The Secret The Cheerleader Doesn't... - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Cassie's Pov
"Get the fuck out! Get out!" She screamed, thrashing around as if she was coked out. I watched her, leaning against the wall across from her. When the nurses came, I told them to leave. At first they tried to report me and get me thrown out, but I was able to convince otherwise.
It wasn't cheap.
Suddenly she just stopped moving and went limp. Falling into her lap, she just moaned. It was interesting to me how childish she is at times. Some moments she looks like a serial killer and the next she's five years old.
'Explains my issues'
Yawning, I cover my mouth a bit, "Are you done?"
"What do you want from me?" She moaned.
"I already asked you my questions," I rubbed my eyes, "all you have to do is answer me."
She waited a bit, probably weighing her options. Continue to whine and fight - which means I stay here longer.... or give in. This will mark as my second day seeing her. I'm not expecting her to give in for another week at least. She's stubborn... would rather die than to give in.
One of the many traits I took on.
"Fine," she mumbled, taking me back.
"What?"
"Fine," she looked up, her eyes dull. She was tired... exhausted almost. She was laying before me, vulnerable. I could rip her apart and she wouldn't flinch. I could tell she had given in and was finally ready to tell me her past... to tell me the truth, "I'll tell you... but you have to listen to everything... everything."
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Hazel Winters's Pov
I was a very happy kid.
Me and my five older brothers would go play outside with our two labs: Marble and Kim. My brothers mostly played with Kim since she was the younger one. She would do fetch, chase, and tricks. My oldest brother loved playing dead with her. He said it was a 'very important trick'. I played with Marble.
Marble was around six years old. She wanted to cuddle and sleep - which was nice to me. My brothers were crazy; constantly wanting to wrestle, fight, or play war. They would pick me up and throw me around or they would team up and pick on me. Don't get me wrong, I loved it! I loved being around them and being the baby sister. I was spoiled by my dad... I was his princess! Well, Marble and I would lounge by this oak tree near the edge of the park while my brothers and Kim would go off in the field. Sometimes Marble and I would look for ladybugs and other times we napped. I used to bring a book and read it to her - well, act it out.
I was around 11 when I met James... James Winters.
"I recommend 1984," he loomed over me. I pulled down my book to get a good look at him. He had chestnut brown hair that was blowing around because of the wind. His eyes were as blue as the sky above us and he had a lot of freckles. "Though I'm not sure if you're smart enough to read it," he said.
"I'm smart!" I proclaimed, getting up. I frowned at him. How could he call me dumb when he doesn't even know me? Angry and wanting to get back at him, I yelled, "Well at least I'm not some shorty!"
"But a girl being tall is weird," he said, "boys don't like tall girls."
"Well... well," I fumbled around, hurt at his comments... but I didn't want him to know that, "girls don't like short boys! Short boys are ugly!"
"Well blonde girls are dumb."
"Freckles are stupid!"
"Blonde and blue eyes are basic."
"Boys who insult girls aren't ever getting a girlfriend!"
"Who said I wanted a girlfriend?" He asked.
I took a step back, shocked, "Are you... do you... are you... you know."
"What?" He asked, confused. I inched away from him, feeling weird. Dad always said homosexuals were bad and that if I ever come near one to run away. Apparently they hunt young kids and hurt them. "Are you asking if I'm gay?"
I nodded.
He burst into laughter. At first I was angry but the more and more he laughed, the more embarrassed I got. Maybe he isn't gay and I just misunderstood. "I'm not gay," he said, still laughing at me though, "I just don't want to date stupid girls."
"Why do you think girls are stupid?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
He thought about it for a moment and then said, "Because the girls in our school talk about stupid things like makeup, backstreet boys, and getting married. I think those things are stupid."
"So things you don't like are stupid?" I asked and he nodded, "Then the things you like are stupid to me."
He gawked at me, but then chuckled a bit, "I guess you aren't a stupid girl." I don't know why, but I was so embarrassed when he said that. I tried hiding into myself, but that just made me feel worse. He lifted his hand and held it out to me, "My name is James Winters. What's your name?"
Hesitatingly, I shook his hand, "I'm Hazel Smith... it's nice to meet you James."
"Nice to meet you too," he smiled and I turned even more red, "Hazel."
After that James ran back to his group of friends. They were all riding bikes and were impatiently waiting for him to return. I thought about him for a bit, going over our conversation. He was very smart... good at comebacks. He was also very cute... I really like his freckles.
"James Winters," I muttered, "Hazel Smith... Hazel...."
Hazel Winters.