LIKE YOU MEAN IT
CHAPTER NINE !

"SO YESTERDAY WAS FUN." That was the first thing that Eleanor Hewitt uttered when she slid across the linoleum floor of her high school hallways, right up next to Hazel who had been digging through her locker.

Apparently, Mrs. Callahan needed to talk to her daughter which resulted in the woman calling Hazel mere minutes after she and Nell had—done the deed. Hazel had grumbled the entire time as she gathered her clothing, shoving it back on in complete annoyance. She didn't want to go back home yet, she didn't want to face her mother yet.

            Instead of talking to Nell, of discussing what they were to each other now, she had to rush home where she'd had the briefest conversation with her mom before she was forced to endure listening to the squeaking of her mother's mattress and the grossest sounding moans from her and the ball boy.

            All. Night. Long.

            An awkward sounding and quite nervous giggle tumbled from Hazel's lips as she slowly closed her locker. "Really fun, very fun in fact. Could probably do it again."

            Great going, Hazel, the girl had thought to herself. Make yourself look desperate. For some reason, despite the fact that they'd had sex only the day prior and it had been quite enjoyable for the pair, Hazel seemed convinced that Nell would pull away. The fact that the Hewitt girl had ran for the hills after their first kiss didn't help her concerns.

            "You wanna?" Nell jokingly questioned her—what were they now? She didn't know. There was a time and a place for that and now as she jested wasn't it. She continued to feign seriousness as she glanced around with a shrug. "I mean, we could probably find an empty closet or classroom. It's not as if anyone actually teaches in this school."

            How she managed to maintain her composure was beyond her as she felt ready to laugh at any minute. The flustered blush that painted across Hazel's face and the quick paced, nervous pants that fell from her lips were so incredibly endearing. Nell found herself just wanting to pull the girl into her arms and never let her go.

            "W-well, I don't—"

             Nell chuckled. She reached out a hand, grabbing hold of Hazel's before intertwining their fingers. Very reminiscent of their first time holding hands at the fair. "Hazel, relax. I'm fucking with you. I don't actually want to hook up in a closet." She confirmed with a smile.

An immediate sigh of relief from Hazel filled the air. Her free hand fell upon her racing heart as she laughed out, "Thank god. I mean, not that I didn't want to. It's just that this school is gross and I don't really want to catch anything."

            The two girls began walking down the hallway, weaving through the crowd of their fellow students, hands still clasped together. Every few seconds, in order to avoid crashing into some football player who refused to move out of the way, Hazel would slide in behind Nell and allow the girl to lead her past until she could safely step back out beside the Hewitt girl.

            As they walked, Nell nodded her head in agreement with Hazel's statement. "Yeah, same. How was it when you went home?"

A groan slipped out of Hazel's mouth as she threw her head back slightly in annoyance. "Horrible. My mom was up all night fucking that guy. I didn't get any sleep." She complained with a roll of the eyes. For a moment, she'd actually forgotten how tired she truly was.

"You could have come back over. My dad wouldn't have minded." Nell stated with shrug of the shoulders. Her dad honestly wouldn't have cared less if Hazel had stayed over. As long as neither of them were doing drugs, the Callahan girl could probably stay under his roof until they graduated.

"If it keeps up, I might take you up on that offer." The two stopped just beside the entrance to Hazel's history class. A class they didn't share. Hazel's eyes widened as she realised what she'd just said. Immediately she uttered, "If that's okay with you, obviously."

"It's more than okay." The Hewitt girl promised. A sweet smile pulled at her lips as she gave Hazel's hand a gentle squeeze in what she hoped was taken as a comforting gesture. "I gotta get to class but I'll see you later on, okay?"

In what seemed like a bold move to both girls despite what had occurred between the pair not even twenty-four hours prior, Nell pressed her lips upon Hazel's cheek, pecking lightly upon the blushed flesh. Before either could question it, the bell overhead rang out signally the beginning of class and the ending of their conversation.

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            A DISGUSTED EXPRESSION HAD become etched upon Eleanor Hewitt's face when she learned of the way the club would be attempting to raise money. They were going to be selling the underwear of the cheerleaders to gross and obviously perverted older men.

Not that she judged them or anything like whatever floats your boat but the fact that they were so obviously salivating over the girls as they entered the parking lot where they had all agreed to hold their fundraiser had the Hewitt girl's nose turned up.

An excited giggle fell from the lips of Stella-Rebecca. The girl was genuinely so proud of the group and the gathering of men they had managed to get. "First club fundraiser. I'm so excited. Great turn-out, right?"

"This is quite possibly the grossest thing we've ever done." Nell confessed with a defeated sigh, folding her arms across her chest. She knew that they needed funds and well, a self defence club for girls? Who in their town would give money to that cause alone?

Their football obsessed town. Their football players obsessed town. Their town that literally defended the bullying of women seen as less than? Yeah, their best option was to sell old underwear no matter how gross it was.

A faint groaning caused Nell to glance down at the source of the sound, her eyes landing upon a curled up Hazel on the asphalt as Isabel awkwardly chuckled. "I don't know why anyone wants my old, dirty underwear. It's so weird." The pink dress wearing, curly haired girl stated with a soft smile before talking the box of her old underwear from Josie and making her way over to the men.

With her gone, this left behind a quiet Nell, a chatting Josie and PJ and a groaning Hazel, who was growing increasingly louder with each second that passed.

A cheeky grin grew up PJ lip's as she called out, "Hey, Britt, don't let 'em touch in between your toes." She finished off her statement with a finger gun.

Brittany just laughed as she walked off alongside her best friend with her own box of underwear clutched in her hands. "Thanks PJ."

            "Ah, we're having fun. We're selling panties." PJ grinned proudly. Her hands fell to her hips as she watched over the cheerleaders chat sweetly to the men. "You know, Brittany said she'd make me a custom bracelet."

"Very nice." Josie nodded her head in congratulations before smiling at her friend. She chose to ignore the groaning from the girl behind her.

            PJ continued to stare ahead, her eyes trailing over the slender figure of Brittany as she handed out bunches of her old underwear. "Do you wanna, um, celebrate? We can get some chicken on a stick tonight?"

            The Hewitt girl had to tug her bottom lip between her teeth to stop from chuckling. The way PJ said that made it sound like it was a custom form of celebration in the PJ/Josie friendship.

            "Um, I can't. Isabel and I have plans, so." Josie admitted. A soft smile slowly appeared upon her lips as she caught sight of the thumbs up sent her way from Nell.

            "You're hanging out with Isabel?" PJ sounded incredibly impressed with her best friend. "Fuck, you're fast. Oh my god, okay, I'm gonna have to keep up."

Yet another loud grumble came from the Callahan girl. That was the final straw for PJ who whipped around in a flash, her eyes widened and wild as she stared down at the girl. "Hazel! What is wrong? Are you constipated or something?"

            "I'm fucking tired. My mom was up all night fucking the meathead." Hazel complained as she wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them to her chest and resting her chin upon her knees.

            "What meathead?" Josie questioned. A false smile plastered across her lips as she turned to speak to the approaching men. "Hi, underwear, cars." She handed over a pamphlet to them before they walked away.

            "You know, like the guy. He's like the crybaby." She peered up at the three girls through her bangs. As the sun cascaded across her face, her eyes began to squint as she continued to speak. "With the balls, he catches them and he th- he throws them."

            When they all looked confused as to who exactly she meant, she sighed slightly before elaborating more. "He's like the main guy."

            Josie caught on first. She kept her voice low to avoid being overheard while she inquired, "Jeff? Is your mom hooking up with Jeff?" Jeff as in Isabel's Jeff was hooking up with Hazel's mom? Was cheating on Isabel?

            Nell was flabbergasted. Her jaw had slackened considerably as she stared down at Hazel in disbelief. "Wait, the guy you were talking about yesterday was Jeff?" She questioned only to receive a grimace and a nod in reply.

            An upset pout formed upon Hazel's lips. Her bottom lip was stuck all the way out as she mumbled, "I just thought Jeff might be her safe-word." while playing with the fraying fabric of her jeans.

             "Jeff is his name, you idiot!" PJ snapped.

            The Callahan girl refrained from groaning again as she sharply chirped back, "I just get the hot people confused, Jesus."

A cry of fear caused their heads to turn in concern. They watched as Stella-Rebecca stumbled to her feet, her hands out to balance herself on her heels. "I'm good!" She happily stated with a smile.

PJ was quick to call out across the lot. "Looking good, Stella!"

"Yeah, keep it up!" Nell cheered in agreement, throwing a thumbs up in the air and receiving an appreciative grin in response.

As PJ and Josie became embroiled in their own conversation on whether or not Josie would tell Isabel that Jeff was cheating on her, Nell quickly crouched down next to the still groaning Hazel. "You're staying over at mine, okay? We can swing by your house, grab some of your things but you're staying over until things with your mom get sorted out."

            "Give me your hand." Not giving Hazel a chance to say no, the Hewitt girl reached out and grabbed hold of her hand, before helping to haul the exhausted Callahan girl to her feet. "Come on." She muttered softly as she coaxed the short haired girl along with her. The pair bidding their friends a farewell before heading off on their journey.

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jamielee's thoughts.
chapter nine. not proofread.
they're kinda, sorta girlfriends now? cause I said so :) but yet they're awkward and gay so thats fun. not much happened but I hope you enjoyed :) I may also have another hazel fic in the drafts so :)