Part 12 (1/2)

I manage to get the majority done by the time the bell rings, even though the lesson is so long and quite boring. I do it and I'm proud of myself.

I pack away and linger behind after hugging Hayley goodbye.

She was right about Shannon, who scowls at me as she skulks past, her lack of one on one attention from Mr Price clearly affecting her. It's a good thing that I don't do teen drama. I'm not a fan of the dramatics that come with school life.

Unfortunately others seem to have noticed the fact I'm staying behind and, as they leave, they look back curiously, their eyes darting between myself and Mr Price, who either doesn't notice or doesn't care. It looks like they'll be asking for extra time too, which begs the question - I know I'm not the only one in cla.s.s who is close to failing before I've even begun, so why aren't there more of us in our lunchtime group?

Isaac ”Okay, so I think we can get this done by tomorrow lunch if we work hard enough during this hour.” I state, holding my hand out for her work today. She hesitates before giving it to me and I can't stifle my sigh. ”You didn't finish did you?”

”I...”

”What's the point in this if you don't care about this cla.s.s?”

Her eyes widen with panic. ”I do! I just...” She trails off and chews on her lip.

”You just what?” I snap, feeling more irate than usual. It's probably due to my lack of sleep and need for the coffee I never got to have due to being late and then being interrupted by Shannon, who decided to ask for a lunchtime slot. I refused to give one to her due to her work being exemplary.

”Nothing, I'm sorry.” She mumbles and this only spikes the fiery anger in my chest further.

”You can go,” I order and place her paper on the desk.

”What?”

”You can go, straight to administration to drop this cla.s.s.”

She blinks, her lips part and her hands ball into fists on the table. ”Drop this cla.s.s?”

”You heard me.” I rub my temples and move to my seat behind the desk. ”I'm not wasting any more time on you.”

I expect her to get angry. I expect her to shout or demand I rethink my decision. She doesn't. Instead she lets her silky, glowing red hair fall as a curtain to shelter her face from view as she picks up her bag from the ground beside her and stands slowly.

Guilt slaps at my heart a few times as she merely walks towards the door looking defeated, her jaw set and slightly clenching. I bite on my lower lip hard and run my fingers through my hair.

A sudden wave of clarity pierces the red fog that lies heavy on my mind. ”Wait,” I find myself saying before my brain has even given the command. ”Look... we should just pick up tomorrow when I'm in a better mood and you're not so tired after a long weekend of work.”

”No thanks,” she says quietly, her hand gripping the handle of the door. ”I'm done.”

”Done?”

She pulls it open and shrugs, her back to me. ”Done.” It slams behind her and the guilt I felt before multiplies.

Blowing out a heavy breath, I slam my forehead against the table a few times and growl against the wood.

f.u.c.king h.e.l.l. I really need to get laid.

I get like this when I'm filled with s.e.xual frustration.

I just wish I wasn't stuck in the most depressing town in the history of the world.

”So, are you ready to talk about the October festivities yet? The party is in three weeks. We really need to make a start.” Katherine announces as she walks through the door that closed just moments ago.

I imagine racing towards her, grabbing her and forcing her willing body into the wall behind the door. I imagine myself lifting that ridiculously tight black skirt and plunging my fingers into her core, preparing her for me to lose myself in her depths.

I can't though. As much as I feel like I need to, I really can't use her like that. I don't want to be that guy here.

”Sure, it's not like I have anything else to do.” I look around the empty room, my eyes lingering on the spot the pretty redhead vacated not long ago. ”Where do we begin?”

”We need to write a list of how much food we need.”

”Don't we do that after we confirm how many students are attending?”

”Already got the list.” She waves a small sheet of paper at me, with the number of students attending and possibly attending. ”Food will be store bought in packets, not including sandwiches, which your mum usually handles.”

I flinch. ”My mum is fine handling it this year too, I'm sure.”

She looks unconvinced but says nothing more on that subject.

”Don't do that.” I say, my tone hushed.

”What?” Her wide eyes only get wider.

”Don't a.s.sume you know something about her condition that I don't. Yes she's ill, but she still has her own mind and can make a few f.u.c.king sandwiches.”

”I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you.” She places her hand over mine and leaves it there. It's not until I pull away that she does the same. ”Okay, so we need a list of food and chaperones.”

What? ”Chaperones?”

”Yes, usually the sixth form students help supervise, but this year has less students than any other year, so it'll be hard convincing them to join in.”

This is so boring. ”Right. Well I'll talk to my cla.s.s on Wednesday and see if I can't get them interested.”

”Sounds like a plan, so... food... your thoughts?”

Eloise I can't drop that cla.s.s... I can't drop any cla.s.s. I need these grades. What the h.e.l.l is wrong with me?

Why can't I focus at the moment? School work was never hard for me before.

I just feel so... distracted.

I stand outside the door that leads to the princ.i.p.al's secretary. My entire body seems locked on the spot.

I shouldn't have waited until the end of the day to come here. I should have just come here during lunch, but I was hoping my afternoon English cla.s.s would help me calm down and make a decision. Instead it only made me feel worse about my impending doom.

My dad is never going to forgive me, not to mention the fact I won't get into University.

No. I've worked too hard to fail now. I just need to apologise to Mr Price and hope he forgives me.