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

Clichés Again

A/N: J'aime la langue française. Est-ce pas gentil?

Emily's POV

I was hurrying down the stairs to print a document. Ah! Only ten minutes to my next class! I turned the corner... Bang! I crashed into Matthew, slipping on the smooth concrete, then flailed my arms wildly in an attempt to regain my balance. Not again! Why do these things always happen to me? Paper flew everywhere as I tottered on the edge of a stair.

Then Matthew's hand was there, grasping me by the wrist and he strained against the railing. I looked up at him and he looked down. And this happened. Again. Just like the Staff Room. Why is my life such a cliche? This is cheesy and stupid. But at least I'm not dead... He pulled me up onto the landing and heaved a deep breath. "T-thanks, Matthew. For helping me again," I stammered, gathering up the fallen pages.

"No problem, bye!" he yelled, running up the stairs. How is he so calm about it? It's unnatural. This man is a bloody enigma.

Matthew's POV

It happened again. Why am I always there when she falls... At least I was fast enough to catch her. From that height, she would have gotten really injured... I was still scaling the steps with the laptop tucked under my arm. Maybe I should have taken the lift... It would have been faster than this! I scampered up the last few flights and stumbled into 8L's classroom.

I made it... After all the greeting and what-not, I tried to focus on the lesson, but kept getting distracted. Is this some cruel twist of fate that I'm always plagued by horrible memories of Sarah and such? Urgh, this is confusing and terrifying. Matthew! Focus on the lesson! You're talking gibberish now! Oh, how do I cover this up? Umm, oh, make a joke out of it. Yes, that never fails to work... 

I smiled sheepishly and began handing out worksheets, to the chagrin of my pupils. 8L is quite different from 9R. They're all so innocent here. I mean, they ARE one year younger than 9R, but they're polar opposites. Interesting...

Emily's POV

This is so weird. Matthew always has to see me fall down. And both times are partially his fault... But I should be grateful, he saved me. I would have gotten a concussion from that height... Well, no one else saw, so I guess the awkwardness isn't so great... I hope no one saw... That would be terrible. I hopped around in the printing room, listening to the click-clack of the machine. Hurry up... I need this quick!

The printer zapped out the last piece and I shoved the stack into my plastic folder. Finally! Now run! To the lift! I dashed out of the room and pressed the lift button. Come on, come on, come on! The lift dinged and I leapt inside, pressing '7'. The doors slid closed. Why can't this old thing speed up? Urgh... No, don't stop! Oh, phew, it's not... Yes! Open open open...

I pelted out of the lift and tried to walk into the classroom casually, face betraying no trace of my earlier anxiety. But my mind was abuzz with information.

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Matthew's POV

I sat on my bed and fell on my back. So... Tired... I reached out for my phone, which was blinking red on the top corner of the screen. A message? I clicked it on and tapped in the password. Big mistake. A message from Alexander Steinfield greeted my lethargic face. What now? Woke up and realised: news flash, everyone hates him? Idiot.

Alexander Steinfield: Dear all, please come to the Boardroom for a meeting tomorrow afternoon at 2pm sharp. Thank you.

Another stupid meeting? Urgh! I hate him! I scowled and threw the phone across the room, then flopped back on the bed, not bothering to change or take a shower. I don't want to go, but I have to. It's my duty, I guess... But I didn't sign up for this moronic principal. He doesn't deserve the role. Laura Kirkland, well, she's better than him. If only he would just DIE!

Emily's POV

I rolled my eyes at the message. Pompous moron. Can I not go? Please? But I have to, don't I? I don't know what's stopping me from just quitting and leaving. Oh wait, I know: 9R. I love the kids, although they're little buggers at times... I can't bear to see them being taught by others, really. I'm being selfish, I know... Why am I talking to myself? Because I have no one else to talk to. Yes, but I can always message Matthew. But I won't.

I slammed my handphone on my desk and flounced out to refresh myself in the bathroom. My almost-good mood had been wrecked once I had read the notification. One day, he's going to get what's coming to him... I instantly felt better at that thought. I think everyone would be happy to see him gone. Even the students hate him. Didn't I hear them complaining about him? They see sense. The children are smarter than that moron!

Matthew's POV

I turned over to roll over to the cooler side of the room. I'm hungry but I don't have an appetite to eat... I want to sleep but I can't... Can I eat pancakes for dinner? No, I can't, my parents won't allow it... Pasta! Yes, pasta is nice, but I'm lazy to make it... Oh, I'll just go out for a jog, I guess. I'll think about it on my way... I reluctantly got up and pulled on a fresh shirt and track pants. And get the phone, wallet... Allons-y!

The night air was refreshing and lifted my spirits. Oh look at that bat! Hi! Oh, it flew away. Nature sure is wondrous... Wow, I can't believe it's already eight! Left, right, left, right... The cars flashed by. I miss Sarah. Oh come on, why am I thinking about her again? It's been three years, man! Wake up! You're better off without her... Maybe I'm going to be a bachelor forever. Yes, I will be one. In fact, I insist it. No girlfriend, no Sarah, no Emily, no nothing. I'll be free forever...

 A/N: I'm so tired and I haven't finished my homework. This chapter is so FLOPPY, it can't hold water :P Sorry for the terrible chapter. The next one will be better, I promise. The meds are clouding my head, so the ideas are all over the place... Sorry :(