Guilty Indulgence

Chapter 5~ Autumn Term

Wednesday 25th of September:

After that Friday, James had stayed out of my way and started hanging out with a new crowd from a different school; our rival school Edgewood High; it wasn't like Oliver and Caleb had shut him out. Well, maybe Caleb was giving him the cold-shoulder and death-glares when we pass him in the corridors, but other than that everything was back to normal. Even Samira couldn't stay angry with me, but she tried for a day. It didn't plan out well; she needed her best friend, and I needed mine back too.

We sat on the school field that was caged us in with a hideous green fence; we had sat in almost a semi-circle within the 400 metres, athletes running track marked out in white around us with our faces towards the last few rays of sun in September. It was chilly but with the aid of my burgundy V-neck knitted jumper with the school logo embroidered on the left-hand chest pocket and Caleb's grey and burgundy trimmed blazer over the top. I kept warm; the blazer was over-sized on me and my arms disappeared within the sleeves.

"What lesson is next, Lou?" Samira asked; it was lunch-time at the moment, so I looked at my phone to see which lesson I had fourth-period. You would think after 3 weeks of school had passed, I would've learnt my time table by now but you're wrong; with being overloaded with tests here, homework there, it was a GCSE nightmare.

"It's English!" I said with a little too much excitement in my voice, the only day that I don't have Mr Cain for English is on a Tuesday but I see him practically every day in the hallways or on duty in the yard or on the field conversing with students and teachers alike. We had already finished reading and analysing 'Age of Innocence' plus we have received our results back. I got an 'A' which is the highest grade I've ever got on an English paper which means he is an excellent teacher and the head-teacher agrees with us too. She came in one lesson to congratulate him in front of everyone, to tell him what a sterling job he was doing; which made him blush in embarrassment. Sometimes, I forget this is his first teaching job since qualifying out of university early!

"Lovely" Samira said as we watched Oliver and Caleb kick a ball around with some year 9s; I still don't know what's going on between Oliver and her, but if there is something, I ship it. They are both adorable around each other and Samira can sometimes appear self-centred, but Oliver seems to humble her. I make a mental note to find out on a girls' night, which of course includes Rowan.

The bell rings signalling the end of lunch, I hadn't even finished my panini. Guess I'll wrap it up back in its tin-foil and save it for later. I got up off the grass wiping any cut grass trimmings of my skirt and hand Caleb's blazer back to him once he comes running over with a football underarm. He gives me a peck on the lips after wiping sweat off his forehead onto his sleeve. He surely knew how to work up a sweat.

"See you after-school by the gates, right?" he asks, Caleb lives a 15-minute walk from school and I was going to his to study for the up-and-coming maths test we have first-thing tomorrow morning. I know 'Maths' in the morning, I'm sure that I've got one of the worst timetables ever or just in my friendship group.

"Yeah, see you then!" I shout as he runs after a few lads that are in his next class.

I grab my bag of the floor and swing it onto my right shoulder, Samira and Rowan were waiting patiently for me to gather up my things.

"You guys go on without me. I'm going to fill up my water bottle from the fountain,"

"Okay, Hun" Rowan says before walking off with his arm linked with Samira. He howled at a joke Samira must've made; I love them two and I couldn't ask for two better best-friends.

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My water-bottle was on hand as I approached the water fountain outside the English department building; it was one that not a lot of people use as it's out of their way and in a secluded area. I put my water-bottle under the tap and press the button to fill it up. The only problem is that they don't design the sink low enough so that you can fill it up to the top. I screw the lid on top of the bottle and place it in my bag for later, which gave me free hands to shift my two strands of curls behind my ears so that I could drink water from the fountain without getting them wet. A shadow cast somewhat over me; I turn around to see if a cloud had gone over the sun for a moment.

It was James; he grabbed my waist and pinned me against the wall with his pelvis. I screamed, but his hand covered my mouth quickly, muffling any sound coming out of it. He moved his head next to mine with his lips brushing my ear; I tried fidgeting out from under his hold, but he was too strong.

"None of that now, I thought I'd finish what I started at the party" he whispered. His free hand wandered to where my blouse meets my skirt and untucked it to allow him access under my blouse. This can't be happening; I can't believe I'd let this happen. If only I had gone straight to English with Samira, then I wouldn't have been alone and vulnerable.

I felt like a prey to a predator that was hungrily grasping at my boob; his smile was against the nape of my neck and his hard-on pressed against me. I was still as a statue, I couldn't move. This is my worst-nightmare, every girl's worst-nightmare, and it was happening to me. I was in shock.

"That's a good-girl... if you weren't such a turn on," he said, as if having any form of attractiveness gives him the right to do this.

He removed his hand from my mouth to bring his sand-paper lips against mine, but I bite it before he could assault my mouth even further.

"Aww, you bitch!" he said bringing his hand to his lip as it bleeds from where I pierced.

He was about to raise his hand to hit me but there were sound of footsteps coming from round the corner; he stopped and sauntered off in the other direction. One hand in his pocket; it was if all this didn't happen; and the other to his lip, which was the only evidence of our altercation.

It was Mr Cain who came round the corner in search of something or someone; it looked like he found it as he approached me.

"There you are... Are you okay?" he questioned as he took in my dishevelled appearance with concern in his eyes. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't find the words to explain; I was just thankful he found me when he did, as I don't want to know what might've occurred.

"Uh-huh" I mumble with a node. He didn't look so sure at my reply.

"You know you can trust me, Miss Lewis" his eyes roamed round the area suspiciously as if he was looking for clue to what had just occurred before he brought them back to mine to entice the truth out of me. I do trust him, but I don't feel ready to talk about it.

As if my silence answered his question, he suggested that he'd walk me to the classroom and that if I needed to leave at any point within his lesson, I could do without asking. I thanked him and picked up my belongings and walked with him towards EN5. He must've asked another teacher to step in to supervise his lesson as he seemed in no rush to get to the classroom. Or is it just that he enjoys spending time with me? I'm reading into things that aren't even there.

"Have you seen James by any chance, I was looking for him too,"

"Nope, not seen him since break" I lied, I turned my face away from him so he couldn't see my facial expression and so that I couldn't see his. His face and especially his eyes were hard to lie too, and I regretted it as soon as the words escaped my mouth. Why did I lie to the one person who cares? About his student's wellbeing within school and out of school.

"Oh okay, he'd better be in class or I'll be marking him as absent" he said. He reached for the EN5 door and held it open for me to walk into class. There sat in his place was James with his head held down and eyes averted from my direction. Luckily for me, he sits on the opposite side of the classroom from me, as far away as possible. Mr Cain takes back the reigns, and thanks Miss Alameda for stepping in for him.

As I make my way over to my seat; I could hear Irina and her crew of miniature Irina's giggling in hushed whispers as they pointed at my still untucked shirt; Samira gives me a small wave with a confused smile. I don't smile back; I just take up my seat and pull my light red exercise book out of my bag so that my lesson could start. So that I could forget.

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A/N: Do we hate James yet? because I do. I think my hate for James has grown with each sentence with him written in it. Do you guys think Amelie can trust Mr Cain? I loved writing the little intricate part on the grass where everything appears all jolly and green. If you enjoyed this chapter, please vote and comment. Thank you Ruzona <3

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