Your the only one I've ever loved

Chapter 4

I awake, the spring light was bright. Birds chirping. The air was still crisp. I look over to my alarm clock and see that I woke up two minutes before my alarm. The worst feeling ever.

I groan and get out of bed. I get dressed for school and decide to do something different with my hair.

I walk downstairs and see my mum already awake with Lottie. Theo didn't take long to come downstairs when he could smell streaky bacon. I ate a slice of toast and got into my car.

I started it up and it refused to start. I give it a minute and then it starts up. It must be the cold spring air. I shrug it off and start driving to school.

I park it in the parking lot and walk towards my locker. Once I have grabbed my notebooks I start walking to my first period. When I walk in my heart sinks when I see Dennis.

I forgot he'd be here. He turned round to glance at who walked it. His eyes met mine. I was shocked at the sight of his face. It was so messed up. He had stitches, it was swollen, cut, bruised. It didn't look like Dennis.

He was quick to put his head down as I walked further into the classroom. He didn't speak a word the entire lesson, not even to name call me.

The bell rang and I rush out to find Noah. When I see him I speed up. "Are you okay?" He asks with concern lacing his tone. "Please tell me that you have nothing to do with Dennis looking like he fell off a cliff." I plead.

"Cupcake, the problem was resolved. That's all that matters." He whispers. "You could get into so much trouble if anyone finds out. You could kiss your football career down the drain, and for what. For me?" I whisper shout back.

"Yes." He said without hesitation. Yes? Is he really that stupid. He would flush his dreams down the drain for me. "Why?" I feel myself questioning. "I don't have to explain myself cupcake." He smirks before walking off.

Great, annoying Noah is back.

I attend all of my classes and when I get home I bake. The only thing to calm my racing thoughts. I put in my AirPods and bake cupcakes. Ironic. I love making cupcakes, the decoration, the cases.

I am enticed in baking for a couple of hours. The timer rings signalling me to take the cupcake sponges out of the oven. I reach into the oven and hiss in pain. "Shit." I mutter under my breath.

A great big burn on my arm. It hurts like a bitch. I quickly take the cupcakes out and turn the oven off. I run over to the tap and flush my arm with freezing cold water.

I stand there for around twenty minutes. My arm numb from the coldness of the water. I reach into the first aid kit for some burn cream.

Once I have gathered myself back I decorate the cupcakes. Just as I finish decorating them I hear the front door close. It will be my mum and Lottie after they've been to watch a movie at the cinema.

Cupcakes Maya made: