Desire of the Heart (A student/teacher romance) [REWRITING]

Desire of the Heart. Chapter Five

Chapter 5

 “MY HEART’S A STEREO, IT BEATS FOR YOU SO LISTEN CLOSE. HEAR MY THOU-“ I cut off the blaring alarm, reminding me of the fact that this was my first day of my last year at boarding school.

“Tess, hun, you need to get up now, I know you feel like crap but it’s the first day of school.” I said gently shaking her.

“Mrhnn.”

“Come on Tess, you know you have too. The quicker you get up, the quicker you can get paracetamol and coffee. There’s a cooked breakfast downstairs with your name on it.”

“Can I use the shower first please?”

 “As long as you don’t use all the hot water.” I helped her out of bed and made two strong coffees. “Mollie?”

“Yeah hun.”

 “It’s your turn.”

“Thanks Doll, coffee’s in your wardrobe.”

 “Molls, you are literally the best.”

“I know.” I laughed, my head pounding. I walked into the empty bathroom, and took a long awaited shower. Once I had finished, I got out and dried and straightened my hair, did my makeup, and headed into my wardrobe to don my uniform for the day.

As I was in attendance at a highly respected English boarding school, the uniform standards were expected to be exemplary. Every child dressed in the same simply coloured, smart uniform. It consisted of a navy pleated skirt (which Tess and I look great care in either shrinking or rolling up, the latter had to be done at the start of the year with a new uniform), a tightly fitted white blouse, a navy tie, a bobbly navy cardigan (which either had to be ordered in a few sizes too big or too small depending on the look you were accustomed too and personal preference), white ankle socks, white knee high socks, black tights or tan tights, a navy blazer (which I took great delight in rolling up the sleeves of everyday, despite being reprimanded by almost every teacher for it), black shoes (Tess and I wore black patent ballet pumps as they looked cute and were relatively quiet to sneak around in) and a black, white, grey or navy bag (I had chosen a grey Mulberry satchel as it held all my books whilst still looking cute, and Tess used a trusty black Prada bag, which always hung elegantly off of her elbow).

“How do I look?” I asked her.

 “Very studious.” She laughed. “Me?”

“Such a nerd.” I giggled.

“Breakfast time.” She spoke in a sing-song voice and spun on her heel.

“Someone’s hungry.”

“I’m going to try and eat off the hangover.”

“I might have to join you.” I smiled, picking up a box of paracetamols and dropping them into my pocket. “We’re going to need them.” After trudging down the many flights of stairs we came to the ground floor and sat at the year thirteen table on the girl’s side, opposite the Harvey, Dylan and Freddie. “Who feels hung-over?”

“Me.” They all groaned. I passed them each a pill which they took gratefully, and downed with one mouthful of water.

“Watch our bags; we’re going to fill our plates with as much as we can.”

“Have fun.” And with that we joined the queue and pilled our plate with pancakes, toast, fruit, beans, bacon, egg, sausage, biscuits, and hash browns. “You weren’t kidding.” Dylan smiled, shocked.

“And eat.” When the bell rang for form time we were half way through our breakfast.

“Saved by the bell.” I smiled. I picked a piece of toast off my plate and stood up, ready to leave. “Come on Tess.”

“Mmm.”

“Now.”

“Coming.” We all walked back up the stairs towards the attic, where our form room was. On the non-academic side of the school, aka the north wing. “Mollie Hernandez, Tess Khan, Freddie Hastings, Dylan Miller, Harvey Miller. You’re late. Do you have a valid excuse?” Miss Long bellowed. For a small woman she had a loud voice.  

“Sorry Miss. Tess wouldn’t stop eating.” Freddie laughed.

“Sit down. Oh and Mollie.”

“Yes Miss?”

“Toast in the bin. NOW!”

“But Miss. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

“Do I look like I care.”

“No Miss.”

“Bin now.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Have you realised Miss Hernandez, that this happens every, single day.”

“Yeah.”

“Why is that?”

“Cos maybe one day you’ll let me eat in here.”

“That won’t happen.”

“I know. Can I sit down now Miss?”

“You may.” I walked to the back of the room and sat in the middle of the back row, between Harvey and Tess. “She’s such a cow. It’s just a piece of toast.”

“Mollie?”

“Yes Miss?”

“Are you here today.”

“You talked to me like five seconds ago Miss, you know I’m here.”

“Miss Hernandez, are you here today?”

“Present Miss Long.” I spat out.

As soon as she finished the bell rang, dismissing us from form. “English Lit now.”

“Brilliant.” Tess spat sarcastically, this is what we’re like to teachers when we’re hung-over.

“We have Maths. With Miss Hooks!”

“Wheyyy.” Miss Hooks, a usually lovely teacher, is especially harsh on students that are hung over, good luck boys. And with that we headed to the south wing and to our respective classes, for an hour of boredom.