Rebel Girl -ON HOLD-

Trouble (Chapter 4)

Vix's P.O.V

Since that day at the beach life has been good. Me and Daniel spent all weekend together, doing whatever we wanted, he even stayed round on Saturday night, which makes me wonder. What are his parents like? Does he have any siblings? But neither of us has breached the topic of family, because if I ask first then he will ask questions back. There are some things that I have never told anyone, and I'm not about to start now. But I have been happy, the happiest I have been in a long time. Daniel is coming to pick me up for school in half an hour and I have butterflies in my stomach already. I'm worried what the people at school will say after me and Daniel decided not to come into school on Thursday or Friday. We still can't remember what happened on Thursday night, and we decided that it will forever remain a mystery. But for some reason I have a feeling that something important happened.

I smooth out the folds in my jeans, I got up extra early today because I'm nervous and excited. Today is the first day of the new me. One thing me and Daniel did do this weekend was go shopping, which is when he convinced me to buy new clothes. And I'm glad he did because I do like them, I'm just worried about what people will think of me. Which is stupid because they hate me already, whilst shopping, me and Daniel encountered some people from our school. They sneered at us and called me a "lying whore", Daniel wasn't all too happy about that so he got into a fight. I didn't even bother trying to stop him, they deserved it for believing Brad and Tracy's lies. What we did learn from them though is what the rumour about me is. Apparently, I didn't like Brad and was only with him for popularity. Six months ago, Brad told me he liked Tracy, but I told him he couldn't leave me, and if he did I would make up lies about him. I didn't tell Tracy any of this and when she told me she liked Brad I beat her up. They started seeing each other behind my back and when I caught them I flipped but wanted to get all the attention so I pretended to be upset and cry.

Once they told us this story we told them none of that was true, to which they had more sarcastic comments. Daniel was about tp punch them again when I grabbed his arm. They weren't worth it and all I wanted to do was go home.

Now as I am sitting staring at the clock, I wonder if I was stopping them from seeing each other. Maybe there is some truth in what those boys said. But I guess I will never know because the truth is buried so deep I wonder if Brad and Tracy even remember. All I really know is that I hate them, and will always hate them. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door and I rush to open it.

There, standing outside is Daniel. At the very sight of him, my heart starts racing and my breathing increases.

"Those clothes suit you more that I thought they would" is Daniels opening remark. I deliberated for a moment

"I'll take that as a complement"

Daniel smirks, "take it or leave it"

He leans in closer and his breath smells like peppermint,

"What I meant to say is that you look beautiful" and with that he kisses me, he runs his tongue along my bottom lip and I can't help but moan as the kiss deepens. Breaking apart for air, we put are foreheads together, noses touching as we get our breath back.

"We're going to be late" Daniel says, looking into my eyes.

"Who cares"

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Daniel was right, we were late for school, not that I care all that much, but once we arrived things got a little out of hand. Waiting at the school gates for us was the headteacher and both deputy heads.

"Come with us, you've got some explaining to do" were the only words Mrs. Allamby had to say to us and when we tried to ask questions they just told us to stop pretending. Now, I am sitting outside Mrs. Allamby's office while both deputy heads watch me, I don't know what they think I'm going to do, up until this point I was one of their favourite students. I've never been in trouble, perfect attendance, amazing grades, and now I feel like I'm about to be interrogated, not exactly what I would call a good Monday morning. Mr. Graves watches me from the chair opposite while Mr. Lancing paces up and down the end of the corridor. I'm not stupid I know that they are positioned perfectly so that if I try to run, they will be able to catch me in the blink of an eye.