Scales [ON HOLD]

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Chocolate

   The car jumped forward every couple of seconds in response to Sam's foot slamming down on the floorboards, and I was beginning to get worried. The tyres were wildly rolling about the road, barely keeping us in the white lines. I didn't know how we hadn't been pulled over by police. Sam told me that he couldn't drive, and yet there we were! I really wanted to tell him to stop 'driving' so I could get out, but I didn't want to be late. The school was only about half a mile away anyway, and so there wasn't really any point in me getting out. 

   "You know when you said you can't drive, doesn't that mean that you don't have a licence?" I asked him shakily. The taste of chocolate was still in my mouth.

   I glanced over at Sam. His crystal eyes were concentrating on the road as his slender hands gripped the leather steering wheel, forcing his knuckles to turn white. I sighed and looked out of the window, taking in a breath of fresh air.

   "I do have a licence, but it's Jack's, not mine. If I do get pulled over, I'll just say I dyed my hair. You okay?" Sam asked me, his eyes flickering over to me twice. He smiled and tapped me delicately on my leg, causing me to jump slightly. Rolling down his window a tiny bit, he smirked. "You have chocolate on your mouth."

   I looked him in the eyes and quickly swiped my top lip with my thumb.

   "Did I get it?" I asked him hopefully, although I wasn't entirely bothered. He shook his head and leaned back a bit, his head tilting to see my face.

   "No, let me do it." Sam parked the car into a parking space and unbuckled his seat belt. As he let go of the handbrake, he leant towards me and reached out his hand. I felt my face growing hot and red as he inched closer to me. I lightly bit my lip and waited for him to get it off. His hand was hovering over my lips as he adjusted his body position to lean in even further, making his face merely inches from mine as he concentrated on the spot of chocolate.

   He touched my bottom lip with his thumb and slowly wiped the chocolate off. I could feel his hot breath brushing my cheeks as he carefully removed the chocolate. I stared into his blue eyes as he gazed back into mine, his stare never faltering. His brown-white fringe fell over his eyes as he looked down at my lips again. I smiled.

   I lifted up my hand and hesitantly dragged his hair from his forehead, my finger trailing his skin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pulling back his blushing face. Shaking his head lightly, he smiled and reached into the backseat.

   "We must be going in now. First lesson has started." He whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and slowly retrieved my hand. In the distance, a bell rang. I looked to my right and saw that we were in the school car park.

   I picked up my rucksack and opened the door, being careful so as not to scratch, or worse- dent, any other cars. Sam did the same. I stood up and closed the door of the car, brushing down my boot-cut trousers. Sam closed his door, locked the car and waited for me to finish. I looked up, nodding, and with that we both made our way to first lesson.

   History, A13.

   As we approached the history corridor, I was tackled to the wall. I looked down in shock to see a confused black haired girl, no taller than my shoulder. She pinned me to the wall and hugged me tightly, a little too tightly.

   "Where were you this morning! You weren't in your form! I thought you DIED!" Vinnie screamed dramatically. I tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but she kept going to tighter and tighter. I gasped for breath.

   "Come on in, my little historians!" A cheerful voice called from inside the classroom.

   I must say, that teacher has great timing. If she had been a couple of seconds longer, I'm sure I would have suffocated. Vinariah let go and I ran into the classroom. I waited at the front of the class so that everyone could sit down in their spaces and then I would take any spare seat. As the spaces began to fill up, the teacher walked over to me.

   "You must be Octavia!" The brunette pronounced my name perfectly. I nodded. "Please, sit on seat D6."

   I looked around the room and tried to decipher what she meant. On the desk in front of me, there were the letters 'A2'. That must be what the seats were called. Judging by the fact the A was the first row, I counted back until I got to D, which was at the back of the class. 

   "One, two, three, four, five and six!" I counted. The seat I was sat in was right at the back in the corner- fine by me! I dropped my bag onto the table and pulled out my pencil case, plopping it onto my part of the desk. Most people were seated and there were only a couple of seats left; one near the teacher- presumably for bad kids- and another next to me.

   "Right then, register!" The teacher, Miss Leighton I think, hopped onto her desk chair and spun around before grabbing the mouse and clicking on the screen. The light shone brightly on her face, highlighting her excessive amounts of lip gloss and foundation. She still looked pretty nonetheless, but I didn't think it was needed, especially the mascara; her eyelashes were long enough!

   She called out the names as normal, but every now and then she would stop and tell us a story about what her cat was doing this morning, or what she had eaten for breakfast; these were my favourite types of teachers-wasting half of the lesson talking about their lives, even if history was one of my favourite subjects.

   After registering everyone, she turned the projector on and opened PowerPoint, revealing a title page about World War Two. Before she could say anything, the door burst open. Just as it was about to slam, the hand of the entrant caught it, their bony fingers slid around the edge of the door. I didn't know who it was because the stupid door was blocking my view. The teacher jumped from her seat and pouted at the sight of who it was.

   "Why are you late again, Mister?" She said, almost sassily. Her left hand was placed on her hips as her other hand was wagging a finger at them. I heard a deep chuckle come from the person at the door.

   "I am truly sorry, Miss Leighton. I was just caught in the middle of some slight... family problems."