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?


4. Chapter 4

Urg. I felt that this chapter took everything out of me. Opinions welcome. Well, enjoy :) ~S


After my first period class, I was still thinking about the advice Mrs. Williams gave me. The problem with asking my Mom for help on the essay is because of my deceased Father.

When he had died, she almost went into a depression sometimes many young widowed women face: drugs and alcohol included. The only reason why she hadn't is because she had me. I was her backbone. I'm always there for my Mother and even though I was mourning for him too, I had to be strong for my Mom's sake.

Asking my Mom for help might bring back memories and I never liked it when she was upset.

As I was deep in my own thoughts I didn't notice that someone was already by my locker waiting for me.

Michael was there by my locker and I was so tempted to turn around and go the other way to my second period class but the problem was my books were in there. I really didn't want to face Michael that moment, considering I was still very mad at him. I also didn't want to hear what he had to say. Honestly, I probably would forgive him in the future, but right now I wanted to be mad at him for as long as possible. I had a feeling that if Cole was with me right now, forgiveness wouldn't even cross my mind. It was amazing how easily he could change my mind with only his presence.

As I got closer and closer to Michael, I prepared myself for some big speech, like the one I made this morning.

"Hey." he said quietly, trying hard to keep eye contact with me. He felt guilty, I knew it, but I wasn't about to let go so easily. I was stubborn that way.

I spared one annoyed glance at him then turned towards my locker, which he was standing right in front of. "I need to get to my locker." I muttered.

"Not until you talk to me." He was a stubborn one too. You know that saying 'opposites attract'? Michael and I weren't opposites, we were the same, even if we weren't blood related, and we still attracted.

"Michael I'm going to be late for class." I said, this time with a slightly rougher tone. Michael shook his head. I deeply sighed outwardly and looked around at the passing students. Surprisingly, I hadn't gotten tormented as much as I thought I would after the incident yesterday. "What Michael?" I asked, frustrated. I really didn't like being late for class. "What do you want to talk about? There's nothing left to say."

I tried pushing my way through to get to my locker but Michael always was stronger than I was and he stayed in his place. It was like moving a boulder on your own.

All those god damn sports he does...

"Yes, there is Hope. Just Listen to me!"

I stopped struggling. No matter how mad he was at me, he never yelled. It surprised me this time he had. When he realized that he had my attention, his shoulders relaxed. "I honestly don't think there are any words to describe how completely and utterly sorry I am, Hope. I am your best friend, and for the past few days, I haven't been acting like it. I've played with your brain, your heart and I've been lying behind your back. I don't even know how you are ever going to be able to forgive me."

"I don't know how I'm going to forgive you either, Michael." I said. I was pissed. He was begging for my forgiveness too early.

He continued. "I've been a complete ass hole and you of all people shouldn't have to deal with people like me." His brow furrowed. "Like Cole."

"What do you mean, like Cole?" I asked, my eyes narrowing. Why was he suddenly entered in this conversation?

"What's going on between you two? It makes no sense how you can be so ready to tear each others throats out one minute and then the best of friends the next." That's what he was doing. Subject change. Blame change. I've seen him do it before. It was his loophole to finding a truce between your fighting opponent. I never liked it when he did that. I always scolded him to be a man and own up to his own problems without bringing someone else along for the ride. And now he was using his loophole on me. I was furious.

"I can't believe you! Don't bring Cole into this! This is between you and me, Michael. No one else."

"You didn't hesitate to bring Cold into it this morning." Michael said darkly. But he was right. I hadn't hesitated to keep Cole by my side. But that didn't stop me from holding my end of the argument.

"Well maybe next time you can bring Tara into it and then it will be even, wouldn't it?" I spat.

Michael rubbed his hands on his face. "There isn't anything going on with me and Tara."

He wanted to go back to lying now, did he? "Oh really? You weren't so quick to object this morning."


"No!" I paced back and forth. I couldn't think straight. So many thoughts furiously went through mind, I thought I was going to scream. I walked back towards him and got really close and into his face. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you never ever were in a relationship with Tara." I gave him a deadly stare to let him know that I was serious.

He was looking at me right in the eyes and I seriously thought he was going to do it. "I..." But he turned his head away.

That made me even angrier. "You know what you are, Michael?" I was still in his face. "You're a coward. Out of all people on this planet, you hurt me. We made a pact, Michael, that we would never hurt each other or the ones we loved. And now, you've gone and done the one thing that you promised you wouldn't and you can't even own up to it." I roughly poked him in his shoulder as I said these two words, "A coward."

I could see the top of his head beaded with sweat. "You know that's not true." he said. He was right, of course.

"And you know very well that it is!" But I was right too.

It was his turn to pace around like a maniac. "Okay, okay! Fine! Yes, I've been secretly dating Tara, but I ended it the day before yesterday happened. We were only together for a week!"

"Wow, Michael, only a week." The sarcasm in my voice was dripping as easily as water.

"You know what? Have you ever thought that maybe I would have told you but didn't know how? I hate that was the way you found out and I feel terrible that I let it go that far. I had thought that if I ended it early, nothing would spread. But I guess Tara couldn't keep her mouth shut and told the whole school what happened before we broke up." his cheeks were slightly tinted.

Oh my God. "You didn't--"

"No! No, Hope I wouldn't." That may never had happened, but the thought of Taras lips on Michaels made me want to throw up in the nearest water fountain.

"Well it doesn't matter if you were together for a week or two days! You still lied to me, acted if there was nothing going on!"

"And I'm sorry!"

"No you're not!"

We stared at each other for what seemed like eternity. Michael rubbed his face again. It was what he did when he got frustrated. He told me that the tiny stubbles on his chin would scrape his hands, tickle him, then eventually calming him down a bit, which I thought I thought was the weirdest thing on earth. "Honestly Hope, why do you have to be such a--"


He dropped his hands and really looked at me. "You know I wasn't going to say that."

"Yeah, but you were thinking it." For the first time in this fight, my eyes started to tear up. "I've told you, Michael. After my Dad died, I didn't want to lose anyone I loved again, and I feel that I'm losing you too."

Michael was shaking his head furiously, his brown locks faintly moving from side to side. "No, you aren't going to lose me."

"Maybe, but you might lose me."

Silence. I didn't know if what I said was true. It had sounded true in my head, but now it sounded only falsely true. 



The bell rang. I was late for class. I pushed him away from my locker and he stumbled backwards. I quickly opened my locker, grabbed my stuff, and slammed it shut.

I glanced at Michael who was still recovering from the fact that I had actually pushed him. "Bye." He's lucky I even said that to him as I walked away.



"Hope Rodriguez. You're late." said Mrs. Pickering, my chemistry teacher.

"I'm so sorry..." I mumbled.

She looked at me for a moment, a hand hovering over the detention box where she kept her detention slips. Great. Another detention for me.

But then she examined my blotchy pink eyes and decided not to. That was what I loved about Mrs. Pickering. She may be strict, but she was understanding.

"Hope." I turned to my name. Lucy was motioning for me to come over and sit beside her, smiling brightly. I faintly smiled back at her, because she had left me to suffer at the Juicy Factory. But I couldn't really be mad at her because she gave me information to me that I would have probably never known about.

That wasn't true. Tara would try in all her power to tell me and to see me suffer, like I was now.

"Hey I saw you in Mrs. W's class this morning. What were you doing in there?" she asked. I was too lost in thought to answer her question right away.

I was still thinking about Mrs. Williams advice about how I would need patience in order to finish the assignment that was handed to us. I was also thinking about Michael and our second fight of the day. Maybe the whole time an waiting advice not only meant for my essay, but it has a deeper meaning too. About Michael, Cole and maybe even Tara.

I smirked. Okay, that was funny. I've given Tara time, it's run out.

I also thought about what it must feel like to lose someone that you've loved for so long. I wasn't prepared to lose Michael. I didn't think that this fight was worth costing me that much.

These were the thoughts that were travelling through my mind while Lucy was trying to get my attention.

"Hope?" I turned towards her.


She eyed me. "Are you okay? You seem a little pale."

I felt my face as if was able to feel the colour if my skin. "Oh. Yeah, I'm alright."

There was silence between us as we copied down the notes Mrs. Pickering was quickly writing down on the board. Lucy cleared her throat. "You know, if something is bothering you, I don't mind giving you some help."

I grind my teeth together in my closed mouth. I was trying really hard not to snap because Lucy didn't deserve it and I was still in the mood I was in not too long ago. "I'm fine." I grumble.

She chuckled. "You're obviously not okay, Hope. I can tell. Your eyes always turn a complete different shade of brown when your angry." Well if I be damned.

I sighed. "Can you please, just leave it alone, okay?"

But she pressed on. "Does it have to do with Michael?" How the fuck did she know? "Someone told me that you guys were having a heated fight by your locker. Someone else told me that they saw you, Michael and that new guy, Cole, all fighting this morning." Does she work for the CIA or something? "Does it have anything to do with what happened yesterday?"

After she asked that, my cool started to waver. "Yes, Lucy, it has a lot to do with last night and what has been happening the last few days apparently." I said bitterly.

"Shit. I should have never told you about Michael and Tara. I-"

"No, I'm really glad you told me. I probably still wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me."

She was silent for a moment. Then she sighed. "Okay, to be honest, it may seem that I like Tara but I honestly hate her guts." I snorted. "I do! And I'm going to tell you this. Tara has told me some of the things that has happened between her and Michael and it turns out that she was blackmailing him the whole time."

My anger dissipated and was replaced by confusion. "Blackmail?"

Lucy nodded her head. "Blackmail."


She smiled faintly. "It actually involved you."

I turned to completely face her. If I was confused before, now I felt like Einstein getting confused. "Go on..."

"Well," Lucy shuffled in her seat. "She told me that she and Michael were talking--well, she technically forced him to talk to her--and she told him if he doesn't go out with her, she was going to hurt you."

I laughed out loud, which could have gotten me in trouble. "Tara? Harm me?" Just saying that out loud made me laugh even harder. "By doing what?"

But Lucy looked at me seriously. "Don't underestimate her, Hope. She knows people." I could tell by her expression that was seriously telling the truth.

"I'm not afraid of her, Lucy. She may know people but I don't need to know a teacher or a police officer to get them on my side."

She smiled at me. "She may have threatened you towards Michael, but honestly, it's an empty threat. The point is though, Michael only did it to protect you. You know how he is when it comes to you."

I sighed. "Yeah. I do."

Even though now I knew the truth about the whole scam, I couldn't face Michael after the things I said to him. I wanted to change the subject, so I asked Lucy about the advice Mrs. Williams gave me today.

"Lucy, Mrs. W said that all my problems with the essay can be solved with patience. Do you have anything to say about that? I was thinking about it, but I'm not a patient person and time is not something I take lightly, you know?" Lucy knew about my Dad's death. The whole state as well have known about it.

Lucy stopped clicking her pen. Then she looked at me, away from the board. "Okay, Hope. You don't need my help for that, or anyone's help for that matter. Think with your heart. Try to answer your questions with it." I always thought Lucy would be a famous philosopher in the future. "I know that you can figure out anything without anyone's help. I know your Dad passed away but it's time to let it go. Be free. You know that." She sighed. "Listen to your heart, Hope. Gut feelings are always good to go by. And use your brain, of course."

"Why are you telling me this?" I said, a little louder then I intended. Sorry Lucy.

"You asked for advice, and I'm giving it to you."

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry."

She could tell I was really stressed because she asked, "It's Michael isn't it?" I nodded. "Don't worry, Hope. Things will get better."

"But you don't understand." I said. "You didn't hear the things I said to him."

Lucy smiled pityingly. "Well," She smiled evilly. "Maybe someone could cheer you up."

I narrowed my eyes. "Like who, exactly?"

She sniggered. "Like Cole Reagan?"

I stared her in shock, but that quickly turned to annoyance. I didn't want her to get any ideas. "Cole would cheer me up. He'd just make it worse. You don't know him, Lucy. He's a pain in the ass."

"If he's such a pain in the ass, why did half the student body see you walking to school with him?"

I looked side to side nervously. "He's my new neighbour."

"I figured that. You were supposed to get a new one for ages now. But you could have easily walked to school on her own. Face it, Hope. As much as a pain in the ass he apparently is, you still like his company."

I opened my mouth to retort but nothing came out. Her evil smile became larger. "Ha."

"Shut up."

She patted me on the knee and said the words that everyone seemed to be telling me today. "Just wait and see."



That talk about Cole with Lucy got me thinking about him all the way to math class. During health earlier, I tried to not look at Michael as much as possible, but it was hard when I myself was guilty. I had accused him of something that wasn't technically his fault--to a certain extent anyway. But through the whole period (and lunch) I was torn between going to him and begging for his forgiveness and continuing to stay pissed at him. I was harsh, and left him there, speechless, wondering what has just happened.

Tara was also, unfortunately, in my math class, and I was definitely not saying anything to her.

When I entered into Mr. Humpfrys classroom--early--I noticed that Cole was already sitting in his seat. I took my spot beside him and he smiled at me. "Don't give me that." I said, annoyed about how he acted this morning. "I'm still frustrated with you."

"Really now?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Does the baby need it's bottle?"

"Shut up, Cole, not right now. I don't have time for that."

He smirked. "There is always time for Cole Reagan, if you hadn't figured that out yet."

I sighed. "Michael and I fought again."

His smirk fell from his face for a few seconds before it returned. Half returned. He was about to say something but he was interrupted by the last girlish voice I wanted to hear and who caused all this mess. "Hey, Cole." Tara purred. Oh my God she was going to flirt with Cole.

What. A bitch.

"Hey." he said smoothly. I could tell that he thought she was pretty. I thought he was going to go for it. I could honestly care less. But then he looked back at me and the look in his eyes said it all. He was asking for confirmation that this was Tara, the girl who should be set on fire. I nodded my head once and looked away.

"I just wanted to come over and sat welcome to the neighbourhood, and our school. I'm Tara." She held out her hand and Cole took it and shook it. "I was wondering," she took an evil glance at me. "Mr. Humpfry isn't here yet and it's so unfortunate that you have to sit here, in the front close to... Mr. Humpfry of course." Bull shit. She meant to say me. And I could tell 

Cole caught on, by the way he glanced at me again. What a twig. "There's an empty seat at the back. Come sit with us." I realized that Tara was still holding his hand. To be honest, that really did bug me.

"I'd love to." Cole said with that signature smirk.

Tara smiled triumphantly and this time really looked at me. "Come we can show you what happened--" But she was cut off because Cole and twirled her around and forced her to sit in his lap. She was giggling tremendously. Everyone was silent and watching now.

He looked her in the eyes and she tipped her chin up and parted her lips. It really did look like he was about to kiss her.

No Cole.

Please don't.

But at the last second his lips travelled to her ear and left her hanging. Then he whispered in her ear, but all of us could hear it because of the silence. "I am going to make myself perfectly clear. Stay away from Hope. She doesn't need slutty bitches like you to get in the way of her clear path. Stay away from Michael. Yeah, I know about your little blackmail." I slightly gasped under my breath. He KNEW?How? "Keep your filthy hands off him and especially her. I've only known her for a short time, and I can already tell who's the better person here. You broke a friendship purposefully and you know what? Jokes on you because it's going to be mended. And I swear to God, if your filthy hands even touches her, you'll be packing your bags and will be shipped on a cargo boat to another school on the other side of the world. Got it?" And with a smirk he added, "And you owe me a new bottle of Emerald Butter Dry Shampoo because of your little smoothie slip up last night." He pushed her off his lap and turned towards me, an evil grin on his face.

Tara looked ready to say something, but at that exact moment, Mr. Hunpfry walked into the class. If Mr. Humpfry was late, he was not in a good mood. "Tara!" She winced. "Why are you out of your seat?"


"It was a rhetorical question!" He dug into his desk, ripped a red slip, signed it and handed it to her. "I will be seeing you on Saturday at 8:00, Ms. Nolan."

That was the first time I ever seen Tara get detention. Ever. I literally laughed out loud. "Do you want to join her, Mrs. Rodriguez?"

"No, Sir."

He looked at me oddly for a second. "You're early, Hope." He looked at me over his bifocals. "Good work." And he started the lesson. Tara narrowed her eyes at us and I just stuck my middle finger in her direction and gave her a dazzling smile. She fumed and stalked away to the back.

Cole and I were quiet as we copied down the homework. Then I asked him what had been bugging me. "How did you know?"

"How did I know about what?" he asked calmly.

"About the blackmail."

He smiled and moved some of the black hair that covered his eyes. "Michael told me, believe it or not."

My eyebrows furrowed. "So he's able to tell you but not me?"

He chuckled. "I kind of had to force it out of him. You know. Man to man."

I laughed at that. If anything, Cole and Michael were somewhere in between.

His frown from earlier returned on his face. "What did you and Michael fight about exactly?" I told him the whole story, about how he cornered me at my locker and how I called him a coward and that he might be losing me as a friend. Then I told him about what I found out from Lucy right after. Cole listened to every word and when he did interrupt, it was just to say something like "Mhmm." or "Go on."

When I finished he looked me in the eyes. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know." I sighed. "He tried to get my forgiveness once. I doubt he'd want to try again."

He smiled faintly. He had a little scar on his upper lip that I've never noticed before. And by the he was looking at me I wanted touch it lightly with the tip of my finger. "Actually, that isn't true. The only reason why he told me what happened because he thought if you wouldn't listen to him, then maybe you'd listen to someone else you trust."

My eye twitched. "Michael thought I trusted you?"

"You do, don't you?" He stared at me straight in the eyes and I had to loop my feet around the legs of my chair to keep myself from pouncing in him. The truth was, I did trust him. From day one.

So, I decided to meet his contact. "Yeah, I do."

He smiled. He lay a hand over his chest and said, "You flatter me, really." I rolled my eyes. Typical. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For how I acted earlier. You were in rough waters with someone you really cared about and I could have ruined everything with my loud mouth."

I smirked. "Yeah you should be sorry. Jackass."

He looked at me, offended. "Hey, I am who I am." And winked.

I smiled at him. "Thank you. For everything."

He turned away from me and grabbed my hand in the process, squeezing it for a few seconds before letting go. "No problem."

Lucy was right. He did make me feel better.

And I didn't want him to let go.

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