It just had to be a love story.

Chapter 3

"Farrah, How about you?" Mr Maslow spoke, my body tensed and I held my breath hoping that it wasn't my name I heard.

"What! Sir you can't be serious." Terra objected. For the first time ever, I was glad Terra and I agreed on something.

"I am. Farrah, show Heighton around." Mr Maslow said.

"It's fine sir, let Terra do it. She is begging for the attention after all. Why not indulge her?" I smirked, tapping my foot against the table. Everyone was staring and I didn't like it.

"I wasn't asking you Miss Wince. It was in fact, a clear instruction. Besides, you look like you'd rather be elsewhere. So I'll indulge you." Mr Maslow said with a sly grin plastered on that smug face of his.

After a few minutes of glaring at him with no effect. I stood up reluctantly, packed my book into my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

"Oops." Terra said and pushed a bag out in front of me, I stumbled over it but quickly gained my balance. My right hand was up against the wall as a support system.

My eyes throwing daggers at Terra, I glared at her, but she seemed to be concentrating on something else. I looked back to the front, heat ran to my face and my stomach dropped.

Remember the wall I'd had my hand up against? Well it turned out it wasn't a wall, because I could feel heat radiating from it and on to my hand, as well as slow warm breaths on my forehead. The source... Heighton.

I let my hand drop from his chest and he let his - one I hadn't noticed before - drop from the small of my back.

"Sorry about that." Heighton said. I stepped back from him. The distant feeling surfacing in my stomach. I could feel it along with the heat on my cheeks. I shook my head.

"Don't apologise, the fault is not yours but mine." I looked back to glare at Terra one last time.

There wasn't much of a conversation between Heighton and I. Simply because I had nothing to say. My thoughts were traveling through space and I'd forgotten the initial task. It was only when he cleared his throat that I remembered his presence.

"This is the..." I began, not really sure what room it was. I didn't know much of the school either so it was pretty much guess work all around. A student stepped out of the room holding his arm.

"Uh hey you, what's this room?" I asked him.

"The nurse's office." He answered, staring at me like I was dense. I nodded and turned towards Heighton who looked like he was holding back a laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He shook his head, I simply nodded. I wasn't about to ask him anything if he didn't want to say anything. We began to walk again.

"I have been walking with you for the past hour and the only thing you've actually showed me were the toilets and the principal's office. Apart from the nurse's office, which by the way was shown to me by someone else." Heighton smiled down at me.

"That long?" Was all I could manage as the bell rang for the next period. I grabbed Heighton's hand and pulled him into a corner between a row of lockers and the wall, hiding us from the on coming traffic of students, as they flooded the halls.

Once the corridors cleared, Heighton and I stepped out into the open.

"Okay. I guess I haven't been such a good tour guide huh?" I asked tugging at the sleeves of my T-shirt.

"No you haven't."

"I'm sorry, let's just start over?" I suggested. Pulling the sleeves down. Making a mental note to never listen to Rhiyan. Even though she barely used words.