In the lily valley....

Janelles mistake

*Warning; characters occasionally swear*

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Janelles POV

After my performance in health class, and all the questions that everyone asked (the most ridiculous being 'do you like jam' for some reason, and the most spot on was someone just yelling 'girls are hot.' Yeah just don't ask), it was time for the class I was most terrified of; Higher Maths.

It's not that I'm bad at Maths or anything, I was actually top of my class in LA, it's just that I'm sitting next to Kerrie. On the same table. After I might have been the reason her and her boyfriend broke up. So, naturally, I did the most stupid thing my frantic hormonal squirrel brain could have decided and walked up to Kerrie in the hallway to talk to her, as she was walking alone.
"Hey there Kerrie." I said as I took my place next to her.
"Roberts, just fuck off and leave me alone. Go hang off Dan's arm if you're so desperate to annoy me." Kerrie said, with an almost defeated tone.
"Well I'm not trying to annoy you. I'm keeping a lonely looking girl company. I mean, we're sitting next to each other in Math, so I just thought I'd get to know you. Has anyone ever told you that you have the most gorgeous eyes?" The last bit slipped out before I could control it, making me extremely embarrassed.

We didn't talk all the rest of the way to Math, but I swear she looked either flattered or amused by my comment.

When we got to Math, and had some textbook work too complete as revision, Kerrie slipped me a note on baby blue paper. Slightly concerned, I pretended to drop my pen so I could read it under the table.

It said: "You know, Roberts, your not so bad. Maybe we can talk at lunch?
-Kerrie."

With a huge grin, I quickly wrote on the back,
"I would love to. See you there, Denway.
-Janelle"

I was ecstatic. Kerrie was actually giving me a chance! This could possibly become the best first day of school I've ever had.

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Kerries POV

So, Roberts is trying very hard to be friends with me. I originally thought that she was just clearing her conscience or she was just taking the mickey out of me, but Im not sure. I think she might actually be sincere- which is terrifying. She just walked up to me and started talking like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like she actually gave one about me.

And she complemented my eyes, which made me giggle, since I'm always a sucker for complements, but coming from a girl that could rival the sun in terms of hotness.....it makes me happy, ok?

I'm starting to think-even though I've not known this girl for more than six hours -that I actually enjoy being near Janelle more than I ever liked being near Dan. It's stupid, I've only just broke up with Dan, and I should be grief stricken, but Janelle just radiates passion and positivey.

Why do I feel like this?

After what was possibly the best Maths lesson of my life and the worst business lesson (Janelle didn't choose business it seems) it was finally lunch. Finally, I could talk to her!

"Kerrie!" An American accent called from behind my back.
"Ah, hello there Roberts. Fancy seeing you here." I joked.
"What was it you wanted to talk about, anyway?" Janelle asked, oblivious to my failed attempts at comedy.
"Well, quite simply, you, as it happens. You intrigue me, Roberts." I said, making Janelle look extremely confused.
"How so, Miss Denway?"
"Well, first off, why move from LA to Colchester? Why did you talk to me? Why did you refuse Dan's invitation? It would benefit you if he was your boyfriend. Why are you so nice to everyone? And why do you have to be so damn tall?" I said, bombarding poor Janelle with questions. She then went on to explain about her mother's heart break after the death of her brother, how she felt something about me was strange and unusual, and how she was actually considered short in LA, so either British people are abnormally small or Americans are abnormally tall (It's probably the latter.)
"So, since I just spilled everything about myself, it's your turn. Tell me, what's the home life like? How do you put up with English accents? Do you have siblings? What's your mom like? I heard about your Dad, but nothing about your mom. How is she?" Janelle asked.

My blood started to boil. No one talks about my mum for a reason. She was my everything. She brought joy to our family in times when there was very little of it. She was the glue that held us all together...and now...she's not here anymore.

"Oh, what would you know! It's hard enough people talking about their own mums, but here's a rule for this school, Roberts; you do NOT talk about my mum. Do you understand me?" I yelled, in an embarrassingly loud tone as Janelle gave a terrified nod.
"Maybe it was a mistake to trust you, Roberts. I'm starting to see that you are an insensitive toad. See you never, jerk." I spat in her face as I turned around and sped away to the girl's bathroom to cry, despite hearing Janelles pleas.

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DAN'S POV

Kerrie was absolutely ruthless once Janelle mentioned her mum. Although, I do question why, her mum died around six years ago. I could see the tears race one by one down her face as she made no effort to hide it. I knew now would be a good time to strike; while she's weak, vulnerable and alone. But first, I needed to attend to something important.

"I'm taking her to the private area. No, I'm not gonna do it. That's your job, doofus! I'll take her to the spot, Harry calls my name, you do your job, run and leave her crying, I come back and comfort her and mission success! Yes, I know. Yes, great, good for you.
Sam, are you even listening? No, it's not, come on Sam! Is it imoral? A little, is it creul? Oh yes, but it's 100% nessicary. Yes I'll -oh just move it already! Chop chop!" I shout, and hang up as I move out of my dark corner and towards the crying girl.

"Janelle? What's up?" I ask, do a phenomenal job at sounding concerned if I do say so myself.
"I-I didn't know about Kerries mum I really di-didn't...." Janelle said, her voice barely legible over her racking sobs.

Almost made me feel bad about what I was about to do.