It Was Only A Kiss

Chapter 4: It Started Out With A Kiss

Cleopatra

2:03PM

I pretty much ran to maths to get my seat at the back, I just wanted to avoid the idle chat that happened in the hallway before lesson. Before second bell had even the chance to ring, I was already in my seat doing the preliminary work Mr. Whittingham had written on the board. A couple of minutes later the rest of the class started bustling into the room, some were wearing blazers, some hoodies. They all spoke loudly and arrogantly as they made their way to their tables. It’s quite sad how clicky this stupid school is. Loud, obnoxious, sporty guys in the middle (perfect position for spit-balling the board), trampy, disgusting, fake, annoying ass bitches at the front table nearest to the window and the other groups were equally distributed around the room. It’s even sadder that I used to belong to one of those ‘going-nowhere-fast’ clicks.

‘Now, if you would care to care about your education, does anyone know the answer to the question on the board?’ boomed Whittingham. No one had noticed I was here so I was good, but I was curious to see what this stupid bitch had to say. Saffron Brown. She always had something to fucking say.

‘The answer is 500 sir’ she replied with a smug expression.

‘No. It’s not, now would anyone care to share why the answer Saffron gave is wrong?’. I would have loved to say why she was wrong, I think that would make me smile.

‘No, no one… What about you Cleopatra, don’t pretend you’re not here!’. I looked up and in one swift moment the whole classes faces were staring at me. Fan-fucking-tastic.

‘I-I-I-I I don’t know sir’. He walked towards the back of the room to where I was sitting and picked up my exercise book. For god sake, couldn’t this bald headed nigga just leave me alone.

‘Well you obviously do, because it looks like you have the correct answer. Now everyone I’m about to write what Cleo has written in her book, unlike Saffron, Cleopatra used BIDMAS which is…’

‘Brackets, Indices, Division, Multiplication, Division and Subtraction’ the class chanted boringly.

‘And the use of BIDMAS class is the difference between a D and a C grade. Now turn to page one hundred and forty three, exercise… 13J and start on number one and do as many as you can. Cleo, I want you to get to the A star questions got it?’. I slowly looked up and nodded but before I found the page I caught Saffron’s eye contact. She glared at me ferociously… shit though, if looks could kill. I really am in for it.

3:02PM

It was less than 15 minutes left before the end of the lesson and sir had asked me to come to the front of the class whilst the others packed away.

‘I don’t know what has happened to you and I don’t know whether I dislike it or not but for some reason you have detached yourself from everybody else in the classroom, the whole year in face and you’re excelling dramatically, but what I want to know is why? I mean don’t get me wrong I know it’s none of my business bu-’

‘You’re right sir it is none of your business but it really doesn’t matter I’m fine, it’s just I’m having some troubles at home, nothing major’

‘I can call in your parents?’

‘No… No… it’s fine, just I’ll be ok. I promise’. He looked so concerned. He actually genuinely cared about me too. We’ve had our ups and downs. Mainly downs. I’ve called him a prick, quite a few times but I’m over that now. All I care about is my grades because at the moment, it’s the only thing getting me out of this hell hole.

I started to make my way to the back to the class and before I even had time to stop myself, I fell face first onto the floor. Laughter erupted all around me giving me an instant headache. I lightly touched my face which had felt warm and wet and to my surprise blood was gushing out of my nose. I slowly got and turned to face Saffron who was in tears because she was laughing so much. If I had a knife I would probably have stabbed her to death but I did one better. I grabbed onto her by her hair extensions and smashed her head repeatedly against the school desk she was sitting on till I saw blood. Once I was satisfied with my dirty work I ran to the back of the class quickly, packed the rest of my stuff up and legged it out of the door. I heard sir calling after me but I ignored him and kept running.

I don’t know how long I ran for but I didn’t stop until I was out of breath. I had run to the Holy Trinity Church’s cemetery. I was alone and when I walked through the gate a chill went up my back. I faintly heard the engine of cars from the background but otherwise, It was just me. I looked around for a certain grave and after about two minutes I found it. It read ‘Adam Nicholls’. I fell to my knees and broke down crying. I couldn’t keep it in anymore I was so done with everything. My family, school, people, Blake, my life, everything. All of their lives would be better if I was dead. I have no choice. See you soon Adam.