Weeks later..
     School break was over, exams piled up and everything somewhat got normal. I ignored my mother the best I could. Any time I seen her, I wanted to question why she acted like some evil person. Me and Evan hung out very often after our talk. My mother thought it was weird but all I said was "I want to bond with my future step father," but really, I kinda liked Evan. Like him as in you know. I felt a little guilty, he's my mother boyfriend(kinda). And I don't think he sees me that why. He's 32 and i'm 20. Big age difference. No way would he see me that way. His younger sister is 20. So instead of suffocating myself with all these unwanted feelings, I shove it down and ignore it.
   Since school started, I've seen Dean on multiply ocasions. My morning classes and lunch. I always catch him starring at me with this evil glare. It makes me feel uncomforable, I never seen him like this. However, Selena says he's just going through a break up and he misses me, whatever. 
Afternoon 
   After lunch, Me and Selena sat on the red couches in the library. Selena had her big sliver headphones on studying a textbook for business class. I was rereading Death by Love again. As I was reading, I heard a BING, a notfication on my phone. I closed the book and took my phone out my sage green hoodie pocket.
??: miss you.
- who is this?
??: Dean 
- I'm blocking you AGAIN.
??: Please Hazel, I love you. I saw you today in you're cute green hoodie and skirt today. You look so cute. 
-Whatever Dean.
??: I see you re-reading Death By Love. Your favorite. I was the one who bought you that book. 
   My heart started racing, hands sweaty. I looked around but only the staff was around. I closed my book and put it in my tote bag. I tapped on Selena making her take off her headphones. "We have to go," I said frantically looking around. 
"Are you okay? What happened?" Selena closes her book and puts it in her purse. She looks at me worried. I sighed and nodded. "I'm fine, I just want to be home in time for dinner." I said. I didn't want her to worry about the texts. If anything someone could be pranking me. 
Later that day
   I got home just in time for dinner. My mother cooked my favorite, lasagna. I put my school stuff away and washed up before being seated at the dinner table. My mother sat at the end of the table, she wore a long slowly skirt and a halter orange top. For the first time in a while, she had straighen her hair and curled the bottoms. Her hair flowed down to her back. Her hair is longer then mine when straighten. Whenever I straighten my hair, it goes to just a little past my shoulders, but I like my hair that way. Evan walks in the dinning table with a bowl and my second  favorite,Texas toast gralic bread. He wore his basics, dress shirt and dress pants. Compared to my mother and Evan, I dressed completely differently. My mother thanked Evan for bringing the bread to the table and she started making her plate. Evan and my mother started backing having a couple conversations. No flirting but friendly. I hear them at night watching TV. I like to think my mothers heart soften and now their friends. But when I ask Evan, he says that being kind makes situations better. 
    "Thank you for cooking mother," I thanked her taking a big bite from my plate. "You are welcomed sweetie, how was the university?" She asked taking a sip of her wine. 'It was boring, just work work work. But the lunch was good I guess," I shrug. "How about you guys?" I asked both my mother and Evan. "Well, I had a great day. I finished up my album, so I have my photoshoot tomorrow for the cover. Once that's done in two weeks the album will be posted!" She cheered. I smiled and congratued her but really I felt sad. When the album is posted, Evan leaves right after. I won't see Evan anymore. "I had a good day as well, the business meetings were boring per usual but I got a collaboration with Prada so that's good." Evan broke the silence. I looked over at him and he winked at me joking around. I smiled. "I think i'm going to stay home from school tomorrow. I'm pretty caught up so I can miss a day." I said and took another bite of my food. "Hazel, no you cannot. College isn't high school. You cannot miss a day. The days will catch up to you and they'll kick you out." My mother said and took another sip of her wine. "Then i'll drop out. I just don't want to go to school and you cannot tell me what to do. I'm twenty years old." I scoffed. "Twenty years old with no income. You cannot drop out of college without knowing exactly what you're going to do next." My mom argued back. "You didn't go to college. And now you're a millionare. So what's the problem with me dropping out?" I asked. "You're father is the only reason I got rich so fast. He brought me to the top. Who is going to help bring you to the top?" She says. "Unlike you mother, I can be by myself." I fought back and stormed out to the backyard. Our backyard was so big and beautiful. A big garden surrounding the yard. A brown wooden fence separting the yard from the woods. A big deep pool, a pool deck with blue somewhat clear lounge chairs. A grill for cook outs every once in a year. It's a place I like to hide out whenever my mother's isn't gardening. I took my vape out my pocket and sat behind the bushes. I puffed it a couple times and closed my eyes controlling my breathing. "Hey," I turned around and seen Evan standing over me. "You okay?" He sat next to me and pulled out a cig. "Yeah. I'm just tired of her trying to control my life. All I said was i'm taking a day off from school, never did I ask for judgement. I like college. It gives me a plan for the future. So I don't have to rely on her for money. I can get a decent job and my future home. Simple things. I don't want 5 milion dollars and a big ass house like her," I sighed and scoffed. He just smiled and stared at me with his cig hanging from his mouth. And it made me feel better. I don't know how he does it, but he does. I shook my head and smiled. He lit his cig and puffed on it twice. "What happened at school for you not to want to go?" He asked. "I never said anything happened."
"But something did happened. Or you wouldn't be so quick to not go to school." He responded. "I don't wan't to talk about it."
I moved closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder and relaxed. He wrapped his arm around me and we just sat there for what it seemed like hours. I didn't want it to end even though the grass started to make my butt hurt. And when it got dark, the bugs came out. I still didn't move. I eventually fell to sleep on his shoulder. Not all the way though, I could still smell the grass, the smoke from his cig and him humming some song. I felt him pick me up and walk me upstairs. I heard a door open and then he placed me on my bed. When the door shut closed, I finally went to sleep. Oh how much I like him, but I know I can't. Everyday my feelings grew stronger. I don't know how long I can hold it.
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