128√e98 I love you

You're Best Friends with an Old Lady!

*Next Saturday*

I wake up earlier than usual, butterflies flitting around inside my small stomach. I had talked to Mr. Thomas and got both signatures needed for Molly, we had decided on 1:00, and by we, I mean Noah's Dad decided, told Mr. Thomas, who then told me. Talk about spoilt for choice.

I get out of bed, I'm wide awake now, there is really no point in lying in bed for another hour leaving my thoughts to myself, because knowing me, by the end of that hour I will have myself convinced that Noah is the devil himself, waiting for me to tread into his depths of hell. So without further ado, I grab my towel and head to the bathroom and take a hasty shower.

After brushing through my hair and putting it up into a messy bun I try to decide on what to wear. It's at times like these where I wish I had an outfit planner, or a stylist, or just someone to help. I have no idea what to wear; I know that Noah's family is rich, so maybe something sophisticated, but then again, it's a Saturday, so perhaps something casual. I sigh.

I'm tempted to bang my head against the wall, but don't, in fear of waking up a grumpy teenager whose name is Lucy, she's a bitch.

Okay, I have an idea, what would Imogen do? Actually scratch that, she would wear something as slutty as possible to try and get Noah to kiss her. Not that she's a slut, she's just... well, she's just Im. I could just pretend I'm going out with Im or Dylan? Yeah lets try that, probably some form of jeans, oooh! Boyfriend jeans, I love them! Not to mention, it covers up my legs, which I am incredibly insecure about. Right, so my ripped boyfriend jeans, and I guess a tight top to contrast? Sure, why not? I open my drawers and look for a tight top, I spot a maroon tank top and instantly know it's perfect, it isn't cut too low. I might be cold, but I'm pretty sure I won't be, it's not cold for spring. Even so, I'll make sure to take a jacket with me when I go.

I'd really love to say that usually it doesn't take me this long to pick out an outfit, but I'd be lying. Shameful, I know.

I glance at my phone; 9:23, breakfast is at 9:30, most of the kids go to breakfast in pajamas, although a few are dressed for the big occasion. There are 15 kids here, including me. But no, it's not just Ian and Molly, during the day we have a few other helpers, 3 to be precise. I enter the kitchen-dining room and smell pure heaven. Well, not really, but you get the picture. Ian spots me and gestures for me to help, I roll my eyes and take his already prepared plates, I show off and balance 4 on my arms. This time it's his turn to roll his eyes.

*

After breakfast I have no idea what to do with myself. Right now I'm sitting cross-legged on Dylan's bed while he does his homework. I'm pretty much bouncing up and down, I'm not even excited; I'm bloody nervous!

"Kayleigh Adams, stop right now, before I chop your legs off!" Dylan shouts, throwing me a glare. Geez, that's a bit harsh isn't it? I sit still and struggle not to fiddle with something or fidget, something I do when I'm nervous. "Kay? You look constipated," Dylan says chuckling lightly

"Hey! I'm nervous!" I defend, feigning hurt and placing a hand over my heart

"For gods sake Kay! Do something to distract yourself!" Dylan exclaims

"Like what?" I ask fiddling with my hands

"I don't know! Here!" He says, getting more annoyed by the minute, he runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair before rustling some papers and gives me a scrap sheet of paper and a biro.

"Thanks" I say and give him a grin and he lets out another chuckle, even when people are angry, I can't help but try to be happy. It breaks the ice.

I look proudly at my finished masterpiece, I like drawing in biro, I don't draw in biro often enough. I like how it shows all my mistakes. 

I glance at the clock; 12:07, I should probably get ready to leave soon, I've looked up Noah's address and it's about 2 and a half miles away. I can walk that, seeing as I'd rather not borrow Molly's car, which is horrible, it has peeling rusty green paint and smells, of what, I'm not sure of exactly.

"I'm gonna get going soon" I announce to Dylan

"Oh, yeah sure. Want me to walk with you?" He says in reply, although the way he said his offer, it sounds more like a chore.

"No, don't worry" I say laughing, shaking my head at him

"Oh good, I can't be asked, I was just trying to be polite" He says, relief evident on his pale face.

"Oh believe me, you try, but fail..." I tease smirking

"Shut up and go tutor you old lady!" He says taking his biro and pushing me out of his room, I chuckle and shout back "You're best friends with an old lady!" but run off before he has a chance to reply. I always get the last word in, and I'm proud of it.

I get into my room and grab my school bag; I take out my English and Biology books, put them in my drawer and grab my math textbooks and equipment. I sling it on my shoulder and make my way downstairs, after grabbing a black jacket and putting on my fake Dr. Martins, because who has money nowadays, certainly not me, that's for sure, I find Molly let her know I'm going and so here I am treading the gravel path leading to the outside world...dun dun dunnnnn!

*

I can't help but stare at all the beautiful houses surrounding me; they are magnificent, each individual in their own way. I take out my phone and see that Noah's house is a little further down the street. I focus on my stammering heart and try to calm down my nerves, I glance up from my phone at Noah's house and instantly feel out of place, I should've worn a freaking dress! I slowly walk up the stone paved driveway to the door, taking everything in.

I ring the doorbell and wait, shuffling my feet in anxiety, suddenly the door opens to reveal an older woman wearing a t-shirt and jeans . She seems very kind already, maybe I won't be so out of place...

"Hello, are you here for Noah?" She asks scrunching up her nose, making me rethink my opinion on her,

"U-um, yeah, I'm here to tutor him" I reply nervously and instantly see her shocked reaction,

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I thought you were another one of his one-night-stands!" Like I would be one of his flings! "And when Mr. Kingsley said he had got young Noah a tutor, I pictured someone older than you dear" I nod understandingly and she gestures for me to come in.

"What's your name?" She asks as she takes my coat for me, I stutter a quick "Thanks" not being used to having someone do things for me,

"My name is Kayleigh," I say smiling

"And your second name?" She responds, her brown eyes looking deeply into mine,

"Adams" I voice, looking around me at high ceilings, polished floors, expensive rugs and bookshelves, amazed at everything.

"Okay, miss Adams-" I shudder at the name and interrupt her rudely

"Please call me Kayleigh" She looks a little shocked

"Are you sure?" I nod my head quickly and she continues, "Young Noah is still asleep I'm afraid, his room is up the stairs, third on the left"

Her words sink in, hold up! She wants me to wake up Noah! She takes in my expression, laughs and then gives me a slight shove, encouraging me to go up the stairs. I stumble forward and snap my head around just to see her rushing off, great! I have to wake up the bad boy; I really hope he's a morning person.

Hola! I'm so sorry I'm updating late, but better late than never right?! I will be posting another chapter today as a sorry for not updating in time *rushes to click next chapter and doesn't bother to finish reading the author's note*

Thea x