Transformation

Their Hobbies

A/N

Sorry I haven't uploaded for so long. Enjoy!

Lucy XD

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The rest of the weekend passed quietly, without event. Not. My mum wasn't particularly impressed with Jake, and I doubted he would be allowed back in this house. Ever. When I'd come home, I'd fallen into her arms and sobbed. When I'd told her what had happened, my mum had been utterly furious, and had demanded that I be taken to the doctor, both to be checked for injuries and to be checked for STDs.

I was bright red throughout the examination, and was glad when it was over. I was given a leaflet about dealing with it, but threw it straight in the bin. I was, thankfully, in good health, save from being slightly sore and aching, which was nothing to worry about, apparently, unless it continued for more than two weeks.

I was missing Amy, and she still wasn't back. I had sent her more texts than I could count, and she hadn't replied once. Even more worryingly, her mum didn't know either. Her parents were terrified for their daughter, and I promised that I would keep an eye out. I missed her like hell, and wanted to talk to her about Jake.

School that Monday was dull. Matthew wasn't in English, and I worried that I would have no-one to spend my day with. Depressing as it sounds, the only friend I really had to hang around with was Amy. But now Matthew had moved back to England, where he'd spent the first three years of his life, but didn't seem to be in school. Why was life out to get me?

I was right. I was alone all day.

The rest of my morning passed, and the rumours were flying about Amy. The boys' favourite was she'd hooked up and got pregnant, so she'd made a run for it. I was repulsed by the assumptions, although Aaron and Veronica loved the idea. Amy was missing, she hadn't hooked up, and myself and her family were exceedingly worried.

I saw Matthew at lunch, sitting with another group of boys from our English class. We had no grudge against each other, unlike Aaron and Veronica, so I wasn't complaining that my life-long friend was sitting with them. I was complaining because he could see me on my own, and he was ignoring me. Well, perhaps not ignoring me, as he kept looking at me, but he didn't walk over to me. Maybe I was as revolting as Jake had said.

The afternoon passed in a blur, and I was soon trekking down to the swimming pool after school. I loved swimming; swimming and gymnastics were the only sports I was any good at. My figure had changed drastically over the last two years, particularly over last summer. I had filled out, finished growing. I had filled out the curves in my body and the puppy-fat over my stomach had disappeared. I was one of those flat-bellied young adults, just without the multiple body-piercings. I had a slightly ridged stomach, although I wasn't an Olympic athlete by any means.

I changed quickly into a black costume and pulled my hair back into a pony-tail. I never bothered with goggles, as I could see perfectly under water without them. I walked out into the swimming pool and stood on a spring board. I ran along, and did a front-somersault in. The water rushed around me, enveloping me in glorious cold.

I was almost always the only one in here, so I got a shock when I surfaced, and saw someone swimming towards the deep end.

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Matthew's POV

I could see the second she walked into the lunch hall that something was bothering her. She shot some girls a nasty look as they gossiped about her friend, Amy. She sat down gracefully in a chair, on her own, and began picking at the salad she'd just bought.

"Matthew? Mate?" asked Luke, a friend I'd made in English.

"Hmm?" I asked, snapping myself out of my daydream.