2 weeks had past since my encounter with Matty. I'd started back at school. The dreaded 'final year of sixth form'. I'd made the same resolutions at the beginning of the school year as I usually do. '1. Revise 2. Revise 3. Revise'
Not to mention I was starting my applications for Uni, and had no clue where I wanted to go. All I knew was that I wanted to study psychology. I'd loved the subject since year 12, it just seemed so fascinating to me.
I pulled down my white shirt sleeve and gazed down at the library I was sat at the top off. The one good thing about my school. The library was huge and had 2 stain glass windows that overlooked our grounds. Today it was quiet as I procrastinated on my laptop.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my blazer pocket.
'Text from Matty' read my phone. I hadn't heard from him in 2 weeks, I'd figured he'd gone off touring and moved on.
It was only one night we spent together after all.
"Are you at school or uni right now?"
It read. 'hm, unexpected question' I thought to myself.
"School, I'm 18 remember?"
"I remember, it's just I have the day off and I wanted to see you.."
'yep really unexpected' I thought and glanced at the librarians making there rounds on the lower floor.
"Oh, shame I'm at school" I put my phone away not expecting a response.
It buzzed again. "it's 9.10 we have all day! Your not one of those goody- two shoes are you?!" I laughed at his brashness, there was the Matty I remember. I noticed 2 girls shooting me daggers from across the floor. I smiled apologetically and lowered my laptop screen over my phone. Some people do take their free periods seriously after all.
"Me? Never! I know, but it would take you all day to get here. It's outside of london." I sighed, actually feeling annoyed at the distance.
My school was only a 25 minute train from London, but with traffic and just general inconvenience I didn't expect Matty to travel here. Not to mention the state of me. I'm in a bloody school uniform after all! I opened my textbook, though I knew I couldn't concentrate. Who am I kidding..
"If it's in England I don't care how far, text me the address x"
I stared at the screen for at least 5 minutes strait. I glanced around at all the girls around me with their heads in books. Running my hand through my hair I text a quick reply before I regretted it.
"you realise when I say school, that means I'm in a school uniform..not exactly day out attire" I put my head in my hands and prayed he wouldn't think I was a complete loser.
"Lucky for you I have 9 pairs of the same jeans!"
I smiled and replied quickly "Okay, and a shirt then :) but make sure we're not matching!" I send him my schools address as asked and ran to the bathroom.
My hair was in loose curls from the bun it was in, 'not too bad' I thought as I combed through it pathetically. I put on some mascara, my skin was pretty good luckily. I grabbed a peach lip balm and physically gave myself a pat on the back for trying with my makeup.
I made my way to the music practice rooms, were I knew I would be alone.
Falling back into a chair, I tried to calm the fuck down.
I'd be missing my 2nd period English but I didn't care. All I could think about was the fact that Matty was driving here this very moment. Why the hell would he want to see me again? I thought about the kiss. Almost having a mental break down, 'I hope he doesn't think I'm usually that bloody confident' I thought. Sighing at the irony of the situation.
It had been half an hour since the text. I was stood in front of the mirror in the practice room, smoothing down my black skirt and fiddling with the shoulders of my matching blazer. 'What a twat, I look'
My phone buzzed and I held my breathe.
"I'm outside, the black car x"
