128√e98 I love you

I'll Have Your Funeral Planned

"Miss Adams can I speak to you please?"

Mr. Thomas calls out my name, as I am about to leave this god-forsaken classroom. I hold in my sigh, knowing it will get me nowhere, and I prepare my oh so fake smile. I turn around and hitch my backpack higher on my shoulder, "Yes sir?"

He gestures for me to come to his desk and I unwillingly plod my way over, doesn't he realize I don't have time for this? I do have a class to get to!

"Let me get straight to the point," Please do "I want you to tutor" Oh god no..."Noah Kingsley" Kill me now, just straight up kill me, I don't care what with, just do it "Now I know what your thinking" Do you? Do you really? "But don't worry, you will get payment" Okay back up a bit, I've just come back alive, ZOMBIES!! EVERYBODY RUN! "You'll get £30 for each session" I'm pretty sure at this point my mouth was gaping open, I wouldn't just catch one fly, oh no, I would catch a million. It might not seem like that much money to some people, but to me, it was enough to sway my decision. Surely Noah isn't that bad?

"I'll do it," I say interrupting his now rambling voice, without even thinking what Molly will say, let alone what Ian will say.

"Great, I'll email you the details later, you can start next week Saturday" He says in response, his mouth twisting into what I think is a smile, it's hard to tell when his lips are so disgustingly thin and crooked.

I nod and turn around quickly when he says "Wait, let me write you a slip, the bell went, don't want you getting a late detention now do we?" He chuckles, it makes me want to crawl into a hole and die, then hands me the slip. I mutter an awkward "Thanks" and quickly head out of that hell.

*

I walk through the empty corridors, the eerie silence lingering in my ears as I enter the horribly noisy classroom of psychology. I spot the teacher, Mr. Lee, trying to calm the class down, unsuccessfully, might I add. He notices me standing by the door and I give him a little wave, I hand him my slip and proceed to my seat.

"Explain" Imogen declares, the moment my butt touches the seat. I roll my eyes.

"I'm going to be tutoring Noah Kingsley," I reveal hastily, wincing in preparation for her reaction. I turn my head slowly to look at her, her blue eyes are wide and her mouth is open, she looks even more shocked than I was, which I honestly thought was impossible. She recovers from her daze and lets out an excited squeal, "What?" she chokes out.

"BE QUIET RIGHT NOW!" Mr. Lee booms, finally silencing the class

A few minutes into his lesson Imogen nudges me and mouths "You are telling me at lunch" I let out a small chuckle and resume my notes.

*

After psychology I went to art whilst Imogen went to home ec, but as soon as I walked out of art I found a certain someone waiting for me. She then continued to pull me along like a puppy to the dinner hall.

"Soooooo..." She starts, her eyes watching my every move as I roll my eyes,

"Let me get my lunch first" I sigh, she's like a little kid

I collapse onto a chair at a table near the corner, the racket of students talking echoes around our huge dining hall. Imogen looks at me expectantly with eager eyes and I resist the urge to roll my eyes again.

"Okay, so Mr. Thomas called me back after math and asked me to tutor Noah Kingsley-"

"But why in your right mind would you want to tutor the bad boy?" She says confusion evident on her face "I mean he is hot and all, but, well, you know"

"Well, Im, you would've found out if you hadn't interrupted me..." I say teasingly and she lets out a sheepish smile, "Mr. Thomas offered me £30 for each session," I say unbelievingly

"No way!" She says leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table as her blonde curled hair falls over her shoulder,

"Yes way! Who would I be to turn that down?" I say laughing

"An absolute hamster fart, that's for sure" She says and we laugh. I open my chicken salad and start to eat.

"Do you think he knows?" She asks, "I mean no offence Kay, but he isn't one to willingly let a 'half-nerd' tutor him, he does have his ego to protect"

I shrug and say, "How should I know? But I do agree with you there, most likely he doesn't know, and most likely won't be too pleased when I turn up on his door step next Saturday..."

"Don't worry, I'll have your funeral planned," She answers darkly before winking at me.

Okay so I have started a new book, I'm trying a new start and will maybe carry on writing England to America later. I wanted to start afresh, and make my writing less like a list and add a bad boy. Just because hell yeah! I will be uploading new chapters every Thursday...hopefully, don't sue me if I don't. Please vote, leave a comment saying what you think, and please, read on! 

Thea x