The Deal With Him

Hailey"No no no. Please Mrs Glennson anything but that." I pleaded already knowing there was nothing else I could do. I could drop to my knees and swear I'd pay her with my first born and she still wouldn't drop it. She was like that. Once she's made her mind up to something there was nothing I could do to change it. Nor me, not anyone. "I'm sorry miss Grace but all the remain departments are covered." the English teacher -aka Roosevelt Daily's redactor- pretended to analyse the list with different tasks, but we both knew she indeed wasn't. "I get that you just have a really stressful week with your... father's situation, but the first student that applies is the one that got the topic." she lifted one shoulder as I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. "We always work like that, now don't we?"One of the worst things about having my mother as the school's counselor, was that she befriended the entire teacher body. Not only that, they know about my personal life almost as much as mysel

Hailey/ Four months ago /"Tell me again what are we doing here?" I asked hesitantly tugging the hem of my dress so it covered almost 'till my knees. I was fine with what I was wearing half an hour ago, when I was casually hanging on Vickie's room, but now looking at the underwear some girls had the nerve to call skirts I get insecure.I was completely out of my comfort zone, in the middle of the dancing, drunk crowd. Don't get me wrong, I like parties, but more like chill ones. With music, friends and maybe some drinks. But this looked like one of those sin cities God get rid of on the Bible. The music was way too loud, the air smell funny, and I swear if I hadn't already seen five couples having dry sex on the dance floor I'd seen none."I'd told you." Vickie pulled me along with her, not comfortable either. "Bear will pay for my poor garden."Bear and Vickie had the most complicated relationship I've ever witnessed. They'd been neighbours forever and I believe at some point they w

Hailey"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. Sorry! I'm late-" I kept apologizing as I made my way -fast way- down the mall towards the street. People glared at me as I passed them, but I couldn't help it, I was LATE.Well, you may think I could have helped it by not being late, right? It isn't that easy. This morning I got a call from Sophia, the owner of the ice-cream shop where I work three afternoons per week and one day of the weekend. Apparently her daughter got appendicitis over the night and needed someone on the shop at noon until her sister made it here and I could leave. The joke? She was late, so now I was late. And considering how rude I was to Nate yesterday me being late would be unforgivable and might cost me the whole interview.Gawking I halted the moment I reached the front doors, glaring hard at the aggressive rain pouring mercilessly. Damn! When did a sunny day turned into this? I didn't even have an umbrella with me! For no having, I hadn't even picked up my jacket due

Hailey/ Four months ago /MATT: Who's this friend?I stared at the text for a long second, wondering whether I should respond or not without knowing the reason of my hesitation.HAILEY: HerondA loud thud from outside Letty made me jump and when I looked up didn't see the quarterback around.Oh, shit.Not waiting for Matt's reply I get out as well and followed the direction drunken Nate had stumbled towards."Nate?" I heard curses and went in that direction. "Where are you- Oh." I had to halt abruptly not to step on his waist.He was laying there, on the grass, ten feet away from the bench of the viewpoint where we could see all the city lights beneath, almost as bright as the amount of starts hovering us.I got to give it to him, this was such a great spot.I frowned, carefully sitting by his shamelessly sprawled frame. "You scared me." I mumbled, not sure he was here or lost in his own thoughts for the intensity in his eyes as he glared the sky. "I thought you might have fallen or

Hailey"So you've finally decided to show up." a harsh voice startled me and I stopped mid step and raised my gaze from my bag just as Logan Dawson stepped in, frowning down at me. "Well, hi." I smiled, but he didn't return it. Instead, he was sizing me down. "Mm, how was the convention?""Well, considering I lost a once in a lifetime interview for that..."I rolled my eyes, hanging the backpack properly now with my notebook and pen in hand. "Don't be melodramatic. It's just one interview. I was practically forced to take it.""Oh, you surely were.""Hails?" Ted called me from the second row, finally noticing I wasn't following since I had been caught at the bottom of the bleachers. Now that I noticed, we were kinda obstructing the flow of incoming students. I blushed a bit, but at Logan's expression I knew he wasn't done. "Go take a seat with Shane and Taylor." I told my brother and moved aside to let a couple climbed up the steps. "I'll be there in a bit.""Okay..." he hesitate,