Miracles Happen

Hope is just your average girl. She never wanted this sickness... She never truly believe in love... And now that she is going to encounter more things in life that she's never dreamed of the only question is this: How is she going to handle it?

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3. Chapter 3

I think this one will be shorter but enjoy anyways :) Don't be afraid to inform me about any mistakes :) ~S

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I woke today feeling tired, drained, and annoyed. I hadn't forgotten about last night, especially since it was the cause of my lack of sleep.

It wasn't until I started brushing my teeth when I realized it was another day of school. Another day of Tara. Another day of Michael. Another day of crabby teachers that never want to be there. Another day of Mr. Humpfry giving my grief. In fact, the whole school will be giving me grief because of what happened yesterday evening.

Another day of Cole.

Ever since last night, I've felt a little attached to him. He really did care last night, even if he started out being cocky about it. I ran my fingers through my hair then smelt it. The signature smell of Emerald Butter reached my senses. Lavender and strawberries. The product of which use to remind me of the moments with my mom, now reminded me of the one moment I had with Cole.

I hadn't told my Mom about him because she was the type of person who would as me a billion questions about one simple little thing. But as I thought about it, Cole wasn't simple, I could tell from the only day I spent with him.

The second thing that bothered me as I was about to leave the house was the essay Mrs. Williams gave us. I had been thinking to go see her before the other students entered the classroom before third period. I needed as much help as I could get. My Mother would be my second to last option, if it came down to it. Using one of Michaels relatives was my last, and considering I wasn't very happy with him, it was my dead last option. I was so clouded in my thoughts, that I didn't notice was about to bump into something--or I should say, someone.

I heard a gruff noise than my name. "Hope?"

I looked up at the shocked face that belonged to Cole. That expression quickly turned into smugness. "I understand that you can't get enough of me, but if you want it so bad I'll gladly show you upstairs." He winked suggestively at me.

I scowled in disgust. "Yeah, that'll be the day." I said sarcasticly.

His smile got larger. "Somebody fell off the wrong side of the bed last night."

"And somebody was thrown off a cliff when they were born."

He raised an eyebrow. "Moody are we? Do you ever laugh?"

It wasn't much of an insult, but considering my mood, I didn't take it very lightly. "Of course I laugh, just not when I'm with you. Now excuse me, but I've got first period to attend."

He wasn't finished. "But you much rather be with Michael and laugh with him right?" The way he said 'Michael' was the same way people might say 'disease'. He really didn't like him for reasons I couldn't understand. But I was shocked he mentioned him. He wasn't implying anything about sharing a joke with Michael. He was implying about how good a friend Michael actually was. He stepped towards me and he was so close that I could see hints of green in those pale blue eyes. "Don't think I forgot about last night so easily, Hope. I still smell like lavender after all." And he did.

 

 

Cole and I walked to school together. We didn't say a word towards each other because they're wasn't anything to say. But I liked the silence between us. It was almost peaceful--as peaceful as it can get when you were with Cole Reagan.

The thing was, Cole tended to stress me out a lot, which resulted with me thinking about him more frequently. Maybe that was his game, to get into our brains, more importantly, mine.

When we arrived at school, the act was in play. But the first person he confronted was one of the last person I wanted to see today.

When Michael saw us and started striding over, I lightly touched Coles arm. I could feel the ripples of strength underneath. "Please don't say anything stupid."

He looked down at me and smirked. "Why would I?"

"Because I'm with you, not him and I really don't want to talk to him."

He eyed me for a few seconds. I returned his stare. "So, when's the rabbit going to leave its hole?"

Before I could respond, Michael was in front of us. I didn't look at him but I knew very well that he was staring at me.

And Cole.

At me with Cole.

"Mornin' Hope." I didn't want to respond but I did it anyway.

"Hi." Just like that, instantly, he knew I was mad at him. I could feel the vibration of panic, worry and guilt all at once wafting off of him.

"Aw, no 'Hello, welcome to the neighborhood' for me?" Cole pouted. The smirk was evident.

Michael narrowed his eyes. "Why would I?"

"Because it's common courtesy, which is something you obviously don't have."

Michael laughed bitterly. "And you you do?"

I knew exactly where this was going. "Yeah, because at least I had the decency to wash the smoothie out of your girlfriend's hair." One point for Team Hope.

The air around us was tense and it was getting worse by the minute. I could feel his eyes on me. 'You told him?' "I would have--"

"Would have what, Michael? There was a lot of things you could have done, but they never happened." Michael was mad, but he didn't say anything. Why doesn't he say anything?

"Look," he said after a moment of silence. "I didn't know Tara was going to do that?"

I snapped. "The same way you didn't know I'd figure out about you and Tara, Michael Angelo?" I never used his full first name, and he knew I was pissed when I did because he didn't like when people used either.

Michael paled. Cole smiled smugly, but I was furious. "How did you--"

"It doesn't fucking matter how I found out! What matters is that you didn't tell me! We tell each other everything and now you're keeping secrets from me?"

"Hope--"

I cut him off again because I was on a role. "And not only that but in my time of need, you watched the whole catastrophe happen. Michael, you're my best friend, and if it were you who was the target, I would have been there to support you." And I repeated the words that Cole has spoken the night before and the words that been playing through my head the whole night. "Why didn't you for me?"

Michael started to rub his face with his hands out of frustration. "I don't know, Hope. I don't know why I did it."

"Did what? You didn't do anything from what I've heard."

Michael looked at Cole, irritated. "Okay, when has this been your problem? And why are you suddenly defending her? Yesterday it looked like you two were about to become gladiators and fight to the death."

"I'm just doing what you can't."

"Well maybe next time you can keep your filthy fucking hands out of our--"

"No." Both guys looked at me quizzically. "Cole's right."

Michael looked at me, hurt. Truly hurt this time. "What?"

"He did do the thing that you couldn't. Or what you suddenly couldn't do anyways. He has also hasn't been doing the one thing you have been the whole time: lying." In a reflexing puddle of water by my feet, I could tell my usual honey brown eyes were scary shade of brown. "And not ony that, Michael. The way you acted before everything happened... You acted different towards me."

He eyed me. "diffeent how?"

"Like... Like you..."

Cole rolled his eyes. "As if you wanted to kiss her or somethin' man." Wow. Way to drop the bomb shell.

Michael realized what Cole was implying. "I..."

I looked at him with my eyes beginning to water. "Let's go or we'll be late." By 'we' I meant Cole and I. I couldn't look at Michael anymore without almost breaking down and crying.

As we walked away from him, the air started to become less and less tense. Cole looked over at Michael behind him and I knew he was throwing his signature smirk in his direction. Then he turned around and put his arm around my shoulders. "No, please don't."

He smiled. "What's wrong babe?"

Cole had just started to boil what was finally just calming down. "Don't call me that!" I roughly shrugged him off. "I don't know what your game is right now but I prefer to be alone." Lie.

"Come on, Hope. You know you want my company." he said, showing me a dazzling smile.

"No. I don't. I don't need your help or anyones. Just leave me alone." I walked away before he could respond and for a second, I thought he listened.

Then I heard his voice, so distant but so close. "When is the rabbit going to come out of its hole?"

 

 

 

I arrived in my third period class five minutes before the bell rang, starting off a new school day. I needed answers, and I didn't have much time to get them.

Mrs. William was a petite African-Anerican woman who had two kids of her own and was one of the nicest and most prudent teachers in my school, LakerView Secondary. If there was anyone I would go to if I needed help other than my Mother, it would be her.

"Mrs. Williams?" I ask as I approach the teacher's desk. "Sorry to interrupt what you're doing."

"No, it's alright. I've got time for all my students." See?

"And I know I'm not supposed to be here until after second period, but I got a question about the new essay you gave us yesterday."

"Sure, go right ahead." Mrs. Williams said calmly. I always thought that Mrs. Williams had a really good taste un clothing. Everyday she was wearing something new and everyday I got more and more envious.

"Ask her to take you shopping." My Mom had said when I complained to her one day about the situation. But I stubbornly retorted that going shopping with your high school health teacher was weird.

Today she dressed a little more sophisticated, with a flowing purple skirt, a white see-through blouse, a thick zebra print belt, and a pale purple tank top behind the blouse. She had at least a hundred bangles on her wrist and a pair of silver stud earrings. "So, what was your question Hope?"

I sighed. "I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do for this assignment. I just can't seem to figure something out. So, I was wondering if you could help me, you know, give me a few pointers."

"Hope, why don't you sit down?" I sat down in the desk right in front of her. "Hope, you're a smart girl, you and I both know you are, and you're telling me no idea what so ever has crossed your mind? Not even the smallest feeling?" I shook my head. "Don't worry, it's understandable. I'm only going to tell you this...Wait."

"Wait?" That was it? I didn't have time to wait.

"Yeah. That's all you got to do. And I'm sure, by the deadline, you will have a nice topic to share with me and the class. I promise you."

"You sure? What if I run out of time?"

"I guarantee you, Hope," The teacher insisted. "Be patient with yourself. Ask for help like you're doing now. Josephine is bound to have some kind of answer or information to give you." My Mother and Mrs. Williams were also good friends. They went to university together. "You know, the connection doesn't necessarily have to be about cancer. Your relation should connect with the story in a different way. That's what makes connections special. And from your connections come emotions. After that, you'll be good to go. That's why I gave you guys so much time. It's all about the thinking and planning process."

I sighed again. Maybe she was right about the essay. I needed to give it a chance. It's just, time was an important topic in my life. You can never have too much time and you can never have too little either. And that was what messed with my brain. Ever since my Dad died.

When the bell rang through our silence, I sat up out of my chair and smiled at Mrs. Williams. "Thank you Mrs. W."

"Oh please, Hope. You know I'm always hear for you."

I smiled at her friendliness. It was something I needed after I left the classroom and something I was going to need today. 

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