Flawed Feelings

Chapter 7 - Whiplash

Walking back out of Miss Evan's classroom, I stood against the door. My head flew backwards as I closed my eyes. I knew that I was in trouble and I also knew that there was nothing I could do about it.

Opening my eyes again, I quickly glanced down the hallway and decided to leave.

I was just about to move when I heard a voice calling me, "Whitney?" Curling my head to the right I saw Miss Ashe stood in front of her room. "Come on." Complying with her brief orders, my feet started to move in her direction.

When she saw me approaching she disappeared behind her door. I tried to think of an excuse why I needed to go home but I honestly couldn't think of a believable one. So I gave up and opened the door.

"Hey, what you want?" I asked her. She was once again looking out of the window, her hair still falling perfectly down her back.

Walking up, I resumed my position next to her. "You, Miss Crompton... Owe me an explanation."

"So do you Miss Ashe, two in fact." Her face contracted into sheer confusion for a moment, "Well firstly, there's the whole collapsing on me crying business and secondly, you didn't tell me that you were going on the Italy trip. Oh yeah, what did you say to Mrs Braithwaite's email?"

She retracted into a state of honest shock for a moment before answering. "I've already told you that I was just emotional and I only found out today that I was going. How do you know about the email?" She asked, looking directly into my eyes.

Crossing my arms, I stepped closer, facing her. "Well I don't believe you, no one gets in that kind of mess where you cling onto a student because you're emotional. I'm not stupid and as for the email I was there when she wrote it." She backed away from me slightly like I had just invaded her personal privacy, "Look, not had the greatest day so..." I stated, gesturing her to hurry up.

"Yeah well you owe me two explanations as well! One for your hand and the other is for that kiss." What? What kiss? I've never kissed her... Never even thought about it.

Anger slowly started to rise inside of me as I stepped even closer to her. "What kiss?" Our bodies were only millimetres away from each others.

"At lunch. You kissed me." She said with a little less confidence in her voice than before.

"I didn't kiss you? Why would I kiss you?" The anger continued to increase inside of me. Whenever I'm accused of something I didn't do, anger consumes my body within an instant. And for the first time ever, I'm angry at Miss Ashe.

Her body was now fully facing me as she put her hand on her hip. "You kissed me on the cheek, just before you left."

"That. Seriously? That was nothing. I don't even class that as a kiss. Remind me never to try to cheer you up again. Geez!" The frustration fuelled hotter inside me.

She seemed to have been hurt by what I had just said as she seemed a little down heartened. "You still kissed me." She said as she turned to look out of the window again.

"That was not a kiss. This is a kiss..." Moving forward I planted my lips on hers, softly and just for a few moments. "I wouldn't even class that as a kiss, that's more of a kiss I'd give my mum than anything else."

My mind wandered to thoughts of my Mum, I can't even remember the last time I kissed her. Looking out of the window, I just wish I could float away into the distance and never come back. I can't even remember the last time I properly hugged her? What's wrong with me?! Did she mean that little to me?

Pushing my thoughts to the back of my head, I realized Miss Ashe's facial expression and it took me a minute to realize why.

"My explanation of that... Was to prove a point. Even though that was still nothing. For me, for a kiss to be an actual kiss there has to be meaning behind it." Miss was still totally took back by my actions as she was left utterly speechless.