I've Got You

Chapter 3

Monday, 7th Feb

Y/n's POV:

I stand in front of the mirror and study myself.

I look exhausted.

Big purple bags fall under my eyes and my skin is slightly paler.

This weekend has been awful. My mum finally asked my dad to leave which resulted in the most emotionally draining Sunday of my life. When he finally packed and left, both mum and I sobbed for an hour. The relief of escaping years of his verbal abuse was huge.

For now.

Mum and I had a chat, which resulted in me agreeing to go to the school psychologist at least once every two weeks starting tomorrow.

I sigh and look at the clock on my wall through the mirror.

Shit! I'm gonna be late for the bus.

After a whole arse journey, I run into school and check my phone. 8:55. Ten minutes late.

I had to catch the bus because mum went to work early. The bus was late (thankfully) and then there was a crash along my route so it took double the time.

I scramble up the old bluestone stairs to put my bag in my locker, grabbing my laptop, pencil case and books out then race down the empty corridor to class. Before opening the door, I take a second to catch my breath.

Finally I try my hardest to quietly open the classroom door. Being late can get you into heaps of trouble here, so hardly anyone ever is.

Despite my efforts, the whole class turns to look at me standing in the doorway. I accidentally lock eyes with the beautiful red head, before feeling embarrassed and quickly looking away.

"So nice of you to join us Miss Y/l/n." Mrs March says, disapproval written all over her face.

I turn to look at her sitting at her desk. She has her laptop hooked up the the projector for the whiteboard, showing the daily school bulletin.

"Sorry, Miss. I really did try my best to sneak in unnoticed. Guess I need practice." I chuckle nervously and walk to my chair.

A few giggles hit my ears from around the class but they are immediately shut down with a criticising glance from March. I take a seat next to Iris, who is desperately trying to contain her laughter.

"Miss Y/l/n, if you think you can walk in ten minutes late to my class with that attitude, you are greatly mistaken." She states appalled, walking right up in front of my desk.

I crank my neck up to look at her towering over me. Her eyes land on my neck. "And if you would like to hand up your scarf to me, you can get it back after Friday's detention." She holds out her hand for me and I reluctantly unwrap the scarf from around my neck and place it in her hand. An annoyed huff leaves my lungs.

March turns, walks to her desk and sits, continuing on with the school news.

"Ughh! Why does this have to happen to me!" I exclaim, half sarcastically, only loud enough for Iris to hear.
"Maybe next time remember to put your scarf in your bag you goof. But for real, detention's a bit harsh."

I feel a pair of eyes on me so I look to my right, seeing Wanda on the other side of the room quickly looking away.

The bell rings for period one and I walk over to the hall to have my first PE lesson of the year. I missed out last week because we started the term on a Tuesday. I walk into the hall filled with people sitting down chatting.

There are plastic chairs set out in rows. A white board positioned in front of them. I pick a chair in the back row with a couple of spares next to me and sit down waiting for Ms Donaldson. I don't really know anyone well enough to sit next to.