The week went by with a blink of an eye and it was Friday again. As I try to prepare for finals, I also try to help Hernandez out as much as I can cause he's really tensed about a lot of subjects.
It's been a rough week and I've been dreading my own house and neighborhood. My house mainly for my mum cause we haven't patched things up yet and my neighborhood.. for Noah, it's like he's also avoiding me as much as I've been avoiding him.
I sigh as I look down at my sketch book. The unfinished work looks right back at me.
"Is that a cat?",
I look up to see a brunette covered in a beige sweater with thick rim glasses staring down at me. I'm starting to think she changes the lenses occasionally.
"Oh uh yeah", I say.
"Kinda looks like Pepe",
I look behind Callie to see a buzz cut boy wearing a double sleeved shirt and baggy jeans. Guess he's finally wearing normal clothes.
"Who's Pepe?", Callie asks as they both take a seat on the bleachers. Hernandez moves to sit next to me causing a slight bend to appear on Callie's eyebrows.
"My cat", he answers as he stuffs his burrito into his mouth. Surprisingly, he likes food just like me but there's no sign of it. Does he workout? Or does he just have fast metabolism?.
"Oh..", Callie says then gets closer to see the sketch book, "Yeah she looks kinda fat".
"Nah, Abby's just being nice, she's fat as hell", Hernandez reassures her as he chews.
I nudge him, "Stop body shaming her".
He wipes the corner of his mouth with his sleeves and with a full mouth he sincerely says, "Sorry".
I look down at the drawing, "Say that to Pepe".
"So..", I trail, breaking the silence that had ensued, "How's um your dad?".
"Well that's the oddest thing to ask", she says then adds, "But I'm pretty sure he's doing super great since he's having so much fun destroying my life".
A solid frown takes over her demeanor and I regret bringing her dad up.
"I'm sure he just wants the best for you", I slowly say and she scoffs.
"Yeah no", she says discarding her lunch to the side. Must have lost her appetite.
"You guys have been so moody since that party", Hernandez says and we turn to him with bitter looks. "How bout we lighten the mood, head somewhere after school".
"I can't", Callie painfully admits. "I'm grounded",
"Shoot", he says then looks at me so I shrug. "How familiar is your dad with Abby?".
Callie and I exchange confused looks.
**
"This isn't gonna work, I'm going to get into bigger trouble", Callie says for the umpteenth time.
"We heard you the last ten times negative Nancy", Hernandez says, rolling his eyes as he imputes the numbers into his phone.
"Abby tell him this isn't going to work", Callie holds on to me giving my arm a slight shake.
"Hernandez maybe this isn't-",
He cuts me off with a finger on his lips. Hernandez clears his throat as we hear a hello from the other side.
"Hello..", Hernandez's deep voice rings into our ears and leaves our jaws on the floors. Why does he sound like Michael B fucking Jordan?.
Callie squeezes my arm as her eyes widen in shock.
"Am I speaking with Mr Jefferson?", he asks and there's a dreamy look on Callie's face as she watches him. I don't blame her, he sounds really hot.
"Yes, who is this please?", Mr Jefferson asks.
"This is Callie's homeroom teacher",
"Oh Mr Glenn was it?",
"Uh..", Hernandez trails raising a brow at us. Callie nods. "Yes".
"I'm calling to inform you that Callie hasn't joined a club as the school requires and the reason is a bit outrageous", he says and I hold a laugh.
"And what's the reason?", Mr Jefferson asks sounding agitated.
"The reason she says, is because you grounded her", he tells him.
"Oh.. oh my God, why would she say that?",
"Did you or did you not ground her Mr Jefferson?",
Callie and I look at each other holding giggles. What is this? A court room?.
"I did but that doesn't mean she can't join a club", he says then let's out a sigh. Man's tired.
"Well please be notified that she will be joining one today and therefore will be coming home a little late, she says you get worried a lot so I'm ensuring her safety with one of her classmates you're familiar with",
"Her classmate? Who's that?",
"Abby Flenory", he says then makes quick eye contact with me.
"Oh Abby, well that's okay.. but what time will it end?", Mr Jefferson asks and Hernandez looks at us both.
I shrug, "Eight?",
"That's too late, seven", Callie whispers.
"It depends sir", Hernandez says not taking any of our suggestions.
"On what?",
"On the club she chooses",
"Well what club is she choosing?", Mr Jefferson asks sounding impatient now.
"That's up to her Mr Jefferson, have a nice day", Hernandez says then ends the call.
He sighs, "Geez, my dad would have said whatever ages ago".
"I can't believe that worked", Callie says and Hernandez smirks.
"Told you to trust the process", he winks and she smiles. I awkwardly look away.
"Uh.. so what now?", I ask.
"Well, does any of you get sea sick?",
Callie and I exchange looks yet again.
**
"You own a yacht?!", Callie yells in question. I move away from her, covering my ears.
"No, my dad does", Hernandez says casually as he helps us get into his dad's large yacht.
"Same thing", she exclaims looking around in fascination. Her eyes land on me. "Why do you not look surprised by this?".
"Uh I.. I'm shocked actually, just keeping calm", I say and I hear a snicker from Hernandez.
"So, what do people do on a yacht anyway?", he asks with furrowed brows.
"I don't know, you're the rich one", I say with a shrug just as the yacht starts moving.
"Rich?",
"Well he must be to own this yacht", I say and she looks at him. I have a feeling he doesn't want a lot of people to know his financial status.
He shrugs at her, "Like I said, my dad".
"So.. Champagne anyone?", he asks and we nod.
"Sure",
"Yeah",
Hernandez snaps both fingers and a man comes with a round tray, holding a champagne bottle and three wine glasses.
"Get comfy", he tells us so we take a seat on the white couches.
The man serves us, pouring us each a glass of champagne.
"A light meal and some music", Hernandez tells him.
"Yes sir", he says heading back to the kitchen. Sir? How rich is his dad though?.
"This is my first time on a yacht", Callie blurts.
"Me too", I added. "Is this what it's like to be rich?", I ask Hernandez lifting my glass and he laughs.
"Oui oui", he says and we laugh.
"I thought you were gonna go for British but okay",
A slow song starts to play and it takes me back to the night Hernandez and I kissed. I look up from my champagne to see his eyes on me. He felt it too.
I breath out.
"Wanna dance?", he asks me.
"Yes",
His eyes dart to Callie who answered the question, "Oh uh..", he trails looking over at me.
I give out a tight smile.
"Okay", he stretches his hand out to her and she gladly takes it, dropping her glass on a stool beside the couch.
"Um.. I'm not really good", she says and I'm wondering why she said yes. I mean, it was clear he was talking to me wasn't it?.
"It's okay, just.. follow my steps", he says and I watch as she places both arms around his neck while his hands find it's way to her waist.
I'm pretty sure that's easy to hold on to.
I look away sipping my champagne.
"Sorry", Callie apologizes as she steps on Hernandez.
"It's okay", he softly says leading her back and forth before spinning her around and bringing her right back to him.
They're closer this time, holding each other's gaze. I'm glad when the server comes pulling them away from whatever was going on.
"Oh the food's here", Hernandez says. Yeah albeit.
"Thank God", I mutter placing my glass down.
After the little 'light meal' which was basically nachos and guacamole. We had more champagne and decided to play Monopoly since the board game was on board.
Hernandez won all the rounds because apparently he's been playing since he was six. The only game I knew at that age was Marco polo.
It was past seven and we lay down on the floor looking at the sky. It was beautiful at night time in the water.
The stars look so pretty. I let out a small sigh when I remember Noah and I on the beach. Can't believe he traced the stars to get a tiara.
"You look happy sad", Hernandez whispers to me and I heave a sigh, loudly this time.
"Does this yacht club ever end?", I ask and Callie's eyes widens.
"Oh my God, I need to get home", she says, quickly getting up from the wooden floor.
"Yeah, you can tell your dad it's a yacht club", Hernandez chuckles and I snort.
Callie gives us 'really' looks so we clear our throats and get off the floor. Hernandez looks at me.
"I guess the yacht club does end".