I don't want to feel

Chapter 28

Hmm… Thanks a lot Mr. Heathcliff, whoever you are! I sincerely love you!

I looked at my alarm clock and realized it was 12:15AM.

Fuck!

I grabbed my phone and saw that I had 25 missed calls.

Ok, calm down, Sam. You’re late, yes, but there’s nothing you can do about it now, so just get ready and go to school.

A shower, an orange juice and five dark chocolate McVitie’s later, I was ready to go.

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It was 1:05PM by the time I got to school, which meant everybody would be in the lunch room.

I left my bike at the shed and my heart sank a bit when I saw Adam’s bike.

It won’t be long, now… You’ll know what’s up in less than five minutes…

In less than five minutes, I would see Adam. My heart started beating faster and faster in a desperate attempt to accelerate time.

I felt myself smile. I knew I must have looked silly as I was walking on my own, but I didn’t care.

I was about to see him again.

I decided to walk faster, but was stopped in my tracks by somebody calling my name.

I raised my head and saw that it was Miss Blake, one of the ladies from the Office.

Her lips were set in a tight line when I got to her. She looked angry, and kept shaking her head to show she disapproved of something.

“Hi, Miss Blake.” I greeted her with my best rendition of a lost puppy look, hoping to soften her a bit.

 “Miss Ford.” She answered drily. “You do realize, it is,” She looked down at her watch, “quarter past one, don’t you? Would you please, care to explain why you’re so late to school? I’m sure that after six years at Sandown High, you’re aware that school starts at quarter past eight, aren’t you? Besides, I did try phoning you several times this morning, but got your voicemail each time.” She started tapping her right foot impatiently.

“I overslept, Miss. I’m sorry. We came back from my surfing competition in Cornwall after midnight last night, and I guess I needed to catch up on some sleep, since I didn’t hear my alarm-clock this morning.”

“Oh, that’s true! You had that competition… in Newquay, wasn’t it?” I nodded, and she went on, “One of my sisters got married with a Cornish man. I love visiting her there. It’s a lovely area, isn’t it?”

“It is.” I muttered, bewildered by her sudden change of demeanor.

“So, how did you do?” She asked cheerfully.

What is she on about???

She must have picked on my confusion as she went on to explain, “At your competition?”

“Oh! I won the Junior competition, and finished second at the Women Open.”

“Did you?! Well, congratulations, then!” She proceeded to hug me so I waited stiffly for her to be done and to let go of me.

“Thanks, Miss Blake.”

She then, left me there without a word. My tardiness had been completely forgotten, apparently.

What a strange lady! One minute, she is about to serve me on a plate to Mr. Pritchard for lunch… And the next, she’s hugging me excitedly… Must be hormones!