Notes (Nathan Sykes fanfic)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Beep beep

Beep beep

Beep beep

My head pounded as the alarm continued to sound. I pulled my pillow out from under my head and covered my ears with it.

Beep beep

The muffled noise rang on in the back of my head as I tried desperately to ignore it.

'Sophie will you get up please, that noise is going to wake the whole neighbourhood!' My mum's voice rang clear as it swept through the house reaching my ears with an amplified screech. I cringed at the pain in my head and ears as I rolled over to hit my alarm. I flung my arm out to it only to hit it a little too hard, knocking it onto the floor with a loud crash. Once again the sound pained my ears and I clutched them in anguish.

I lay there in the silence, cherishing it. I thought back to the previous night and realised that I couldn't remember ever actually falling asleep and for the that matter I wasn't entirely aware of what had happened before then either, I was struggling to think straight which was unusual as I would like to think of myself as quite a morning person.

I made it into school around 5 minutes late and had to go into class alone while everyone was already seated. To say I was embarrassed at the fact, considering the state I was in would be a definite understatement but my expectations were greatly exceeded. Not for the better.

I turned the handle on the door bracing myself for the onslaught of giggles and taunts but in reality it was far different than any late I had ever experienced. As I entered the room it fell completely and utterly silent, any conversations that were being had were terminated as 30 sets of beady eyes focused upon me. I proceeded to take the walk of shame to my seat, quietly apologising to the teacher as I did so. The walk was one of the longest I've ever taken, each table I passed would whisper to each other, although it wasn't audible it was clear they were talking about me, about what I couldn't be sure. I sat as usual beside Marika but she seemed reluctant, if not slightly scared to make any sort of conversation. As I sat there and the teacher droned on all I could hear was the mutterings and whisperings from every side. I tried my upmost to ignore it, to focus on the lesson and put it down to my pounding headache leading me to mildly hallucinate. However, as the lesson continued it was becoming increasingly difficult, with a number of eyes jerking their way in my direction only to quickly turn away in a fit of giggles when I attempted to make eye contact.

'Pass me that paper please Sophie?' Her voice was cold and a shadow of its usual perky self. I took the paper and silently handed it to her although my expression portrayed a thousand words.

'I'm so shocked' Marika whispered as I gave her a look which questioned why she wasn't talking to me. She gave no more explanation, there was no clear expression on her face, not one of sadness or anger, disappointment or disgust. Just nothing.

'Do you want me apologise or something?' I called desperately to Marika as she stormed out of class right on the bell but once again I was ignored and she continued walking until she was out of my line of sight. I walked alone through the corridors, the whispering was beginning to get to me now, I was certain there was more to it than me just being paranoid. In that moment I decided to try listening to things people were saying, if it was about me I wanted to know what. The first thing I heard shocked me almost to the point that I fainted there and then.

'She's such a slut'

I stood still in the corridor, my eyes staring into the back of the person who'd said it. I wanted to convince myself it wasn't about me, that it couldn't be about me. However, when one of the girls friends saw me looking she quickly whispered something and within a second they had gone round the corner. It was definitely about me. I stood motionless as people passed, taunting me. I felt as if I had been plunged into some sort of horrible nightmare, as if the world was crumbling around me. In the space of a day I had become the most talked about person in school. Tears began to build at my eyes but I desperately tried to fend them off as I walked briskly to the toilets, clutching my bag tightly to my side and keeping my head down.

I sat down on the toilet seat and cried, cried like I never have before. It was silent crying though to ensure that I wouldn't be heard. The bell rang in the background but I didn't leave, I just sat there in a pool of my own desperate tears. I wanted to talk to Nathan so badly and although himself he didn't intimidate me, the thought of opening up to him scared me.

I dialled his number a few minutes later when I was a little more composed and almost to my relief it went to answer phone. I left him a simple voice message.

'Help me'

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