Flawed Feelings

Chapter 6 - Chaos Begins

After my wonderful three days off school, Emma decided that if I didn't go in today then she would personally drag my in, kicking and screaming. I didn't want to ruin my peaceful retreat into Emma's soft, comforting arms but seeing as I was going to school, I needed a shower. "Sorry babe, you had better get off me if you want me in school today you know." Emma gave me a disapproving look as she groaned, releasing my body from her tight hold.

The heat from the water infiltrating my body was just what I needed right now. Releasing my built-up tension from inside me gave me a momentary sense of serenity. Until all my troubles floated back into me, damning my head to more dilemmas. 

I didn't want to go back to school today, one more day wouldn't hurt would it? Although I'm pretty sure having Emma haul me into the school by my hair would be a little bit painful. The past few days have just been so amazing, I've pretty much been able to block out all the bad stuff thats happened and focus on the good memories. With the help of Emma, of course. 

Having to deal with all the fuss that the kids are going to make and the teachers, especially the teachers, might just drive me to insanity.  If I'm not already there. The students will just push me to say what exactly happened, fake sympathy and then tell everyone they come into contact with for the remainder of the day.

Even if I wanted to tell them, I don't think I actually know the answers. It's all I've really been able to think about and if I can't come up with an answer, then nothing they ask will help me. The teachers will be the worst, they cant deal with students to begin with, so how are they expected to deal with a grief-stricken one? They'll pity me, tread on eggshells around me just in case I explode and then they'll treat me differently and let me off with causing trouble as I'm grieving. I bet I won't get a single detention before Christmas.

Well thinking about it, I cant really get a detention anyways. There's today at school and then the trip to Italy and after that I'll be back in school on Friday for the last day of term. At least Emma is coming with me so I don't have a mental breakdown whilst I'm away, so that's a good thing. Just seriously not looking forward to the plane with her on it, that will definitely not be fun but I'm hoping I'll be able to keep her calm.

On Tuesday, I told Emma that we should stop with the physical part to our relationship for now as I was using it to escape my problems, besides, I wanted to know more about her and for her to know more about me. Reminiscing with Emma about my Mum was hard but I found that I could have a deep, honest conversation with her and she'd listen to me about anything and everything. I could see in her eyes how much she cared for me. I haven't yet lied to Emma and I'm quite proud of myself. Yes I have secrets but they're my secrets and as long as she doesn't ask, they are going to stay that way. In the past. I know, I know it's not exactly fair as she will never have a reason to ask but I'm not lying to her. I bet she has secrets she's not telling me.

"Whitney, come on I need to pee." My eyes trailed to the door, which wasn't opening. Why wasn't she just coming in?

"Just come in. I wont be long now." Splashing my face with water, I pasted on my face scrub.

"I can't." I stopped rubbing my face and placed my attention on the unopened door. What? Why not? It's unlocked, there's nothing stopping her.

"What are you going on about?" Wiping off the face scrub, I stepped out and walked towards the door.

"I was-" Opening the door I saw Emma standing there slightly bent forward. "I couldn't come in because I knew if I saw you all soapy and wet I'd..." Emma's eyes moved down my body, she nibbled on her bottom lip and froze.

"Emma?" She shook her head and her eyes met with mine once more. Her heart was racing as her chest moved up and down in quick, rapid movements. A hot breath of air passed her mouth as if she was trying to compose herself, her back straightened and her face retracted into the stern and serious face that I know all too well. Her teacher face.