Wishful Thinking

Chapter Twenty Two - The Truth Behind Decisions

13th March 2015.

What a miserable date, John Green had texted me only moments ago telling me that we would have to stay at school a little while longer. Of course, school was over the moon, but breaking the news to everyone else was going to be horrible. So that had officially put me in a bad mood, not to mention having a bad lesson. Plus, it was Friday the thirteenth, it really was bad luck. First lesson was history and I was sitting at the desk, between Janet and Ems, twiddling my pen around my fingers and sulking. I hadn't had the heart to tell Tony yet, I'd tell him sometime during the lesson, probably. We were meant to fly out on Sunday, my mum was supposed to be picking us up tonight, taking us back to mine and then down to London in the morning, where we'd stay at my old London house. I wasn't freaking about the trip down or the place we were staying at I was freaking out about having to stay with a guy. I mean, I had nothing against him personally, but he was staying in my house for two nights straight. Being in a hotel with him was different, he was in a completely different room, but this was weird. I didn't like it one bit, maybe if a guy was my boyfriend or I had a crush on and they stayed at my house then maybe that would be fine but this wasn't! Tony was just a friend, always would be a friend, but I still didn't like it. Janet elbowed me in the ribs, "You need to tell him." she pointed out, pretending she was listening to the teacher.

"I know." I replied, focusing on my pen.

"When are you gonna tell him?"

"I don't know."

"What do you know?" Janet joked, chucking me a devilish grin that only she could pull off.

"That you're a sarcastic kissass." I shot back, trying to copy her grin.

Janet laughed once and started to actually listen to the teacher, I just gave up. History wasn't boring exactly, but right now it just wasn't worth my time. I kept stealing glances across the classroom, making sure Tony hadn't suddenly become psychic and was staring at me angrily. Okay, that might've been a bit of a stretch. I threw my pen down and breathed, I shouldn't be worrying about this, it wasn't for long. We were going to go to America in the Easter holidays instead, that was only like five extra weeks of school. Plus, I'd be here for my birthday, which was a bonus. "Alright everyone." The teacher said softly. "I have a practice exam question for you, why did the discoveries of the renaissance make little practical difference to medical treatment in the period 1500-1700?" the teacher sat at her desk and left us to our own devices, she started tip tapping away at her laptop, leaving the board on freeze.

I sighed long and hard, I really had no energy for writing today, especially this kind of writing. Before picking my pen up and putting it to paper I shot another glance at Tony. This time he noticed me looking and cocked his eyebrow as if to say 'what?' I just quickly turned my head back to the task at hand. That's when I felt a piece of paper hit my head, Janet looked to where it came from and mouthed 'Tony.' Obviously it was under exam conditions so no one was talking so everything had to be in a whisper, so that made things difficult. I opened the paper up and read the comment. Darling, don't just look at me and then pretend you didn't, you'll make me think you like me. There was a winky face next to the comment and I felt my cheeks warm loads, I did not like him. No, no, no.

I quickly scribbled my reply down, I just have something to tell you, and I DON'T LIKE YOU, you asshat. But now I faced a dilemma. How was I going to get my reply to him? I had two choices: throw it back and face the risk of aiming it wrong and hitting either someone else or the teacher or pretending to go to the toilet and passing it to him on the way out. I chose the latter, I didn't need to take risks today. I shot my hand out and called out to miss, she looked up from her laptop. "Can I go to the toilet, please?" I asked innocently.