stuff I wrote on other computer but blogger is a jerk bag

Once the teacher gave the class their assignment, Randy turned around and began talking to Patrick about different things, the school, the beach, the girls, as Laydon kept his head down and pretended to work. He ended up doodling on the worksheet though. He drew a moon with a wolf beneath it howling. He then notices Evan staring at it, a half-smile on her face.
“May I help you?” He asked as he covered the picture with his hand.
Her half-smile turned into a grin. “Nah, just looking.” He rolled his eyes. “You have a talent,” she said.
He snorted. “Right. I have a hobby. One that gives me low grades and an unsocial outlook.”
“Outlook on what?” She asked quizzically.
“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I just couldn’t think of the right word is all.”
“Ah,” she said. “I get it. So how’s it been going?”
“Busy,” Laydon thought after a second. He had realized that he was speaking to her, flirting perhaps, which was out of bounds. Ethan. He had to constantly remind himself.
“Why’s that?” She asked pulling out her cell phone. When he hadn’t said anything she looked up. “I’m listening,” she added. “Just checking in with a relative.”
“Right,” Laydon said before continuing. “Homework has been piling up lately and I’ve had to work overtime, plus,” he decided to add, “my girlfriend’s been keeping me pretty out of my house.” There, he thought, now it’s nothing. I mentioned Jo, so I have nothing to feel guilty about. But he still did.
“Girlfriend?” Evan raised an eyebrow. “Was that the Jocelyn Haley mentioned oin Tuesday.”
“Indeed,” Laydon said. “Yet I sit here chatting instead of getting some of my school work done.”
“And yet, I have a feeling you’re going to keep talking,” Evan replied smiling. “So you have a job?”
“Yep,” he said leaning back,” It’s on the main street. A coffee shop called Webs.”
“Ah,” Evan said raising her eyebrow. “I think I’ve heard of it.”
“Yet you moved here…when?” He asked, doubting her.
“Last Saturday actually.” She folded her arms. “I have quite a good memory to be honest.”
“I see,” Laydon said. “So you com—yo?” He said to Patrick who just turned his way.
“What’s the best spot for waves?” Patrick asked. “Randy wants to catch a few later, but I don’t remember where you always go.”
“Oh, yeah,” Laydon said. “It’s at Blacks.” He gave him quick directions before the bell ringing and them packing up and heading out. This time him landing into step with Randy. “So you like it down here? Evan said you moved here Saturday?”
“Yeah,” Randy shrugged. “Uncle Dick’s been trying to get us down here for a while, so it’s good for him.” Without another word he sped up to walk with Evan and Patrick, so Pat, being the friend he was fell a few paces back to Laydon.
“What just happened?” Pat asked. “I mean, he just kind of dissed you.”
“Yeah,” Laydon said. “That’s what just kind of happened.” He looked ahead at his beanied head next to Evan’s beautiful body.
“Why?” Patrick said. “He was cool to me.”
“If I knew,” Laydon said stopping Pat and looking at him. “I think I’d tell you. But right now I feel kind of…” without a chance to finish his sentence he sprang to the bathroom, lucky and unlucky that it was break.
After seeing his breakfast again he pulled out his phone and walked outside. “Grams…” he said into the mouth piece. “When you get this can you check me out. It got worse and I don’t know how long I can make it.” He hung up and turned around. Right into Jocelyn.
“Hey, Lay,” she said smiling and putting her hand into his, leading him to the quad.. “Did you see that we got some new meat on campus? Some revolting girl and her brother,” she said negatively. “I mean the trash they let in here, I—”
“Maybe that’s why it’s a public school, Jocelyn.” He cut her off and stopped in his pace.
She looked at him with wide brown eyes.
“And maybe if you didn’t want that you would go back to private school.” With that he pulled himself free from her grip and walked away.
He didn’t know why but she was annoying him. Scratch that. He knew why. It was because of Evan. He was used to her gossip and shit she usually gave him but she insulted Evan without knowing her. He felt awful just leaving her like that, but she wasn’t right. His friends were right. He needed to dump her. And he wanted to. It just was that it would seem like he was going to because of Evan.
No. He couldn’t do that. At least not yet. Because he would be doing it because of Evan, and that wasn’t fair to Ethan. Give him a chance. Give her a chance.
“Hey guys,” Laydon said when he reached his friends.
“Hey Laydon,” Ethan said coming up to him. “Where’s Jocelyn? She went to find you.”
“I know,” Laydon shrugged. “I didn’t want to talk to her.”
“Woah,” Ethan said accusingly. “You never turned her away before.”
He shrugged again. “I know she was just pissing me off. I couldn’t help but finally crack.”
“Oh,” Ethan said. “I get it dude. Just please don’t miss tonight.”
“I wasn’t going to.” Laydon smiled.
“Thanks,” Ethan punched him in the arm. “So,” he started casually. “Patrick says you saw Evan earlier.”
“Yeah, second period,” Laydon nodded. “She was with her brother. I’m awed you didn’t see her.”
“Who says I didn’t?” Ethan raised his eyebrows.
Laydon chuckled. “I get it dude. If I end it with Jo, it’s not cuz of that.”
“I know,” Ethan said. “So do you know what class she has next?” He asked obviously meaning Evan.
“Chemistry,” Gabe said walking up to them. “I’m assuming you guys meant the new chick. I was the one who printed out her and her brother’s schedule,” he said proudly.
“Looks like you’re in luck then,” Laydon said to Ethan. “Your next class.”
“And yours my friend,” Ethan said as the bell rang. “You ever notice,” he said as he picked up his bag, “that we have a lot of classes together?”
“Just three,” Laydon reminded him. “Yeah but still…”
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+ “When the moon found the sun he looked like he was barely hanging on, but her eyes saved his life in the middle of summer”
-P!atD]


Luckily for Laydon he had managed to find an open seat next to Audrey, one of Jocelyn’s friends, pushing Ethan to sit by Laydon. They were working on Final Projects so their teacher was letting them talk quietly and Laydon could hear Ethan and Evan chatting. Laydon didn’t work again this period, but didn’t throw up either, he just sat there and drew. Toward the end of the period he realized he should probably apologize to Jocelyn. Even though Ethan said he knew it wasn’t because of Evan he couldn’t trust himself. He knew he could help himself to not hurt Jo’s feelings.
So when the bell rang he walked out with Ethan after Evan went ahead and asked, “So how’d it go?”
“It went,” Ethan said smiling. “She’s coming to the game tonight.” His smile grew.
Laydon’s mind was cursing but he portrayed the good best friend, “That’s great, man.” He spotted Jocelyn in front of him and added, “Hey, I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” He swung his bag crossing his body and pushed it to his back. He jogged up to her and slipped his hands around her waist whispering, “I’m sorry about earlier, just a lot of stress lately.” She stopped and he kissed her cheek.
“It’s okay,” she said giving him a killer smile. “You want to go off for lunch?” She wasn’t asking for the food.
Laydon sighed. He didn’t want to lead her on anymore but didn’t want to disappoint her. “How about,” he compromised, “I pick you up for the game tonight and we can go somewhere after?” He didn’t want to break up with her at the game but didn’t want to do anything anymore. He just wanted to stall.
“There’s a dance afterwards,” Jocelyn whined. “I really wanted to go.” She looked at him pleading.
“Then we’ll go to the dance,” Laydon smiled at her. I am leading her on, he thought. I have to end it tonight.
***
But luckily before he had to go any further his grandmother had called the office excusing him from school. Yes, he thought. He was starting to ache, but he couldn’t let Grams know of that otherwise she wouldn’t let him go to the game. He decided to go straight home instead of the park or the beach, best to stay on Grams good side. Although that was just a sorry excuse so he wouldn’t go the park and be reminded of Evan.
When he got home he threw his bag in his room and sat himself on the large leather sofa. Pulling his soft Star Wars blanket over him he turned on the tv. Sleep, he thought. And did. He fell asleep almost instantly to the same movie as blanket. As he was asleep however his subconscious pulled open a new dream.
“Laydon?” Called a voice.
“Mom?” He realized. “Is that you?”
“Laydon!” And there she was, tan skin like his, and blond hair shining in the light of—where was he? He looked around and saw the park he always went to. In fact it was the same day as the day he met Evan.
“What’s going on?” He asked looking at her. “Where am I?”
“In time you will understand like I have,” she reached a hand up, as if to brush his cheek, but stopped mid-movement. “We don’t have much time, but you need to understand the next thing I say.”
“I will,” Laydon nodded. “Anything.” All he wanted was to be with his mother, and here he was. He’d do anything for her.
“Trust Evan,” she said, smiling with tears falling down her cheeks. “Take her in and trust her.”
“What?” Laydon shook his head. This was almost like what Patrick had told him.
“You promised, Laydon. You have to,” she bit her lip, hesitating. “For the sake of everything, trust her.”
Laydon didn’t think just nodded. “I will, mom,” he had never been able to say those words. “I do.”
She lifted up her hand again; an inch remained away from his face. “If I touch you, this will evaporate.”
Laydon squeezed his eyes shut. “Why can’t you tell me anything else, mom? If you can stay.”
“Because,” she smiled, “They will find out, and it is not safe. Please, Laydon, remember this.” She dropped a gold necklace from her other hand that Laydon caught. “It was your fathers. It let me live far longer than I would have. I brought it with me on accident though. I didn’t mean to bring it on, but it happened. Take it. It will guide you.”
Laydon didn’t look at it, just his mother. “I miss you, mom. I always have and I always will.”
She smiled another watery smile. Its okay, love. I’m with you.” She held out her arms. “You need to get to work.”
Laydon smiled through his tears as well and hugged his mother for the first time, but then he was just hugging mist.
He woke up still crying when he looked at the gold necklace in his hand.
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+ I can almost see it, that dream I’m dreaming but there’s a voice inside my head sayin’ you’ll never reach it.”
-Miley Cyrus (I really wanted to post that entire song):