Scales [ON HOLD]

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Bottle

   I tapped my finger on my leg to the beat of the piano song I was playing as I walked to English. At least Jack, Sam and Vinariah were in my class. But was I happy that Robin was there? I didn't even know. I knew that he probably had reasons for his behaviour, but he doesn't have to ignore me completely. I wished he would go back to how he was. The first time I met him, he was outgoing and comfortable around me, it was unreal.

   Walking up the concrete ramp, I pulled open one of the doors to the small english corridor and stepped in. There were many people bunched up outside the english door, most of them were either gossiping or playing 'Colour Switch' on their phones. I scoffed and moved away from them all, leaning on the wall. Closing my eyes, I sighed and thought about what happened in the piano room.

   Jack hugged me, and told me not to speak or move in case he did something stupid. I lifted a hand to my jaw where he traced a finger along it. What 'stupid' thing would he have done? I would have to find out. I planned to ask him tomorrow when we had both cooled down from the situation.

   "Alright, class. In you come." The english teacher squeaked through the door. One by one, the pupils began to walk in and sit down. Her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun which let strand of hair cover her blue eyes.

   I followed the line and made my way to my assigned seat. Sitting down, I unpacked my pencil case and heavy chocolate milk. I untwisted the lid and began to drink it.

   "Oi, Octavia! Can I have some? My throat is so dry..." Vinariah whispered across the classroom. I sighed and turned to see her. She had her hands clamped together as her puppy-eyes forced me to say yes. When the teacher wasn't looking, I threw it to her and turned back to my desk. Mrs. Moldovan had already started the lesson. She was neatly writing up instructions on the board as we copied them into our books.

  I copied each one into my book and began the work which, unfortunately, was analysing the script from Shakespeare.

   "Watch out!" Vinnie quietly exclaimed. The next thing I knew, a bottle of chocolate milk had hit the back of my head.

   "Miss Mendelson! Why did you do that? Octavia, are you okay?" The teacher yelled at Vinariah. I groaned and put my head on the table, covering it with my hands.

   My head began to throb as every noise infiltrated my ears and pulsed through my brain. A severe headache clawed its way into my brain as a stinging sensation filled my neck.

   "Go to the toilets, Miss Johnson. Vinariah, go with her. If it gets any worse, go to the nurse." The teacher ordered. I stood up and steadied myself with my hands. I looked to my right as I saw two Vinnie's running towards me. No wait, one Vinnie. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be led to the girls' room. Every few steps, I would stumble over my feet, only to be caught by either he wall or the shamed Irish girl next to me.

   "I'm so sorry, Octavia." She apologised. I smiled and shook my head lightly, telling her it didn't matter. She patted my back and turned a left, leading me to the sink. I groaned again and sat on the desk where the 'popular' girls attacked their faces with half of the Rimmel factory every morning.

   Vinariah gathered a few wet towels and folded them up before handing them to me.

   "Put them on your head." She offered. I took them and put them on my forehead. Feeling the back of my head where the bottle hit, I felt a small lump form. I frowned. After a few minutes of Vinnie sitting with her heads in her hands, we heard a voice outside.

   "Hurry up, will you? I need to see how Ocelot is doing!"

   I slipped of the counter and wobbled over to the door. As I got closer, I could see Sam leaning against the wall looking out of the window. I leant on the door frame and rubbed my eyes, clearing my throat. He looked at me and sighed.

   "Octavia, are you alright?" Jack's twin interrogated me. I nodded and stood next to him, resting my hands on my head.

   "Just a little bump, that's all. Why are you here?" I wondered. He smiled and picked up my hand, holding it tight in his. I felt a blush arise to my cheeks.

   "I just needed to see if you were okay, My Highness." He admitted, kissing my knuckles.

   "C-Can you let go, please." I asked. He huffed and dropped my hand. Wiping my knuckles on my trousers, I asked him, "Why do you call me that?"

   He stepped closer and bent down to my face height, grinning. He raised a hand and placed it on top of my head, which slightly hurt.

   "You are my leader, superior... ruler." He stated, rubbing my head. I clicked my tongue nervously.

   "Okay," I said, pushing his hand of my head. I ignored the blush growing on my face and continued. "But why?" I asked. Placing a strand of hair away from my eyes.

   He exhaled and grabbed my shoulders, startling me a little bit. Looking into my bottle-green eyes, he pulled me closer and caught me in his embrace. I gasped slightly and hid my face from him. He was so warm that I didn't want him to let me go. Despite this, I tried to move away. He tightened his grip.

   "Sam, why are you doing this?" I whispered. My legs began to tremble as he stroked my hair. He sighed and hid his face on the top of my head. After a few breaths, he replied.

   "I love you, My Queen."