believe you're looking for a way to become independent earlier than I expected and I respect that, but I need you to know that no matter what I'm that shoulder you can always lean on." Mum says rubbing my shoulder and I sigh, I'm running late already.

"I understand you mum and trust me, I'll always lean on you when I need your support. Don't stay up late for me, I have the spare keys." I grab my fur coat and shrug it on pushing the plate further into the table and getting out of the house.

I walk a little before I sight a cab, I'd have loved to order an Uber if I had extra cash. I tell him the address and sit back into the cab watching the trees by the roadside go by quickly.

The drive there wasn't long, I fished out a couple of dollar bills and payed the cab driver before taking the card out to check the address and from what I see I can tell I'd have to walk a really long way.

I arrive the location (too long after) which is surprisingly a huge house with a white gate guarding the entire building, I can't even imagine what the inside would be like. Before I knock the gate it slides opens and I walk in and look around, cool no one was there. This is starting to creep me out, I walk further into the house and the beauty of the house amazes me, the house was like those in the movies. Massive swimming pool seated in front of the house, well trimmed flowers in the garden, a richly furnished pouch and a huge ass brown door.

Trying my best not to satisfy the urge to give the exterior a tour I guide myself towards the front door, as soon as my feet hit the door mat I sucked in a deep breath before attempting to ring the bell. The door swings opens and I gasped, is this house controlled by ghosts?

"You look like a stuffed doll." Sam greets from behind the door, I sigh trying to even out my breath. I am breathing like someone who just ran a marathon and my heartbeat is pounding in my ears.

"Come on in." I walk in my leg hitting the marbled floor, the scent of Jasmine wafted across the whole room. She shut the door and linked her arms in mine, another part of Sam no one in this world knows.

"How do you like the place?" She asks and I examine the room. White walls with nothing on the and expensive looking couches and a couple of bean bags in the room, typical high schoolers house. The interior actually looks nice and makes me feel homely.

"You live here?" I ask and she shakes her head. So whose house is this then? I'm tempted to ask but I bite my tongue.

"So the job is?" I ask walking to the couch after unlinking our arms

We both crash on seperay couches and let out a soft sigh as our butts hits the super soft couch.

"I've been monitoring you for months now and I decided you're the best person for the job." She announces. Should I be creeped out?

"I actually see the inside of people from the way they interact with others and I see you're nice and sweet and the perfect pick." What exactly is she saying? I have no friends and I only interact with people who approaches me and that sums up to majority of the people termed nerds.

"Nothing you see leaves here okay?" I'm taken back for a moment, is this some sort of secret society or what?

"Listen girl, you'll be taking care of Elon every afternoon into evening while I go do my work okay." Her bossiness plays back in.

"This Elon is who? Your younger brother?" I ask and she sighs and I gasp, I remember Elon he was the one that witch girl cursed about a year back. The news circulated round the school for days but no one knew what the curse was.

"Oh my God." My hands fly over my mouth in fear, he was a beast and those who say him reported that he looked very deadly like a beast. Is that who I'll be babysitting?

"You dare not run, that gates are automated and there's no escape and like I said no information leaves here or you're a goner." She says getting up and sitting on the table so she could look me in the eye. I looked around incase the beast was somewhere around, mum would cry if she hears of my death. Mum!! She warned me.

"Listen girl, I'll pay you very handsomely if you do the job well. We recently got rid of the girl who kept the afternoon shift."

"Got rid?" "Sacked I meant to say, listen Elon may currently look like a monster and may have animalistic urges but it doesn't change the fact that he is a human underneath all that. I assure you two hundred percent safety but there are rules to follow, no phones allowed in the house.." "What?" I interrupt is she kidding me.

"How do I get help if his urges kick in?" And why did she mean by animalistic urges?

"There is a land line milady, phone me whenever. His urges doesn't kick in unless he's pissed off.

As I was saying, you must keep at least two feet distance from him for your safety, after school rush down here and begin work, you can carry extra clothes in your bag but do not waste anytime before getting here, there are bathrooms where you can do your thing.

Try your best not to get on his nerves, he has burned down two houses out of rage already and please don't ever ask him what the curse is." She finishes off and I stare at her in the eye, I feel like this is a suicide mission plus I resume today.

"There are other rules to follow which I'll let you know as time goes by let me introduce you to him." She gets up and I do the same following behind her stiffly, we go up spirals of stairs and I'm exhausted when we get to the end.

"One more thing, he has the ability to read minds so keep your thought at home. Don't ever think around him." "How is that even po..." She pushes the door open and pushes me in.

"How may I help you?" A rock hard voice calls from behind and I shriek in fear, so many things in this house has put me in great fear.

Slowly I turn around not knowing what to expect as the Elon everyone has been talking about. I beheld the most scary creature I've ever seen in my whole life and I felt my getting sucked from me as I struggled to cry.

Sam's words floated in my mind,

'Elon may look like a monster and may have animalistic urges but it doesn't change the fact that he is a human underneath all that.'

I let every resentment for his current figure fly out through the window as I offered a shaky smile. I was still shaken, the witch was really a wicked soul. I really wonder what the curse.. NO THOUGHTS HALEY I caution myself unable to tear my eyes away from his gaze.

One of the rules went off in my head like a light bulb, two feets. My feets shuffled two feets away from his figure but Sam still stood there.

"I'd have loved to stay but I've got business to attend to, I'll see you later Elon." She does a three-sixty spin on her heels and leaves, my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach.

**

I awkwardly clear my throat,

"What do you want to have for dinner?" He turned his head towards my direction and instantly my fingers began to shake in anxiety, his face is emotionless.

"Whatever you're making." He says and nod leaving the room, this is the first time I've left the room since I got in. I literally ran down the stairs and went searching for the easy to find kitchen.

What would he eat? Grilled chicken breast? Does meat stir his animalistic urge?

"I'm still a human okay." I whimper and turn, I didn't see him follow me down the stairs how the hell was he so quiet?

"Why are y'all treating me like I'm some sort of beast? I know my appearance is beastly but that doesn't mean.. the fuck." He pushes down the plate rack and my heart begins to race.

"If you intend to treat my like a wild beast then get the hell out of my house." He walks closer and I feel my knees going weak.

"I am so sorry, please spare me." I beg unable to hear my own voice due to the sound of my heart beating in my ear.

"You know what?.." "Listen sir I don't really want to know anything, just let me leave here in one piece and I swear to keep this place and everything about it a secret." I begged on my knees, he seemed to tower over me even more now.

"Just get me dinner and be quick with it." He says leaving, I let out an involuntary sigh. I've been sighing a lot today. Signs of stress, what exactly can I say is stressing me?

I quickly get dinner done and I dish out the food giving him a larger portion, I meet him on the dinning table waiting for his meal. I gently place the tray in front of him and turn on my heels and walk away very quickly to get my own food.

I sit at the other end of the table and begin to eat, I didn't know I could cook this well. As if in agreement my hungry tummy growled.

"When does my shift end?" I ask trying to be civil and imagine he was a human which he is.

"Did Sam not tell you?" He asks and I shake my head, the tone of his voice makes it difficult to detect if he is pissed or not.

"Why the hell does your little ass mind always think about me as a beast?" I clear my throat bit I don't say anything.

"Meeting you is very overwhelming, considering rumors that have been spread I've been having double minds and..." I pause not wanting to go further.

"I'm Haley." I say changing the topic at once.

"Your work here is done." Sam's voice makes me jump, I'm getting scared by every thing. When did she arrive?

"I'll drop you off at your house." She says and I nod getting up, today has been an amazing day here filled with fear.

**

When I get home I meet mum in the living room, I know she has questions but she doesn't ask. She lets me drag my weary ass to bed and pass out.

______

Haley-

What exactly is fun about Tuesday mornings? Absolutely nothing, just another reminder that Friday is still some days away. Reasons I dislike weekdays.

I tilt the kettle and allowed the steaming water pour into my red mug, I'm not a fan of choosing favourite colours or whatever I just go with the flow, what am I even saying?

I quickly make my light brown tea and place my toast on the plate before taking them to the dinning table. Images of yesterday flash in my mind and I sigh.. Elon. Many thoughts cross my mind at once before my mind goes blank.

"Would you finish all that?" Sabrina, my two year old younger sister who happens to be a twin asks. I just give her the mind-your -frickin-business eye and focus on mine as well, does anyone have issues with nosey younger ones?

"We haven't discussed your job yet honey." Mum says and I nod, that can't happen this morning either ways. We exchange the we'll-talk-later eye contact and then I focus on eating my food quietly, no thoughts go through my mind as I eat. Usually I like to plan out my day but I feel like mum can read my thoughts, Elon has an amazing ability if you ask me.

If I had that ability I know what I could do with it.

Brushing aside the now arising thought of Elon in my mind I focus one my first task of the day, finishing my breakfast. I guess Sabrina was right.. why the hell did I make this much coffee? I wasn't thinking.

Okay Sam thanks for the don't think tip.

"Who wants extra breakfast?" I ask pushing my plate to the centre of the table. "Anyone." I ask waving my hand in the air to at least get a reply.

"No one.. alright I'll be leaving the plates here if y'all need extra.. bye." I push myself off the chair and turn to run off to school before I catch mums glares. "Right.. I'll drop this off in the kitchen." With an annoyed whistle I take the plates to the kitchen and drop it off before I run out of the house.

Once I'm on the main Street I take out my headphone and blast music through it. I know it's not ideal to have your ears blocked out while moving but..

David Guerra and Sia's titanium plays and I can't help but lip sync along not bothered by the stares I receive.

I'm bullet proof nothing to loose

Fire away fire away

Ricochet you take your aim

Fire away..

"Good morning Lisa." I greet the girl in front of the bakery, I pit stop here every morning to get baked goods that help start my day. Who else is in love with freshly baked goods?

"Good morning sunshine. The regular?" "You know it girl." The smiling girl being the counter winks at me and throws a thumbs up before preparing my order. I wonder how she could be so cheerful every morning.. I mean majority of the customers here are rude high school students who tend to have early morning baked goods cravings like my self, as for me.. I could never.

"Two super sweet cupcakes and some cookies.. oh I got you doughnuts. Mum had us go on a frying spree last night, I felt like you should have some. There's more than enough at home." She hands me the bag of pastries, I inhale deeply the scent of the fresh goods and she smirk.

"Mouth watering eh? Run along now we don't wanna have you late for school do we?" She asks and I shake my head, she acts much older but she's only a year and two months older. Due for college but decided to take a break and find something to do with her life.

"Thanks for the doughs Lisa and have a beautiful day." "You too." She waves with her free hand while I plug my headphones back in and replay Titanium, I don't know but there's something about this song that makes me feel like the main character even if I'm very far from being it.

**

"Well good morning to you Haley." Sam says as I approach my locker, she's leaning on hers. It's like she's been waiting for me to arrive, I came in a bit late.

"Don't you have classes?" I ask opening my locker, she keeps staring at me.. great. I toss the books I won't be needing for the early part of my day into my locker and bang it shut.

"Can't you be a little less messy?" She asks reopening my locker and arranging my books. Note to take; Sam is perfect.

"I need a favour." Her authoritative voice makes me jerk backwards.

"Well I'm in no position to do favours." I tell her readjusting my backpack ready to make a beeline for class whenever the bell goes. This is high school for heaven's sake and this is my last year so don't look at me with judgey eyes, if I don't do it now.. I'll never do it again.

"It's concerning your job." "Oh." I stare at her perfect face waiting her request, I take out time to asses her. She doesn't look out of place in any sort, her contour gives her that baddie vibes and her smokey glitter eye shadow look makes her look hot, I wonder how much privilege I'm wasted as a senior of Oakland.

I mean we in senior year are permitted to do a lot of stuffs that are a little above the rule and here I am being plain and boring. Little wonder I have no friends.

"I need you to work on your thinking." Like seriously? Dude what is she even saying.

Scrap that, what exactly is wrong with my thinking?

"Yesterday Kyle and I had a little chat. He told me a couple of things that ran through your mind and I must say you're a little too judgemental for someone of your status."

excuse me!

I'm taken aback by her statement, what does that even mean?

Someone of my status? Okay this isn't funny anymore. Just because I'm not from the rich class doesn't mean she should be.. wait how was I even judgemental yesterday?

"What exactly are you asking me to do?" I asked trying to hide my annoyance to this self over hyped arrogant lass who gave me a job.

"Stop thinking when you're around Elon."

Okay this is the height of this.

Let's give this a second look.. I should stop thinking around Elon, why? It's not like he even cares what I think about him. There's more to Kyle than I know.

"Wake up from your slumber of perfection missy." I snap my fingers at her face and she frowns, half the people around turn to watch us.

"Just because you find it easy to 'not think' around Elon doesn't mean every one can. I mean do you know how much people with actual problems and responsibilities think? I guess not, I'm off to class." I storm off leaving Sam beside the lockers and earning a few more stares, who wouldn't look at me. I just fucking went off while talking to Oakland's greatest.

***Fast forward to last period___**

"Hey." A platinum blonde with an overly dolled up face greets sliding her book next to mine. I turn my face away and I hear her give a small sigh, she wants to friends.. ugh pathetic.

Just because I now am in taking terms with Sam, every girl in Oakland is aspiring to be a friend, what happened to before Sam and I?

Speaking of Sam, she ditched all her classes today. I'm not exactly sure of what her reason is but I know we'll be meeting again tonight at Elon's.

"Well since the teacher isn't going to be teaching till the bell is rung I decided to say hi." She says and I frown turning my attention to her.

"Why?" "No concrete reason." Just what I thought.

"I don't like Barbie dolls, I fuck with nerds." I deadpan and her mouth forms an O, I smirk and fling her book off my table.

Seconds after her stupid book touches the floor the bell goes, with a sigh of relief and anticipation for my second day at work I pack up my stuff and head out.

The hustle to get out of the class is so not worth it, I had my elbow bruised by one of the psychopaths running out of the class. Some guys do not ever grow up trust me.

The hallway is full of running students and noisy girls. I wonder how many students Oakland has, I barely know twenty yet I see them everyday.

"Be reminded there's a party at Silverline's house today, freshmen and sophomores are very much invited." Caroline announces to the population, a couple shouts and murmurs are heard. No one is really thrilled because the main senior hotties wouldn't be around.

I'm talking about Sam's best friends, they are outta town for a vacation. They take it every term just before they take their first match of the term. It lasts a week or less, usually.

The noise dies down as I make my way out of the hallway to the parking lot to search for Sam's car. Hopefully she didn't run home without me or else..

As I approach her I can see her talking on the phone smiling very widely.

I wonder who would make Sam that happy. It must be her boyfriend, but wait Sam doesn't hang out with guys at school.. maybe her college boyfriend. Her life is very interesting and I'm not willing to meddle (at all)

Haley-

Sam and I find ourselves screaming to the lyrics of Tate's you broke me first.

I have to admit, she was an amazing singer. Well wasn't she perfect in everything?

"Do you want anything?" She asks and I shrug. She's been super nice since I entered her car this afternoon, speaking of cars. Her ride is damn cool- so sleek and black, the typical baddie girl vibes it gives makes me feel different.

"Burger and hot chocolate I guess." I tell her still vibing to her playlist. She really put together an amazing playlist, she says she did one on Spotify, I have to check that out.

She said our orders through the intercom and paid.

**

"Thanks." She said collecting them and paying for the orders.

The queen says thanks? There's a whole lot that Oakland doesn't know about her.. I'm about to find out though.

As we hit the road again I sight a familiar black leather jacket and Isaac Presley's image appears in my mind and I can't help but sigh.

If you're wondering, Isaac Presley is one of the fine dudes in our grade. We used to buddies many grades back until he declared me uncool and became friends with Sam and her friends.

Wierdly, I recently started finding him really attractive and I can't believe I'm admitting I have a crush.

My mind wondered to when Sam came to Oakland, she had all the new girl vibes that'll make any guy come running. It was no surprise that she became friends with Elon and his friends quickly.

Elon.. well he's been in the school for as long as I've been. We never really talked all through our years together, I practically grew up in Oakland yet I can't say I have an actual friend. I mean I talk to people yeah but then.. it's not the long term type.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I bite my lips and blink them back, I wish my life was different. I wish I had fun in high school, I wish..

"Are you alright?" Sam asked as I sniffled. I gave a small fake smile while wiping my tears away stylishly, I'm still wondering why she came to talk to me, why she even monitored me.

"Um.. Sam, why did you offer me a job that requires total trust? I mean the no information leaves the house kinda job when you barely know me?" She just smirks and says nothing but keeps her eyes on the road.

I study her beautifully shaped face once again before I allow my self sink in the misery I somehow created- emptiness.

**

I'm pretty sure I passed for the no thinking test today in pretty much the opposite.

I really should opt for a better style of life.. ugh. Where do I even start from?

"Choice of clothing." Elon's voice echos through the room, yeah my duty is practically to watch over him so I am with him basically all the time, what does he even need a babysitter for? Where are his parents?

Does he like have to invade my privacy? Can he not shut himself out of my head?

Too many questions.

"Look here Mister there's a reason why normal human beings can not read each other's mind. Can't you block yourself the hell outta my head?" I turn my back to him and lie on the bean bag.

"Plus nothing's wrong with my outfit."

Okay we all know that was a bloody ass lie, I'm very ashamed to describe my today wears.

"In the stage of denial, aren't we?" Does he have to be correct? Even if he is.. must it be all he time? I sigh as a reply.

"Can we have a truce?" I ask after a minute of thinking, Elon can actually teach me to get better socially but what can I offer?

"I was thinking the exact same thing." He interrupts my thoughts again.

Can't you block yourself out of my mind? I ask still not turning to look at him.

"Let's put is this way I help you out with your awkward social life and you owe me two favours."

"Why does that sentence make it seem like I'm going to be doing more than two favours?" This time I turn to face him so I can see his expression, still the same cold, emotionless way it has always been.

His perfect description is inhumane and emotionless.

He looked like he was made out of thicker human skin, he was the literal beast of beauty and the beast.

"Hey I've been thinking about what you looked like a coupe years ago and I haven't been able to recall. Any cool photos of you back then?" What was I asking? Cool photos of him? Has anything he's ever done been uncool?

I stand up from the bean bag as he gets up from his stool made of iron.

"Why are you following me?" Wasn't he going to get the picture?

"To see them." I point out so dick head could get.

"The hell? I'm actually going to take a pee." "Oh." My face flush pink from the embarrassment, did I just say I wanted to see.. dear mind do not just go there.

"I'll be over there waiting for you and please I'd love to see your photos.. I couldn't find you on Instagram, why is that?" Yes and that was my indirect confession of stalking him, I winced Internally.

"Miss, I really have to go." He excuses himself and walk away, it's only then I notice how he walks. His feets doesn't touch the fricking ground.. holy shit.

I take a swift turn and return to my resting bean bag when I hear a knock on the door.

That's a bit strange Sam isn't supposed to be back by now.

"Dude open the door or we're bargio right in." Male voices call from behind the door and I freeze. The boys are back, what is today? Tuesday.. they didn't even spend a week.

"He's in the bathroom, he'd be out in a minute." I scream and the knocking stops, was I supposed to say that? Lame excuse for not opening the door, I don't know if he wants them to come in or not.

"And who are you?" A voice I could recognise anywhere asked, Isaac Presley. I grin on impulse, I must be going nuts.

"He'd be out soon, hang on a little bit." I Forgive me for trying to impress him but.. shit I forgot I looked like crap.

The heck.. what am I going to do? I can't have them seeing me this way. It's a very bad first impression.

An imaginary bulb goes off in my head, I should change into my school wears. Hold on a sec, it would be obvious to Kyle I'm tryna impress them. This is so horrible, I can't let them see me in baggy sweat pants and a ridiculous red shirt.

Without giving another thought I go into the opposite bathroom and change into my school outfit. Long sleeve cropped tee and my checkered skirt, I don't put the jacket on again. Mum would have killed me had I not worn the jacket.

I zip up my bag after folding my clothe in and take a whiff of my smell, at least I don't smell sweaty. I feel really crappy now, I spray my blue berry scented spray on my dress and try to fix my face up. I look like a horrible mess, I wonder what was going on in Kyle's mind while I was with him.

Lips horribly chapped,

Face pale,

Eyebrows scattered,

Acne in full display. Acnes are normal spare me.

Eish, I close my eyes and breathe out. I guess I'm not cut out for being hot at all.

I turn the tap on and splash a little water on my face and dry it out with a towel, I give my face one last look in the mirror and step out.

They are all head deep in a conversation, how long have I been in there?

"Have you found any girl yet?" Vincent, our schools current quarterback asks.

Do these guys ever look bad? The crew looks even better than before, reasons girls swarm around them. Who doesn't want a touch of beauty?

And Isaac, he looks even more tanned than before and still as handsome as ever. One of the wonders a half a week vacation performs. I sigh

Okay that's enough.. I'm beginning to sound pathetic. I straighten up and push the door open instantly all heads fly to my direction.

I nearly choke on my own spit, they looked alarmed for a second before their faces dissolved.

"Who is she?"

"She has a mouth I guess." That was Elon not wanting to blow things up for me.

What do I say first? Hi?

Elon bursts into a laughing fit as he reads my mind (obviously) and I frown, now I'm cross.

"Haley." I say before seating on the chair far from them.

"She looks familiar." "Yeah, from school." I reply Isaac forcing my grin back in, he just talked to me.

"Shit." He remembers his uncool bestie

Yay!

Feel the sarcasm?

"Yeah.. shit." I reply frowning. The rest of the gang exchange glances and let the matter end there. I have a feeling when I'm gone they'll talk about this.. more like about me, the shit.

"Yeah I forgot to add. Logan's coming." Vincent adds and lean into his chair.

"Sorry to disturb y'all." Sam burst through the door, wierd. She's back early and she didn't knock, she probably knew they were here. She scans the whole room and frowns

"Don't tell me Haley's been listening to the entire conversation." She drop her red clutch on a chair and frees her ponytail, is there an issue with my being here?

"I'll be in the living room." Reasons I really don't like Sam, she makes the line between middle class and rich very bold. I wonder if that's how they all are, maybe that's how they all are. I thought she was nice today.

I twist the door knob and step out of the room to receive fresh air void of irritating characters. Just as I'm about to bang the door I hear Isaac take an excuse to leave.

I shut the door quickly and make a beeline for the staircase. Is this how every girl feels when she's running away from who she likes? I also feel very stupid, why exactly am I running from him?

The whole heart beat escalation thingy, sweaty palms irrational thinking all happens and I nearly trip over on the floor, I'm in such a haste to nowhere.

I dash into the kitchen and try to even my breathe out. I'm pretty sure I lost him, pheew.

It has been a while since we spoke, considering all that money, class difference.

Unfortunately he catches up.

"Hey."

"Hi." I breathe out turning to him with a fake smile on my face.

"It's been a very long while." Short on words I nod and murmur a quiet yeah.

"I didn't even know you still attended Oakland." I scoff.

"Why? Because I'm too poor to afford the fees?" Isaac knew about my family's financial problems. Like I earlier said we were friends and all that.

"Fuck me, no Haley, it's.." "Don't Haley me." My face turns sour. I hop on the kitchen counter subconsciously.

"You know what.. I'm quitting this job." I jerk myself off the counter and make my way outside the kitchen. As I breeze past him he puts out his hand and grab my arm, and suddenly I feel like the girl in the movie.

"Hey I'm sorry." His soft voice makes me want to cry.

"Friends?" He stretches out his hands and I took it.

Considering the odds, this friendship wouldn't be smooth, there's a lot to Isaac I have no idea about but there's time to learn them.

"Friends." And to you all wondering if girls ever get friend zoned.. well this is me in friend zone lane.