Finding Jess

Chapter 23 - What Are We Going To Do?

I stood up from my desk where I found all my weight being draped to the left-hand side of my body. Eventually my feet couldn't bare it any more and my being couldn't hold itself up anymore - I gave up and fell.

"Jess!" Luke gasped as he leapt forward from his seat and caught me seconds from hitting the floor.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Simmons asked. Yeah I'm all peachy!

"I think she's having a panic-attack." Luke said holding me up.

"B... bir... Birmingham." I breathed in a whisper through tiny stutters.

"What?" Mr.Simmons asked.

"It's where she's from, she must be home sick." Luke said seeming worried. "Please sir, she can barely speak, I think it's serious."

"This is the most I've ever seen you participate in this class Mr. Hemmings." The sir said almost joking, but Luke just flashed him a grim. "Please escort her to the nurses office." He gulped regretting his previous words.

"Come on Jess." Luke said lifting me off my feet bridal-style and grabbing my backpack as well as his. He still hadn't answered the sir unless a bleak glance counted as an answer, all he did now was rush out of the class.

He seem to be in quite a hurry, but I managed to let him hear the few faint words that fell from my mouth.

"Put me down?" I said effortlessly, but with no flavour.

"What?" He said as he came to a dead stand-still and looked at me with shock.

"Hello, put me down." I said as I waved my hand in front of his face causing him to almost drop me. Once I was finally grounded, I took my backpack from him and stood still.

"Wait... what? You faked it." He said still on that topic.

"So what are we going to do now?" I asked excited in skipping class for the first time.

"WAIT... You faked it?" He asked again.

"Yes yes. Give me a standing ovation, a round of applause." I said seeming to not give a damn. I was eager to find out what we were going to do.

"But... yeah I'm a great actress. Whatever, now answer me."

"I serious thought you..." He said with true feeling behind his eyes. "I thought you were..." He stopped. Um, never mind just, um... this way." He said a bit jittery and led me out of the building.

Harry's POV

Today just kept on getting worse. Firstly, everyone only seemed to care about that beeoch Megan and not Jess. Nothing happened to Megan - except the slap, but that's not the point - and Jess' face met a flight of stairs. All these idiots only care about their queen moron.

Secondly, I'm being called to the headmaster's office. Probably for slapping that thing, but what can I say, she deserved it and much more. Like I said before, the worst is suspension. Since he called me, and I chose to go, he can wait for me to come no matter how long I take - and I'm taking my own sweet time. If he really wants to see me he'll understand - huh, what am I talking about? I don't need anyone to understand, I do things how I like.

I barged into the principal's office not bothering to knock as I entered and was met by quite a few face - one in specific.

"Mr. Styles we see that you've finally decided to show up." Said our headmaster Mr. Ernest.

"Why are they here and that thing." I said looking at all the strange faces across the room and specifying on Megan.

"Megan and here father are her to sort out some business. The rest are the Governing Body-"