He's My Neighbour

5: Situation In PSHE

A/N: Please comment and vote every chapter if you can, it means a lot, because this is the first ever book i've wrote that I don't hate and actually enjoy writing. It'd be v nice of you:) just to let everyone know, by the time this is publlished I won't be, but as I write this I'm home alone at night for the first time and I'm shitting myself, because the washer downstairs is making noises and I'm sure somebodys going to stab me. Enough of the drama, lets get started! Is anybody falling for Jake? I am!

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Amelia: Chapter 5: Situation In PSHE

I shifted through the corridors like a physcopath, chewing on my thumb, and fiddling with the hem of my sleeve. I had never been so nervous in my entire life. And no, not because of the history assessment, because I just did that last lesson and it was the easiest thing I've done in my life- not literally, but close enough! Who needs revision? Says the girl, who will still continue to hyperventilate if she can't find her book by the time her next test is due.

Ever since I saw Jake this morning with my diary in his hands, I've been having serious social issues; I can't walk to my next class without the strong sense of paranoia that the whole school has seen all of my dirty dark secrets and think I'm inhuman. Their eyes penetrating my soul with disgust. Their fists clenched, fighting the urge to punch me hard several times in the gut. Their words shooting poisonous arrows into my chest again and again and-

"Watch where you're going, Princess."

I sighed, released my thumb from my teeth, and slowly raised my head for the first time since getting into the school gates. I recognised the timberland boots... the black jeans... the black loose V-Neck... the lipring... the tan, perfect bone structure... the milky-dreamy perfect orbs... Jake. I shook my head, trying to pretend it was just a daydream, that id wake up any minute and -BAM- he'd have gone! Wow, I sound like one of those freaking washing detergent ads. Removes bacteria instantly with just one spray of the flashy flashy flashy bottle! I get carried away too much, I don't even know.

"Sorry douche," I hissed, punching him lightly on the stomach.

"Princess, I know you're a girl and all, but you hit like a pussy." He winked, sarcastically pretending to rub his stomach in agony.

"Haha, clever," I smirked dryly, "But I was just sparing your ego. You wouldn't make a good image with blood dripping from your nose."

"You care about my image?" He raised an eyebrow flirtatiously.

"You might think I make empty threats dude, but I have a can of pepper spray in my locker and it doesn't take two minutes to get it."

With that, and an exaggerated flourish of my straight brown hair, I strutted to my final class of the day- PSHE... Fabulous! Personal, social, health education. It was the worst class I had, even worse than Physics- and let's just sugarcoat it and say that it's hell, because trust me, it's a lot more than hell. I hadn't got the chance to ask Jake about his classes, I was too busy firing the shots. Who am I kidding? He probably skipped class already for a blonde in the bathroom, so I strongly doubt he gave a shit about sharing timetables. He was charming, I'll give him that, but bitch he's an arse. I can't have a normal conversation with the guy- not that I'd want one, but I suppose it's better than cat fighting every time we pass each other in the halls. But unfortunately, I have high expectations that nothing's going to change and there we'll be in sixty years to come, squabbling while I try to batter the living day lights and shit out of the old git with my freaking walking stick. Not that I'm saying we're growing old together... No, no, no, no, no! EW- what the actual frick? Anyway, he's not the type to settle down is he? Whatever.

My feet dragged along the marble floor, as I grew closer to the classroom. I'm not entirely sure why I hated PSHE so much, I think it's just simply the fact that I don't have anybody to sit next to, I'm the lowest in the class at it, and my teacher is more of a jerk than my neighbour. That's one heck of a jerk.

As I opened the door and wandered to my lonely seat in the back corner of the room, I began to get my book out of my bag. Suddenly, I felt it pull away out of my grasp, and my eyes shot up quickly to see Mr Murphy now holding it, with an awkward, evil smile. My eyes darted from side to side in confusion, as i furrowed my brows and looked at the man.

"You won't be needing that today, Miss Dakin." He said sternly, but after one glance around the room, I realised everybody had theirs.

"But sir, everybody else has theirs?" I said, almost as a question.

"That's because they're having a normal lesson, Dakin, don't question me!" He lectured, shaking his finger in my face and I tried my hardest to contain my laughter, looking at his revolting complexion. Slight brown crooked teeth, a mole in every forehead crease- it's just funny, especially when he has the top part of his hair tied into a small elastic. Luckily, he wasnt. I looked down to twiddle with my thumbs, weirdly.

I hated how he either called me "Miss Dakin" or "Dakin", seriously... My name is Amelia for Christ's sake! But back to reality, what the hell did he mean by saying everybody was having a normal class, apart from me? I didn't know what I was supposed to do. The rest of the kids in the class scribbled down the date and title, and Mr Murphy just kept switches glances from his pocket-watch to the door. Yes, the douche has a pocket-watch, he's messed up. I puffed, and buried my face in my hands, as I heard the door click.

"Ah, it's about time Mr Hunter, go and take your seat, I'll be right with you both in a moment."

Who was Mr Hunter? A teacher, or a student? I still refused to look up, because it takes effort to lift your head up out of your palms, in my world. However, when I eventually did commit my energy to the task, I looked to find the chair next to mine, which was regularly empty, now occupied by...

Jake.

Now I'm in hell, this is where I die.

I'm going to scream, or at least get a restraining order. What the freak keeps happening.

WHY JAKE?!

"Pleased to see me again, Princess?

"Ecstatic."

A/N: this scenes going to be continued in chapter 6, so I hope you liked it! So Jake and Amy are now not only both at the same school, but have to be partners in PSHE? Any ideas please? comment/vote, because you know you love Jake... You know you love Amelia... You know you ship it... #JAMY