Cliffhanger, huh? I know, I know, I ended it when her Click! Finally Clicked! Sue me. Lol, anyways, hope this chapter makes up for it! :)
Love,
Lauren:)
OMD: Okay, first off, I JUST realize that OMD stands for Oh My Damn… right? Lol, anyways, yes, you can! I would if she was real! I know, I know, kill me, kill me, but this chapter makes up for it! :)
"W-what?" I asked sheepishly. Cassandra smirked and stepped even closer, causing me to stumble backwards.
"Just stay away from him, alright, or I'll tell." She threatened. I raised an eyebrow and somewhat confidently stepped closer as well.
"Tell who?" I asked. She smirked again and stepped closer.
I stumbled backwards.
"Jack." I peered my eyes and moved away from her, towards the door.
"Wait… he doesn't think we're related?" I questioned. She smiled again and continued looking around for something on his desk, a paper I suppose.
"He's joked about it, but not seriously, at least… for now…" I scoffed and picked up my books and bag from the desk that I put them on.
"Cassandra, he's my teacher, and not my dad, I'm going to see him." I tried to explain, sneaking in a "He's not my dad!". She looked back up at me and smirked.
"Change classes." She instructed. My eyes went wide.
"No!" I returned, taking her aback. "No I'm not going to let you blackmail me!" She smiled again.
Evilly.
"Oh, you're going to change classes, or I'm going to make your mother change them for you." I raised an eyebrow.
"My mother?" I questioned. She smiled and held her hand to her head, sort of shaped like one of those telephone things that all the important buildings have now.
"Hell, Miss. Dawson? Yes, I'm Carol Anne, the secretary at your daughter's school, yes Laurel has been flunking her art class terribly and I'm afraid we need to change her classes so she's with students at her level." She said in a fake, old woman's voice. I looked at her with disgust as a few loose tears slid down my face. I wiped them away quickly, hoping to show her I was tougher than that and that this wouldn't bother me… But I think I failed. I threw my bag over the shoulder and headed out the door.
"Oh and Laurel," she said. I stopped in the doorway. "I think it's best if you don't tell Jack I was here." I shut my eyes tight as a few more tears rolled down my cheeks, and walked out the door quickly to my home room.
When the bell rung a while later, and I caught up to Kara and James in the hallway, I tried my best to avoid them.
"Laurel!"
Damn.
James came running over to me and gave me a large hug, throwing off our balance which caused us to rock back and forth.
"My god I was so worried about you!" I frowned and breathed in the smell from his jacket.
It smelt like him.
A mix between his father's cologne and the hand soap in their bathroom.
"I'm fine James." I informed him. He pulled away slowly and raised an eyebrow.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. I looked away, trying to forget this morning, and smiled awkwardly.
"No, no I just, I have to run to the office real quick." He smiled and let go of our now, somehow, interlocked fingers.
"Alright, see you in art." He said. I frowned and headed towards the office.
"Not exactly," I mumbled.
I walked into the office and over to the front desk.
"Uh, hi," I said to the woman sitting at the desk. "I, I need a class change." She smiled and raised her glasses. Her dark hair glistened as she swiveled her chair over to the filing cabinet and her plaid skirt scrunched up ever so slightly.
"Name please sweetheart." She instructed. I smiled and tucked a loose curl, that had fallen out of my pony tail, behind me ear.
"Laurel Dawson." I said. She smiled and grabbed my folder.
"Class?" she asked. I frowned and raised my bag higher over my shoulder.
"Uh, art. I just need it changed to the other art class. Um, I guess, advanced or something. Just the class with the other teacher." I managed to say in a flustered state. She looked me over quickly and furrowed her brows.
"Alright," she said reluctantly as she made a little mark on my schedule with a red pen. "There, you're all set. Just give this note to Mr. Dawson explaining the change." She stuck out the note towards me, but I just looked at it.
"Can, can you give it to him?" I asked, trying to hold back tears. It hurt so much to change classes. I really didn't want to hurt Jack's feelings, but I didn't want to hurt them even more with Cassandra's little fable of our "relationship".
Father and daughter…
What a load of crap!
"Um, sure." She said hesitantly as she stuck the note in the pocket of her white silk blouse. I smiled and turned on my heel and out of the office.
Jack's POV:
I looked around on my now cluttered desk, however it had gotten that way, and grabbed the roll call list. Laurel had left relatively early this morning, but she never told me if she was alright, so I guess I'd just ask her in a bit.
"Alright," I said as the kids started to settle down in their seats. "Let's go with roll call." I called off quite a few names, when I got to Laurel's.
"Laurel," I said as I looked up from my seat and over to James, Kara, and… and James and Kara.
"Laurel?" I said again, mostly to myself now. James and Kara both had on the same confused faces as I did and they remained that way as I continued to stand up.
"You guys, you guys don't know where she is?" I asked. James and Kara both shared weird looks.
"She was here this morning," James explained. "But she was acting kind of odd." Suddenly, Miss. Lane from the office appeared in the doorway.
"Mr. Dawson, may I speak with you for a moment?" she asked as her glasses fell down slightly on her nose. I gulped and nodded, still wondering about Laurel, and walked out into the hall.
"This is for you." She said as she handed me a yellow slip of paper. I read it over quickly and furrowed my brows.
"A class change?" I wondered, again, mostly to myself. "Why would Laurel want a class change?"
"I'm not quite sure," she said, not realizing that I was talking to myself. "But I think the main reason was because she wanted different teachers… that's how it seemed, anyways." I looked up at her in a very confused state.
"What?" I asked angrily. She shook her head and frowned.
"I'm, I'm sorry Mr. Dawson, but I, I really don't know." I nodded and watched as she walked back down the hall. I ran my fingers through my hair and leaned against the wall, sighing angrily and frustratingly.
A class change…
What the hell?
I mean, after I got her art into the museum, and talked to her about her family issues, and brought her home when she broke her foot, and talked to her about Cassandra, and brought her home when she was out! And nursed her better, and talked to her some more, and talked to her about Rose… Rose! I told NO ONE about Rose, not even Cassandra, I mean, it took a lot for me to talk about Rose to Laurel, but I felt like I could. I felt something between us that made me think Rose wouldn't mind. And I mean after all of that she didn't want to see me any more…
WHAT THE HELL?
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