Prove Me Wrong

Chapter Seven

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The yellow flakes floating in a bowl of white liquid is off putting. My eyes are heavy from the restless sleep last night and my hair sags against my face.

I look and feel like a train wreck.

I take a spoonful of the cereal before tipping it back into the bowl, watching as it splashing back into the milk.

The chatter is loud and I can feel the dull throb at the back of my head that's going to turn into a fully-fledged headache.

I look around the room, where there are long tables running through the middle and kids occupying each empty seat. The noise levels are off the spectrum and people have to yell to just be heard over the noise.

My eyes scan the nearby tables and I find Noah sitting with some other girls and a small smile crosses my face. I look at the other kids around me, trying to put names to faces but it's been so long since I've been here that I can't.

I sigh and drop the spoon into the metal bowl, the milk and corn flakes splashing slightly.

Someone slides into the seat next to me and I crane my head to the side to see who it is.

Blake.

A grin starts to take over my face.

"You look like a smiling zombie." He says with a low chuckle. I eye him for a second, noticing how he looks much older to when I last saw him. His cheek bones are more pronounced, his beautiful amber eyes are deep set, his eye lashes are long and cast little shadows across his cheeks, and his lips are full and soft.

A blush creeps onto my face at the last part and i avert my eyes.

I notice Blake's smile widening and he pokes my side teasingly. "Someone's a little red in the face."

I shove him playfully in the shoulder. "Oh shut up."

"So, did my dear friend miss me while she was away?" He rests his arm on the old wooden table, raising his eyebrows at me.

"In your dreams doofus." I ruffle his sandy blonde hair.

"I'm living the dream, Tally." He messes up my hair in return and I shoot him a joking glare before going back to my un-eaten cereal.

"You think staring at it is going to make it suddenly turn into pancakes?" He laughs lightly.

"That would be wonderful." I mumble, still looking down.

"So you're not going to eat that?" His voice is full of hope.

I pass him the bowl with a disgusted look on my face. "Eat up, doofus."

He grins and snatches the bowl off me. "It's not my fault their serving portions are so small."

I roll my eyes before resting my head on the table. "So your plan is to steal everybody else's food?" I ask into the table.

"Stealing is suck a horrible word. I prefer, 'permanetly borrowing.'"

"Changing the name doesn't make the implication any different." I tilt my head to the side to look at him.

"When did you start talking like a smart person?"

"When are you going to start eating with your mouth closed?" I fire back.

"When did you get such an attitude?" He raises an eyebrow at me, his smile slowly disappearing from his face.

I stay quiet, not answering his question, another one coming to mind. "How do you know, Finn?" I ask quietly, not looking at him. "What were you two talking about?"

Out of the corner of my eye I watch his body tense up. "We-."

"Move it, Blake." My head whips around to see Finn standing behind me, his face stony.

What on earth is happening between these two?

My eyes dart between the two and I can feel the tension levels rising.

I stand up abruptly, pushing my chair out of the way and it makes an incredibly loud squeaking noise. The chatter in the room slowly stops and my cheeks catch on fire.

Crap.

The air temperature rises a few degrees. Or maybe that's just me.

After glaring at the boys, I flip my hair and half walk half run out of the room, still trying to act natural.

When the door to the dining room clicks shut behind me, I slump against the wall releasing a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

What was that? When did I start running away from things?

I turn around and rest my head against the wall, closing my eyes.

Stupid boys. What the hell is wrong with those two?

"Tally?"

I push myself off the wall a little too fast and I land into whoever called my name, my heart beating a thousand beats per minute.

"Whoa, easy there tiger." There's a soft chuckle and shove myself away from Finn,

"What the hell is your problem?" That flicker of hurt that I had seen the other day flashes across his eyes now and I frown, shaking my head.

"What do you want, Finn?" I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut. "I'm really not in the mood to deal with you and Blake right now." I open my eyes drop my hands, looking at him.

"Oh, so you don't want to know?" He crosses his arms with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, so now you want to tell me?" I raise an eyebrow at him and copy his stance.

"That really depends doesn't it?"

"On what, Finn?" I deadpan.

"If you remember."

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