Boy's Boarding School-My Story (BOOK 1)

Chapter Forty-Three: Moving...Again?!

Chapter 43: Moving...Again?!

Amelia's P.O.V

"...because the Spaniards thought it could never be defeated. The once powerful Spain was now recognised as being defeated." I mutter to myself finishing off my History essay.

I shove my essay into my bag and chuck my bag on the floor next to my clothes that are slowly piling up. That reminds me, I need to do the laundry. I huff getting off my lazy butt from the bed and pick up the dirty laundry. I walk over to the kitchen holding the pile of clothes an arm length away from me.

They actually stink.

I shove the clothes into the washing machine and crouch down looking at all the buttons.

Erm...okay, what do I do here? Okay so obviously I put the powder in. I go over to the cupboard under the sink and pull out some washing powder. How much do I put in?

So lets work this out mathematically. I have quite a lot of clothes, so I would have to put at least 3/4 of the bottle in there....

Do I separate them? Aha, I see where maths comes into this...'Probability'. I take some of the clothes out of the machine and drop them in front of me. After having a discussing with myself for a good 5 minutes I put all the laundry back in and shut it tightly. Now what wash? How fast do I do it? Oh my God this is so long!

Its not my fault my own mother didn't teach me these things.

Okay well she tried...I just didn't listen.

"Need help?" asks a dangerously familiar voice

I snap my head, eyes wide towards the door. Just seeing him in front of me, made me tremble in fear! What was he even doing here?!

"Haven't seen you in ages Amelia" he says giving me a sick smile

"J-Jake?" I stutter, "No way" I breathe out stepping away from the washing machine. I felt like he was a police man saying 'Step away from the washing machine'. I bite back a smile that's threatening to ease onto my face due to my hilarious sense of humour.

Alright, not the time Amelia

"The one and only" he grins, "I didn't mean to intrude, its just that the door was open and...well I haven't seen you in a long time babe" he says approaching me

I look at his face disgusted, "Don't call me 'babe'" I snarl, "What are you even doing here?"

"To see your beautiful face of course" he replies walking slowly towards me

"Your the one who broke up with me remember?" I spit

"Aw come on, don't be like that" he coos backing me up to the kitchen counter.

Both my hands go on the counter leaning backwards to get away from his horribly attractive face. He places his arms on the counter trapping me, "I know I messed up, but I think I still love you" he says leaning forward into my face. I feel his minty breath hover over my lips and I slowly pull away looking into his greenish/greyish eyes.

He's straight forward isn't he?

"Don't forget, you did trash my car" he whispers, his hot breath tickling my ear. Like that's supposed to mean something, I scoff inwardly.

"Why..now?" I nervously speak inching away from him

He gives me sympathetic smile that I can clearly see through. He's changed...a lot. He wasn't the boy I fell in love with and here he is! Standing in blue jeans, in a wife beater and a leather jacket.