Some Secrets Hurt.

Chapter 8

Bell’s POV-

Monday Morning.

I walked into the school gates feeling super happy and like nothing could ruin my day, I had my favourite dark blue jeggings on with a flowing white singlet.  I couldn’t help thinking about Elliot, good and bad.  Did this mean we were going out?  Had he thought about it all night?

 I had no idea what I would do when I saw him- think fast, oh god he’s walking my way think of something intelligent to say- I was about to open my mouth to say something to him when I noticed how he looked, like shit honestly. He had a black eye, a slightly scabbed lip and I just noticed he was kind of walking funny, like he was in pain…

While I was thinking about how shitty he looked, I had managed to knock over some poor 8th grader,

“sorry.” I muttered not taking my eyes off of him.

I’d just missed my chance, he walked straight past me not even glancing at me! My heart seemed to break a little bit, at least I had Science first up with him…Maybe I could talk to him then.  Or maybe

I took a deep breath before I walked into the science room, I was going to sit next to him and we were going to talk, I had a plan, it would be ok.

The butterflies had practically turned into rabbids in my stomach as I sat down next to Elliot, how was I going to start? “hey, why are you being a cold asshole again?” nah, too harsh.

“Hey, why did you ignore me in the hallway this morning and tear my heart out after last night when we kissed, you felt the spark too, I know it.” Hell no! stalker much!

The teacher hadn’t come in yet so most people were talking to each other, meanwhile me and Mr Mood swing here were sitting in an awkward silence.

“Why do you look like shit?” My eyes widened as I realised what I had blurted out, smooth Bell, real smooth.  Maybe he didn’t hear it?  Trying to believe that, I turned around and just looked out the window.

“What the fuck?” He hissed,

Uh-oh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,

I didn’t know what to do so I just tried to ignore him, my plan really didn’t involve this sort of conversation, it was supposed to be calm, understanding or something like that, my eyes started filling with tears, No! I was not going to cry in front of him!i was not going to cry over some stupid, mood swing teenage boy.  I willed my tears not to fall, I looked up out the window to stop them hoping he wouldn’t notice, I hated not being able to talk to him properly but everytime I tried, my voice would deceive me in every wrong way possible.

“Isabell.  Look at me.” His voice was calmer now.

I didn’t want to look at him, he would see my watery eyes, he would see what a sook I was being.  I continued to stare out the window and watch a group of people sitting in the courtyard looking happy, why wasn’t my life happy? I had a brother who was barely around, parents who were god knows where that didn’t love me, I was just attacked and now the person I cared most about right now was hiding things from me.

I heard his chair scrape the floor, my heart sank even further, when I came to the conclusion that he was leaving and giving up on me.

I was surprised when I saw him kneel in front of my desk, leaning his face on his elbows, he was staring at me intently, making me feel suddenly self-conscious, i was itching to pat down my hair and make sure it looked ok. Shit, I’m staring as well.   I looked down at my hands in my lap pretending they were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Isabell Rose Mctavish.”  His voice was calm, husky and slightly nervous all at the same time as he said my full name, it sounded so right coming from his lips, his perfect soft lips- Focus!

I froze, wait, he used my full name, slowly I looked up to him.

“Y-yeah?” I mumbled quietly.

“Would you like to tell me what is bothering you?”

“No…Maybe…”

“Well?”

I opened my mouth to tell him when I realised the teacher had just finished yelling at me, Elliot still hadn’t seemed to notice,

“Miss Mctavish, would you and Elliot Summers like a detention?” She asked devilishly.

I smirked, “Well I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave Elliot and I in the same detention room together, I don’t think I would be able to keep my hands off him.” I finished with a wink.

Where had that come from? Oh well, the look on the teachers face was priceless, she looked like she was about to explode.

Elliot was staring at me wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open. I could see shock as well as amusement twinkling in his eyes. Mentally I congratulated myself for making him speechless.

The teacher huffed sending me the biggest death glare then turned around to continue writing on the board.

“What?” I asked Elliot innocently