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

Life's A Wreck

A/N: Almost at 1K, guys! Love y'all!

Emily's POV

We had originally intended to go for ice cream to relax after being oral testers. However, it ended up with me complaining incessantly to Matthew about the standards of the students. "And they UTTERLY SMOKE me with stupid answers, and go off topic!" I raged. "And there was this one kid who was talking about To Kill A Mockingbird and talking about 'learning phrases' then I asked Like? And he just shut up! What an idiot! Lying left, right, up, down and centre!" I continued, aggressively shovelling ice cream in my mouth.

"Whoa, calm down," Matthew laughed. "They're trying their bests." I glared at him. "Well, their bests aren't good enough! And our 9R students' standards have dropped a mile. Just today, a bunch of our colleagues told me that 9R was good but talked about irrelevant topics and I am FURIOUS!" I declared. "I have told them SO MANY TIMES to stick to the subject but NO, they have to talk about OTHER THINGS, don't they?" I snarled.

"Emily, relax... You have to remember, they're still kids," Matthew soothed. I felt the red hot anger slowly dissipate. "Yeah, true, but they're the TOP class. They should be top too in oral..." I muttered, still stabbing at my ice cream with the metal spoon. Matthew laughed quietly. "Don't set too high expectations for them, okay? I think they're already tearing themselves apart internally," he added, showing me a WhatsApp page displaying multiple I THINK I'M DEAD FOR ORAL messages and all the variations of it.

"What? You're in their chat?" I asked, shocked. "Well, yeah, they found out my number because I sent a bunch of hilarious pictures to one of 'em, and they added me in," he explained. Figures... Always taking terrible pictures of everyone. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, don't be silly." He pouted dramatically. "Aww, Emily, don't be evil!" "Mwahahahaha. I'm so evil. Yay." She sighed. "Well, have y-"

Matthew's POV

Emily was interrupted when the door jangled open and a petite figure stepped in, breathing heavily. "HEY, I'M BACK!" Four kids sitting at a dark table suddenly leapt up and jumped on the girl, covering her mouth. "SHUT. UP!" It was too late, though. We turned around immediately and stared at the five of them: Joseph, Raphael, Victoria, Olivia and Elizabetha. They looked back at us, horrified expression on all their faces.

I forced back the shock."Hey, hi!" I yelled, smiling widely and waving. "What are you DOING?!" Emily hissed, trying to control her laughter. "H-Hi Mr Harper and Ms Emily!" Elizabetha stuttered. "H-hi!" Olivia added. "What are you doing here?" I asked, standing up to walk over. "You know, the usual. Hunt-" "Shut up... We're here to... do a project," Victoria replied. Joseph and Raphael nodded furiously while Elizabetha looked offended.

"So... hi?" Emily and I smirked simultaneously to each other. Haha, poor kids, did they think teachers don't have lives? We do... I think... Mine ended when... Sarah... went away. Yes, went away. I smiled and both of us kind of shuffled away slowly while the five of them grabbed the half-finished ice cream and bolted out the door. We stared after their fleeing backs. "That was... unexpected," Emily stated dryly. "Understatement of the year," I muttered.

She didn't seem to hear and we pretty much just sat in comfortable silence. Ugh, stop THINKING about SARAH. Stop relating everything to her, you idiotic, overly-emotional moron! Just breathe and move on! Just let her go... Isn't that a song? Yeah, it is! Songs are nice. Music is nice... Sarah is- OH there I go again! STOP. THINKING. ABOUT. SARAH. But I can remember everything about her... Cursed memory! I hate it! I HATE IT!

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Emily's POV

I entered the lift on the first floor, alighting from my car just moments earlier. I had decided to go straight up to the hall. I pressed the 4 button and the lift whirred to life... only to stop at level two. Argh... Stupid lift, always stops at- OH. Matthew was standing at the lift landing. He jumped a little, hardly noticeable, when he saw me, but walked in anyway. Oh crap, I hope he has forgotten about the kiss! PLEASE FORGET! PLEASE FORGET!

The air was thick with awkwardness as the lift seemed to take its own, sweet time to crawl up two floors. I was standing at one corner, trying not to blush furiously, while Matthew kept his eyes averted. PLEASE JUST OPEN THE DOORS NOW! The lift doors slowly opened and we both rushed out, arms accidentally brushing in our hurry. A jolt sparked through me and I babbled an apology before dashing off. I sped to the back of the hall and immediately sat down, took out some worksheets, then began to mark them.

Matthew's POV

I watched as Emily began to immerse herself in some task from a distance. Don't tell me... She remembers? No, please, don't let that happen! I crossed my fingers and leaned back on a railing. A prefect, one of my students, came over to chat and I listened to her talk as I slowly drifted into the realm of the mind. If she remembers, I am HOPING it won't affect our friendship, that would be awkward... I mean, we were drunk and high, I have an explanation, right? I nodded distractedly at some remark and replied something vague and flippant, trying to sound like I was listening.

Thankfully, the girl had to hurry off to do duties, so I was left alone with my thoughts. The cold wind, rare nowadays, cut at my face as I stared out over the Parade Square, looking at the distant, tree-covered hill in the background. My life has pretty much changed since Emily came... And the Sarah memories came with her. Is it her fault? Or is it mine? Mine that I can't go on with life properly? Mine that my life is a wreck?

A/N: Two chapters tomorrow. Bai~