Midnight's Promise

Chapter 4

My hand, sitting under my chin and holding my head up, slips and I'm rewarded with my head landing on the school desk with a large *Thud*. Snickers echo throughout the class, and I'm not even bothered to lift my head up. The class is putting me to sleep and my social companions aren't helping with all their whispering about this mornings incident. I've always hated Maths class, with all the difficult formulas to remember.

My maths teacher has gone over the same question about three times because this girl still can't get it. If I hear her sigh one more time I will be tempted to just stand up and climb into the air con vent above me. It seems to be blowing enough cold air too keep the Antarctic cold.

"But Miss, would the answer be seven, cause that's what I got," she asks and a quick flash of annoyance flutters over my maths teachers face but its quickly hidden with a fake interested look. I'm sure this experience is draining on her too. I take a glance down at my working out, I've ended up with some extremely wrong answer thats somewhere in the hundreds. I give up on listening to the teacher and let my mind drift off. The thought of Hunter going to the same school as me bombards my thoughts and I take a quick peak around the room. There are about twelve boys in my maths class, eight of them haven't got blue eyes and the other ones... all I have to say is I hope they're not Hunter.

I close my eyes, the day has been draining me as soon as I opened them this morning. The bell buzzes, jolting everyone out of their seat before Miss Melbridge can argue. I quickly pack my things into my bag and bolt out of the room, hoping to get this day over and done with quickly so I can go home and retreat to my bedroom; therefore hiding from Paul.

My next class is History, Lets get this over and done with, shall we.

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"Aaron Tate! Get back in your chair and behave," My history teacher calls out, though Aaron barely listens. It's about the end of class and Aaron has decided he's part lion. I've learnt from my experience this morning and haven't even glanced at him once, not daring to challenge the king of the jungle. Even though I like history, I hate this class; the teacher barely pays attention to us, and we are free to do whatever we want. With no teacher, having Aaron and his girlfriend in my class is horrible. They throw things at me, giggle with one another about me, insult me and kick my chair, which I'm half tempted to throw at them each time.

While Aaron is in only two of my classes, History and Chemistry, his girlfriend on the other hand, is in four, History, Sport, English and Seminar.

Oh the joy!

Aaron snorts, he ignores the teacher by crawling around the floor towards the front of the class and up to my desk, which so happens to be all nerd-like with all my books and pens opened and scattered around. He stands up slowly, I can feel him watching me as I keep my eyes downcast, pretending to be focused on the book on front of me.

" Loser," snickers Aaron as he leans across my desk and drags my books onto the floor, causing all eyes in the class to turn upwards and land on me, " I don't even know why you come here, everybody hates you, you're just damaged goods."

The tear drop rolls down my face before I can stop it, holding my breath I look towards my stuff cluttered around the floor. The whole class is silently watching to see what I'll do next, my weak little stance against Aaron. My breath hitches and I quickly try to swallow the lump in my throat down. "Umm," I mumble, slowly bending to pick up my books, my submissive side showing through.

His eyes widen slightly, I guess he wanted a reaction from me, though it's quickly covered with a look of triumph. Aaron opens his mouth, the words forming on the tip of his tongue quickly die away as the buzz signalling lunch blares throughout the classroom.