The Potter and His Clay.

A Bit Of Both.

Heather chuckles as she puts the bud between her lips and puffed in a lung full of smoke, she chokes spurting out coughs, Amberly laughed taking the bud from her "gees slow it down you sack of s**t" 

Heather giggled, smacking her chest gently. They hid beneath the bleachers and watched the football players practice as they smoke m*******a they had bought with the four hundred bucks Amberly had got from her Father. Heather leaned against a poll and scanned the boys, her eyes stopped at Rolland "what about him?" she asked, pointing 

Amberly followed her finger and looked at Rolland "what about him?" she asked with a small frown

Heather laughed "what else?" 

Amberly rolled her eyes and lets out a laugh "not in a million years" 

"why not?" Heather asked "he's hot" she says with a grin, Amberly smirks at her best friend "well then, take him" she laughed. Heather pushed her playfully as they chuckled at the thought, they suddenly shut their mouths as they hear a voice, they looked up and saw a man standing above them, Coach Aims took a few steps down and stood at the rails, he watches his boys run drills and tackled each other to the ground "Harder!" he yelled 

Heather snickered "that's what I told him" 

Amberly covered her mouth cautiously and they looked back up, Coach Aims cleared his throat as if he took a whiff of smoke, he frowned and looked around, Amberly and Heathers eyes went wide as he turns around and began sniffing more, trying to look for the source. 

"We're dead" Heather whispered, Amberly glared at her, he turned around and looked in between the bleaches, his eyes went wide as he sees the girls folding each other in fear, 

"HEY!" he yelled, pointing threateningly at them

Amberly and Heather quickly covered their faces and made a run for it, "STOP!" he yelled again, they ran out of the bleaches and towards the parking lot, "I can't get caught!" Amberly cried with her nose in the air, Heather ran closely behind her, trying not to trip on the moving ground. They looked back and saw Rolland and some other guys running after them "s**t!" screamed Amberly, she pulled her jacket further over her head while Heather covered the sides of her face with her hands, they reached the parking lot and ran over to Heather's car "wait!" Amberly hissed grabbing her arm "they'll know it was us, if we take your car!" 

"then what are we supposed to do!" Heather yelled hopelessly, Amberly looks around and sees bikes parked by the footpath, she pointed "there, come on!" 

"you're both dead!" yelled a loud voice

they looked behind them and sees Rolland on the other side of the parking lot, he looked closely and frowns, looking closely "Amberly?" he asked, they turned and made a dash towards the bikes, Rolland and the guys ran towards them, the girls both got on each bike and made a break for it. They pedaled as hard and fast as they could, out of the parking lot and down the street, the boys stopped in their tracks and watched in exhaustion as they went further out of view. Rolland lets out a deep breathe and smiles as he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. 

***

"Okay!" Mrs. Henderson yelled as her students got to their feet as soon as the bell rang, "two hundred words by tomorrow everyone!" she finished.

Eliza watched Jonathan get to his feet and put his books into his bag and made his way towards the door, Eliza got up and followed him out "Jonathan!" she called

he exits the room and disappeared into the crowd of people, dispersing from their classes, she rushed out, bumping into a girl "I'm sorry" she apologized, she tip toed and looked over the crowds of people, she spots him making his way further down the hall, she lets out a hopeless breathe and braced herself against a wall. 

Jonathan walked to his locker, opening it and put his books in "yo Jonah!" 

he looked to his left and sees Spencer approaching him, "how was the feast?" he asked grinning referring to last night's events.

Jonathan sighed and looked back into his locker "it was" he paused "obnoxious" he spat jokingly 

Spencer chuckled "did they welcome you into their band of saints and sacrificed a goat on your behalf?" 

Jonathan smirked, he shut his locker and leaned against it "they prayed for me", Spencer gasped, covering his mouth mockingly "are you possessed?" 

he laughed, pushing him back, he turns around and suddenly freezes, his smile slowly fading as he looked down at Eliza, she stared at him coldly as she lets out a scoff and walks away without saying a word. Spencer watched her walk away while he rested his arm on his shoulder "she's got a nice ass though" he says with a smile

Jonathan shrugged his arm off annoyedly and rushed off after her, "Jonathan!" Spencer called confused.

***

Jonathan followed her down the hall and towards the girls rest room, he stopped a few meters and watched her go in, he walked up to the rest room and paused by the door. 

"what am I doing?" he thought, taking a step back, he stares at the door for a few seconds before a couple of girls walk pass him, going over to the door, they give him weird looks before entering. He sighed, turning his back and walking away.

***

"Wasn't that Jonathan Scott?" 

Eliza looked up from her arms and listened, the girls stood in front of the mirrors and began to check themselves out, 

"yeah" one of them answered, she lets out a moan "he's so hot"

another girl laughed "and out of your league" 

"out of "our" league" the girl replied emphasizing "our", they all burst out laughing and walked out of the restroom, Eliza got to her feet and opened the stall door and walked to the sink, she turned the tap on and looked into the mirror, she felt a surge of humiliation and embarrassment go through her body , "did he run after me?" she thought as she stared deep into her own eyes, Jonathan and Spencer's  conversation flashed through her mind, "they prayed for me" she shook her head , chasing the thought away, "what a jerk" she hissed, she cupped her hands and splashes water onto her face. 

***

Lilian groaned as she sat up, her hand covering her eyes from the sun light that invaded her bedroom, she moaned as sharp pains shot through her brain,

"drink this"

she slowly opened her eyes and looks at her mother who was sitting at the foot of her bed, holding out a glass of water and a white pill in her palm,

"Mum-"

"shush and take the pill" she says gently, Lilian takes the pill and throws it into her mouth, then takes the glass of water and gulps it down. She lets out a sigh and leaned back onto her headboard shutting her eyes, Mrs. Thompson watched her daughter in worry, 

"what happened?" Mrs. Thompson asked, placing her hand on her leg, "nothing's wrong" she replied as she massaged her temple, Mrs. Thompson watched her daughter carefully, she knew all too well when her daughter was being dishonest, "it must've been something real bad for you to come home drunk" she whispered worriedly. Lilian bit her lip as she turned to her side and hugged her pillow, Mrs. Thompson sighed patting her leg "alright then, come down when you're hungry" she gets to her feet and makes her way out of her bedroom. Lilian looked to the door and lets out a hoarse breathe, what was she going to tell her?

After taking a warm shower, she makes her way down to get lunch, she was starving and her stomach protested continuously and loudly. She went into the kitchen and sees her mum seated at the table with her cup of coffee, going through mail. Mrs. Thompson looks up and sets a letter down 

"lunch?" she asked, getting to her feet, Lilian nodded not meeting her eyes. she made her way to the table sat down. she watched her heat up a pot, "what's that?" she asked eyeing the pot curiously

"I made chicken noodle soup when I came down" 

 "oh" she mumbled "okay". After three minutes, she served a bowl and placed it in front of her daughter "eat" she commands, Lilian shut her eyes and said grace before eating. She quietly took her spoon and began to blow on the hot soup, "I called your office and told them you were sick" Mrs. Thompson informed as she placed dishes into the dish washer, "sick?" Lilian deadpanned taking another spoon full, Mrs. Thompson frowned at her daughter, turning around and placed her hand on her hip "I didn't lie. You are sick, even if you caused the sickness". 

Lilian glanced at her mum and focused back on her soup, slurping loudly to drown out her nagging, Mrs. Thompson groaned "hey, can you stop being a child?" 

she immediately stopped and cleared her throat "sorry" 

"do you want me to call Chloe?" Mrs. Thompson asked worriedly, folding her arms 

"what?" Lilian frowns, looking up at her,

 "I mean if you're not going to talk to me about whatever's going on at least talk to your best friend!" she persisted 

"Mum, she's busy dusting pots from an ancient tomb!" Lilian exclaimed "she doesn't need me piling boy problems into her-"

"what? Boy problems?" Mrs. Thompson asked grinning slyly, as she walked closer to the table "is it that Doctor your Father-"

"MUM!" she yelled, getting to her feet " oh my gosh ! Stop! I don't need you being all up in my business, okay?" she snaps, she lets out a irritated groan, she walked over to the counter, grabbing her mother's car keys and walks out of the kitchen 

"where are you going?!" Mrs. Thompson cried, "some place where you're not there!" she replied slamming the front door. She got into her mothers car and drove off to the second place that made her happy. 

MacDonald's.