Protecting The Bad Boy

Chapter Ten

Sorry it took so long for the update! Blame travelling and exams, but it's nice to be back (:

Here's a picture of Brett, some of you may recognise his amazing face from the Riot Club! Enjoy the chapter (:

Song of the Chapter: Reflections - MisterWives

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Chapter Ten: The Wrong Kind of Secretary

"So resistance is a measure of how difficult it is for electricity to flow through a circuit. It's caused by the free electrons colliding with atoms or ions in the metal..."

You know when you can feel yourself falling asleep when you're just not supposed to? Like you're in a public place, but for some reason you just can't seem to keep your damn eyes open. Everything is slightly hazy and you feel like you're on autopilot yet you can't do anything to wake yourself up fully. Yeah, you know that feeling?

That's me, right now.

Seconds away from completely dropping my head on the desk, the bell rings signalling the end of my Physics lesson. Honestly, the bell saved me from another round of detention with Mr Peters, the teacher who always caught me catching a few winks in the middle of his lessons.

With the bell echoing throughout the classroom, everyone begins to stand up and start grabbing their books.

"Excuse me!" Mr Peters grounds out. "You'll find that the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do." His face was getting redder by the second and I knew for a fact that he wanted us all out of the class as soon as possible but his pride just wouldn't let him. The class groan in unison as everyone sits back down.

The teacher coughs awkwardly for a few seconds before shouting, "fine, you may go now!" Teacher logic fried my brain, the sooner I no longer had to deal with it the better.

It was the dreaded lunchtime, which meant that I had the unfortunate task of talking to my father. I had only seen Houston once since this morning in History, the one of the two classes that we shared together. Granted we didn't say a word to each other, he didn't even acknowledge my existence, but he did however look pretty lost in thought throughout the whole hour.

Throwing my books in my locker, a chirpy voice interrupts my thoughts.

"So the weirdest thing happened to me yesterday. My main hoe left school in a somewhat 'emergency' and didn't even bother to call me last night and fill me in on the dirty details. Do you see the problem I'm having here?"

I turn my head to see Emily leaning against the lockers, arms crossed with an expectant look on her face.

"Well?" She eggs on when all I grace her with is a chuckle. "You seriously had me worried! I called you at least 36 times last night and was at no point greeted with your sarcastic remarks, just a crappy text message this morning!" She pouts and I can't help but resemble her to a sad puppy.

"You do know," she continues, "that we're not supposed to have secrets in this relationship! I expect a full report on every single thing you did yesterday, and this morning! Don't miss anything out, not even if you had ana-"

I clamp my hand over her mouth before she can finish what I was almost certain she was going to say. "Okay, okay." I give in, "but there was none of... That."

"Well that's a little disappointing," she sighs, her lips forming a frown as I remove my hand. She loops her arm through mine as we begin to make our way through the hallway.

"Promise you won't freak out?" The feeling of her curling her pinkie around mine was enough of an answer for me to continue. "You know who Houston Tate is?"