The Last Time (On Hold)

Chapter 2

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21st March, 10th grade

"...and that is trigonometry!" Mrs Gosbel, our maths teacher finished triumphantly. I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. I had already done this stuff ages ago!

"Miss Chase! Since you seem to be off with the fairies, answer this question!" She said, smirking evilly. Mrs Gosbel hated me, I hated her. The feeling was mutual.

"The Sin value is one over two, Cos is square root of three over two, and Tan is square root of three over three." I muttered, barely glancing at the board. She truly looked stumped, and turned to Ella, a popular girl. I slumped forward into the desk. I honestly couldn't wait for this lesson to end!

"Girls! For prep*, do pages 174 and 175!" The teacher shouted over the bell. Everyone groaned in response. Except Ameila-Rose. God, how I loathed that girl! She sucked up to ALL the teachers, but she was a particular favourite of Mrs Gosbel. Blergh! I skipped out of the room, only to run smack bang into St.Helga's headmistress, Mrs Claris.

"MISS CHASE!" She blared, her face turning purple. Before she could issue me a week's worth of sharpening pencils and doing cleaning duty with Sister Jane, Sister Clara, the sweetest person on the planet sidled up to us.

"Oh, Saffy! Come on, you don't want to be late for prep time, do you?"

"No," I smiled inwardly, seeing the look of pure anger on Mrs Claris' face. I skipped off towards the library.

"Geez! Don't expect Sister Clara to cover for you ALL the time!" I whipped around to see my bestest British friend.

"Hey Frey," I said, before going on my tip-toes to hug her.

"Hey yourself Sappy," she retorted. I grimaced. How many times I told her not to use that nickname! "So, how was an hour torture with Mrs Belly?"

"MRS BELLY!?" I cracked up,

"Yeah, it went as usual?"

"Suppose," I said innocently, as we entered the cavernous library. "I owned her, and Little Miss Perfect sucked up to her."

Miss McKeirown, the Irish librarian waved at me and Freya when we walked in. We were pretty much the only people that used the place, so she knew us quite well. Frey pulled me down to a table, just as Mr Asworth, a balding, 60 year old, who has nothing better to do than give us a boatload of homework, and complain about us "juveniles",walked in. I pulled out an atlas and my geography book, with my pencil case and a notebook. Asha and Izzie, my two other friends, sat with us, and pulled out various books. Silence descended upon the room, as everyone started on their homework. I finished everything pretty quick, and glanced at the clock. Another 39 minutes to go, until we were free to do what we wanted. Another 39 minutes until my date with Lewis! I felt like jumping up and down in joy! Lewis was Mr Harper's son, and my boyfriend since the weekend. Mr Harper wasn't a teacher, but owned Harper's Sweet Emporium in the local village. Since I was a major sweet and candy junkie, every weekend, I would go on a major shopping spree in the Emporium, and got to know Mr Harper quite well. One weekend in year 9, I had seen Lewis. We got to know each other, and last weekend, he finally got the guts to ask me out. Of course I said yes, and today he decided to take me on a date!

I randomly doodled in my notebook, and thought of America. My dad and mum were working in Britain now, and some of mom's cupcake stores were open here as well. Sam's hurt expression came back to haunt me. Unconsciously, I started to draw his face.

"Wow, some cutie you've drawn!"

"Is he real?"

"OMG!" My friends' voices brought me back into reality. I looked down at my page. A perfect copy of Sam's face stared back up at me. I gulped. I shouldn't be thinking about him, I have a boyfriend. I love Lewis, right?

I should.

But I don't.

Do I?

The ringing of the bell pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Come on! We have to decide on what you're wearing to dazzle your little boyfriend!" Asha pulled me up, and Izzie slung my bag over her shoulder.

"Izzie...."

"WTF! Your bag is like majorly heavy! What do you keep in here? A kitchen sink?" Izzie squealed. With her blonde hair and text speak, she may seem like an airhead, but a 95% average is pretty hard to keep up!

As they dragged me to the room that me and Frey shared, me and Asha were having a serious conversation.