Chapter 10 - Whats happening (Mitches POV)

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All I could think about was Ali's body against mine, her warm arms wrapped around my neck and her legs twisted around mine.

Have I done something wrong? Did I do anything wrong that night?

I hadn't seen her in months, she had been cooped up in her house for ages. I missed her badly.

I got into school and snuck behind her locker door.

"Hello Baby," I said

She started acting all weird, and not being as bubbly as she used to be. She just walked off to registration.

I turned round to my group of best mates.

"Whats up with your misses?" Alex asked

"She's been like this lately, that isn't usually her style bro," Shay said looking confused.

The two other boys in the group, Nathan and Jamie just looked at me with wide eyes.

I need to talk to her and I know it.

"Have you done anything lately?" Jamie said "Anything bad?"

"Not that I know of," I replied trying to think of anything that could of happened.

Everyone went silent and I had to change subject.

"So, guys any action with girls lately?" I asked cheekily

"Oh yeahhhh!" Nathan replied, the first actual thing he has said since I came over

"Whoa, gossip now," I listened in whilst he babbled on

"Nice one bro!" We all said giving him a high five

Jamie looked down at the floor "Not really, me and Jessica broke up, she thought I was just using her for sex,"

"Arr, man, its a tough break sometimes buddy," I said trying to comfort him.

The bell rang not giving a chance for the others to share their stories.

I sat down next to Ali and tried to grab her hand but she pulled away uneasy. She glanced at me with her glistening eyes.

Thank-god the day was going kind of quick, last lesson we had geography, and I really couldn't be bothered for Mr.Peters groaning whilst he talks about the universe and environment.

I looked over my shoulder and Ali was stood in the middle of the hallway and talking to these two girls I had no clue who they were. I walked over but got pushed back as a crowd formed around Ali and the two girls.

"Ohhhhhh!" The crowd went as Ali started her insults.

When Ali starts she never stops, and you can never get her back for what she has said.

All through geography I sat staring out of the window until I suddenly got picked on right at the end of lesson.

"So Mr.Mitchell what can be done to stop global warming?" Mr.Peters asked

"Walk instead of using cars, don't waste electricity, ummm..." I said giving up after the first two

"And?"

"Sorry sir I don't know,"

"Come on guys and girls, you have an exam in less than two weeks, you need to know this stuff and quickly," He said looking around the class "So you now have homework for next Monday. You need to find as many things people can do to stop global warming as you can, the person with the most things that can be done, gets to get a lolly and to go fifteen minutes early," He continued

I wrote it on my hand and walked out of class as soon as the bell rang.

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I got invited into Ali's house after being greeted with a blehh from her brother as we kissed under the doorway.

This is more like herself now, and quite frankly I am liking it.

She led me upstairs and I liked where this was going.

I kissed her at the top of the stairs as she led me into her room and onto the bed.

"Round Two," I thought to myself

I pushed her up against her wall and kissed her down her neck. She let out a little sigh as she unbuttoned my shirt. She stroked my stomach and her hands went down to my belt. I put her arms above her head and played a game of tongsil tennis as I climb in-front of her.

After about five minutes she suddenly pushes me off and sits in the other corner of the room.

"What the fuck is wrong?" I strangely said

I expected her to give me the its not you its me speech. But I had to come clean.

"Your being all funny Ali and I don't like it, I thought you could trust me! But obviously not."

She started to cry which made me feel like shit.

I got up from kneeling next to her and headed for the door.

She called out my name as I gave her one last quick look.

"Call me when you can tell me the truth," With those words I walked out her room, down the stairs and out the door.

What isn't she telling me?

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