36Sorry about the wait, I still haven't gotten the book back (!), and the new school year has been super busy, especially with a new school and starting high school and stuff. Since I don't have my book back, I'm trusting Sparknotes (never thought I'd need to use that- it's for people who don't like to read), and going ahead and writing a chapter from Augustus' POV that's not in the book. Hope this turns out ok. Let me know what you guys think :) even negative feedback is good, although I haven't gotten much of that which is awesome! Ok, I'll shut up now and let you read.
Even though she said she would call after finishing the book (which I knew would take a few days), I still held my phone close through the next day in hopes that she would call.
Needless to say, she didn't.
Around noon, as I was watching TV, my phone rang from the coffee table in front of me. I grabbed it in record timing and checked the ID. The number was blocked, and I hastily pressed answer and put it to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked hopefully into the receiver.
"Aye, dude, I'm so bored, and I'm standing outside your house right now so you better be home," A familiar voice said.
"Isaac?" I groaned.
I heard him as he burst out laughing, unable to contain himself. I fumed, realizing he blocked his number on purpose.
"Who'd you think it was?" He mocked, between laughter, and I could hear a smirk in his voice. "Support Group Chick still hasn't given you her number?"
"Her name is Hazel," I snapped, "and no, not yet." I sighed.
"Maybe she's not interested...?" He suggested.
She is, I thought, but instead I said, "Just get in here." before hanging up.
"So, what do you want to do?" Isaac asked as he flopped onto my couch.
My mom walked into the room before I could respond. She leaned against the doorway and smiled at me.
I internally groaned. She wanted something.
"Why don't you boys go to the mall?" She suggested, "You could pick up some stuff for me... and then do whatever teenage boys do these days."
I began to say no, but she cuts me off.
"Please? Save your old mother a trip?" She smiled hopefully and I groaned, out loud this time.
"Fine," I whined, dragging the word out.
We left after my mom gave me a list of what to buy. As we walked to the car, Isaac wined, "Can't I drive? You can't even feel the pedal!"
"At least I have two eyes to watch the road!" I shot back and shoved him towards the passenger side.
"Touché." Isaac laughed, then went silent as I backed out of the driveway.
I jolted to a stop at a red light, almost ramming into the people in front of us. They honked before inching forwards, putting distance between our cars.
"I need one of those car stickers," I said, "the stick family ones? Except it would just be me, with only one leg, and a sign underneath it saying 'sorry, it's a bit hard to drive with only one leg'." Isaac let out a weak laugh, before glancing down at his phone and sighing.
The silence between us was was numbing, but not comfortable. When Isaac glanced down at his phone once more, I spoke up.
"What's wrong?" I asked, glancing over at him causing the car to swerve slightly.
He sighed. "Monica's been acting weird lately. I don't know, she just doesn't seem as happy anymore. I've tried to talk to her about it but she says she's fine."
"'Fine' is never fine with a girl, Isaac. Everyone knows that." I laughed.
A smile broke out on his face as he said, "I know, I know. Girls are so weird, they tell you they're fine, so you think they're fine! But they're never fine! I read online somewhere the scale goes: great, good, okay, bad, fine. Fine is at the bottom! The bottom! 'Fine' doesn't even have a negative connotation! It's supposed to be a neutral word!"
"Since when did you become the grammar police? You're such a nerd." I chuckled, pulling into the parking lot.
"Where to first?" Isaac asked as we stood in front of the large map of the mall. I pulled my mom's list out of my back pocket, looking at the items and the stores to buy them from. At the bottom, my mom wrote, 'enjoy the little things in life, one day you'll realize they're the big things. xo'
Isaac looked over my shoulder and laughed. "Your mom is so positive," he said, and shook his head, "I swear she's on happy pills or something."
I laughed and crammed the list into my pocket. "First stop: book store. She needs some book." As we were walking, I muttered, "Why she couldn't just do this herself..." Shaking my head.
We found the book quickly, and headed to the next store. We got through the stores quickly and were on our way out when Isaac abruptly stopped.
"I need a new glasses cleaner cloth thing," he explained and I laughed, "You can just wait here."
I sat down on a bench as he ran into the store. I stared across the hall at a shoe store, watching a cute girl search for shoes. I had seen her around at parties, but I couldn't remember her name. She was popular, I knew, and she had one of those C/K names, where you weren't sure if it was spelt with a C or a K because it could go either way, and just when you thought you figured it out for a birthday card or such, you would be wrong and everyone would stare at you in a you-can't-even-spell-her-name-what-kind-of-friend-are-you way.
And she was cute, but she was also one of those people who looked like they knew they were cute, making them not as cute. You know what I mean? I always thought that girls who didn't know they were cute made them cute because I'm a pretty confident guy, and you know what they say. Opposites attract.
I watched her, racking my mind for her name. (K/C)atherine? No... (K/C)ate? No... I stared and stared, thinking that looking at her face might help. If I didn't figure this out, I would be up all night.
Kaitlyn! I thought in victory and smiled at myself. I glanced back at Isaac, who was waiting in line. He was looking at me too, and waved at me sheepishly as the line slowly moved forward.
When I glanced back at Kaitlyn, she wasn't alone. A girl with short hair stood next to her, shaking her head at the shoes Kaitlyn was suggesting. She looked so familiar, but I didn't really believe it was her until she took a step forward, revealing the oxygen tank that was hiding behind her.
Hazel.
She sat down, slowly trying on sandals, flip flops, any practical shoes as Kaitlyn strutted around the store in heels that were too high. Kaitlyn stumbled a bit, stopped and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied that no one had caught her stumble (or so she thought) she walked back to Hazel, who had chosen a pair of flip flops and was ready to pay. Kaitlyn picked up several pairs of shoes and they walked to the cash, and talked (well, Kaitlyn did most of the talking) as they moved towards the cash. At one point, Kaitlyn abruptly stopped talking and looked over at Hazel guiltily.
"Boo," I heard from right beside my ear and jumped. I turned around to see Isaac doubled over laughing, holding his stomach.
"You... face... PRICELESS!" I heard between his laughter. I smacked him on the side of his head before standing up.
"Let's go." I grumbled and we started walking. I looked back at the shoe store and saw Kaitlyn and Hazel standing just outside the entrance, Hazel's back to me. Kaitlyn kissed both of Hazel's cheeks before turning around and swiftly walking away. Before I turned back, Hazel turned in my direction. In her arms she was holding a book with a bookmark near the end of it.
My book.
I turned away and ran after Isaac. I had a smile on my face, because now I knew she would call me.
And she was going to soon.
Ok, that's it! Hope you liked it! What does everyone think about having these additional scenes written myself? (Even though Hazel was technically in this one). Let me know!
Hopefully I'll be back soon. Keep reading. Okay? (You see what I did there? Huh? Huh?)
XO ~M