Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

Cliché Ships

A/N: Chapter Six. Hope this won't disappoint~

Matthew's POV

It's been three weeks since my co-teacher joined Silver Creek High... And since she's been here, the memories are absolutely killing me. They are hitting me again and again... The pain won't go away. Why can't I just forget it and pass on after THREE WHOLE YEARS? 

Sarah didn't invite me to her wedding. Why? We parted ways as friends... I wanted to go. Or... Did I? Would I have cried? Would I have yelled, "I object!"? Would I have even showed up? These decisions were spared of being made by me when I wasn't even informed about the wedding. But you know what they say: Ignorance is bliss. But I love Sarah... Or do I? Am I doomed to bachelorhood forever? Maybe it isn't so bad... 

I sighed and put down my pen. Journalling was a daily routine for me: it helped me think, helped me put down ideas and clearly see problems. However, I was simply confused. I plugged in my earbuds and shuffled the playlist.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing...  (A/N: Check out Viva La Vida by Coldplay~)

Emily's POV

9R's a good bunch. They did these essays amazingly well! Wow, Jessica's story is beautiful! 39 out of 40~ Olivia and Raphael did a great job as well! Clarice and Joseph did their usual best and Elizabetha wrote a nice essay too! I ticked off the mistakes and wrote out their well-deserved marks with a flourish. I definitely needed a break: I had marked HALF the stack already. I should set a word limit... These essays are WAY too long! Maybe I'll cut it to two pages? Yeah, that would be good...

I got up from my chair and hobbled to my alluring bed. I fell face flat on the bed, back and arm aching. I was blaring music through my speakers, an unusual occurance. (Coldplay is my fav~) I sleepily punched the 'Next' icon and the song stopped mid-note, allowing the next one to start.

How long before I get in
Before it starts, before I begin... (A/N: Speed of Sound by Coldplay... Anyone see a coincidence?)

This Time Skip is brought to you by Apples Don't Just Mean School TM!

Matthew's POV

"Alright 9R, take out your Biology notebook!" I called out. The class flipped through their extensive notes I encouraged them to take. Emily asks them to do notes too, right? We have another thing in common, haha! I started drawing on the board, all the while thinking. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Stop thinking about her! Focus on the board. Focus on... Coffee. Focus on... Focus on... Emily? No! She makes me think of Sarah- Urgh, stop thinking about BOTH OF THEM. Urgh, focus on cookies. Focus on bubbles. Focus on the Coldplay concert I'm going to in six months. Focus... On...

"Mr Harper!" a voice called out incessantly, shaking me from my thoughts. To my horror, I had drawn Sarah on the board! No, NO what have I done! She looks like... EMILY? Oh, no, she's Sarah. Phew... What am I doing, ERASE IT YOU IDIOT! I hurriedly wiped it off and drew a squiggly cell in its place. "Yeah?" I asked. "Can I go to the toilet?" I almost fainted. Seriously?! "Yeah, sure, hurry..." I flushed and tried to paper over my slip. Oh crap, oh crap OH CRAP OH CRAAPPPPPPP!

Charis' POV (A/N: Surprise!)

Mr Harper OBVIOUSLY had just drawn Ms Emily. Oh man, could it be...? OH HOLY HOLY HOLY IT'S TRUE the ship is real~ I tapped my sister on the shoulder and whispered my observation to her. "I know right? It's really coming true... Look at Elizabetha, she's half dying with the ship..." Olivia replied quietly. I smirked at the girl writhing at her table. She turned around and mouthed, "I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!"

Joseph's POV (A/N: Surprise again! 9R time!)

Did Mr Harper just... Draw Ms Fox?! I nudged Raphael and pointed at the board (and, incidentally, at a flustered Mr Harper drawing a messy cell). "Hey, did he just draw a certain English teacher?" I asked slyly. "MS FOX?!" "SHH! Quiet!" I hissed. "Wow... Look, he's all embarrassed now," Raphael laughed quietly. "I know right?! This ship is coming true!" I replied, quickly bending my head over my work again to hide our conversation.

Time Skip (again, sorry,) brought to you by Peter Capaldi and a wild fez!

Emily's POV

Are the others going out again? I hope they invite me... I waited with my phone, car keys and bag patiently, awaiting someone to text me. The principal sauntered up to me. Oh, come ON. I got sick of this guy, like, two and half weeks ago... Go AWAY... I willed silently. Zilch. "Hey, Ms Emily, could you please attend the board meeting tomorrow for..." There, just tune out... GOD, I hate all the useless 'board meetings' just for Alexander Steinfield to boast. What an IDIOT. So. Done. With. You.

"... so will you be able to attend?" he asked (finally!) after two minutes of stupid explanations. "Yeah, okay," I replied flippantly (just to miff him...) and smiled plastically. Then, I pointedly whipped out my phone and sent an emergency text to Matthew, fingers flying across the screen faster than I would ever text.

You: Matthew, PLEASE SAVE ME

Matthew's POV

My phone suddenly buzzed. I jumped in my chair, then quickly opened the message. It's Emily, huh? What's wrong now? She hardly texts me... 

Emily Fox: Matthew, PLEASE SAVE ME

I creased my eyebrows. Is she in trouble?

You: Are you okay? What's the problem?

Emily Fox: ALEXANDER STEINFIELD'S THE PROBLEM THAT'S WHAT!

You: ... Okay, where are you?

Emily Fox: In front of the Staff Room, please, he is killing me with NONSENSE MATTIE

You: I'll be there... Just hang in there...

I sighed. Stupid ALEXANDER STEINFIELD. Harassing poor, innocent ladies. By peppering them with RUBBISH. I'm NEVER conforming to him! And what a MORONIC, POMPOUS, STUPID, USELESS, BIGMOUTHED IDIOT he is... I grabbed the phone and jogged out to save the damsel in distress. Let's hope Emily is still alive after Alexander leaves...

A/N: Yeah! Mattie to the rescue! Didja get surprised when I put in the 9R POVs?! I'll put in more in future chapters! Oh, and watch out, more side characters and song refs incoming~

Emily: Alexander Steinfield is going to die / We will pickle his bones and set them to fry / Then feed them to the dogs lining the road / Cuz not for a penny they can be sold!

Matthew: Nice poem, hope it turns out to be real... *glares at certain principal*

ANYWAY I'll try to churn it out, but it's a school day tomorrow, so... don't hold your breath~