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

Starbucks Dream

A/N: Hello! It's National Day in my country. Yay. ANYWAY, here's the long awaited Chapter 22!

Emily's POV

We were walking along leisurely after a comfortable lunch at Revel, and Matthew suddenly perked up. "STARBUCKS!" he yelled. "Oh, come on, you nearly freaked me out," I complained, recovering from my jump. "Starbucks is NICE," Matthew declared, marching determinedly onwards, heading for the dark green sign displayed prominently. With a resigned sigh, I trudged behind him in a show of irritation. Starbucks is nice, I guess... I don't go there often though.

We went into the airy café and I dropped my bag onto the softish seat with a thock. I then collapsed into the seat next to in and folded my arms across my chest, staring at Matthew. "Well, Mattie? Aren't you going to get your caffeine load in a cup now?" I asked cynically. "That's a succinct way of putting it," he replied sarcastically, striding off with a note in his hands, ready to be exchanged for the welcome beverage. To get coffee or not to get coffee, that is the question...

When Matthew came back with the coffee, however, he was holding two cups of it. "Huh? Oh, Matthew, you didn't need to buy one for me!" I exclaimed, flustered. He grinned at me. "Who said that one was for you?" I groaned. "Not funny. One, my name is on one of those. Two, I presumed you were a kindly soul. Three, I'm amazing." With a smirk, he handed me the cup. Ahh. Heaven on a cold day like this.

Jessica's POV

Mr Harper and Ms Emily ARE HAVING COFFEE TOGETHER. And Mr Harper... "He bought her a COFFEE! Guys, this is CANON and I will GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP," Elizabetha whispered. "Oh, SERIOUSLY? YAS~" Olivia quietly celebrated. "Can you all shut up, we're trying to hide, stupids," Victoria snapped. "Ah, be nice," I reminded airily. "They're looking this WAY!" Charis hissed, effectively silencing all of us.

They resumed their conversation and didn't seem to notice six half-full abandoned coffees on the table and their owners squashed under it. "Natalie Armstrong, can you move your fat ass out of the way?" Victoria asked. "Sorry~" It's really hot and stuffy here...

Matthew's POV

As I was finishing my daily required dose of caffeine, I just had to notice the six pupils of mine and Emily's hiding and arguing under a table nearby. Ooh, let's go scare them! Hehehe! I walked over to the largely empty table, silencing them. "Hi, kids," I greeted, bending down and waving at all six of them. "AHH!" Hehehe. Intended effect~ My dear, dear colleague walked over and stood with a hip thrust out, hand on said hip and the other clutching the cup.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, stressing her point with an explosion of fingers from a closed fist. "Umm. We were having a drink until-" Natalie began before Victoria slapped a hand over her mouth. "Until we all dropped our phones on the ground and decided to play a sudden game of shove!" she interupted. What a bunch of clowns... Do they think we're that gullible? Haha! Poor kids!

I smiled kindly at them, freaking them out just a little. Hehehe. And they will come up with an excuse then run away. "Umm, we gotta go, Ms Emily gave us LOTS of homework, right?" Elizabetha tried, laughing nervously. "I only gave you all three oral questions." They froze. "Well, there's still MATH and FRENCH and BIO!" Victoria exclaimed. Knew it. "So... Umm... Bye!" Olivia squeaked out and the six students bolted.

Emily's POV

Poor kiddos! I stifled a giggle and watched them scuttle away. Oh, they're all so innocent and naïve... I allowed a small smile to grace my features before sitting. "Why do they turn up all the time? It's like we're in a bloody book and our lives are just a VERY BAD JOKE," Matthew complained. "Maybe it is," I suggested, wriggling my eyebrows. "Come on, now I have to start imagining the Great Reader reading about us right now, and smirking his or her or it's face off thinking that we've broken the fourth wall!" he sighed.

"Anyway, I have to go soon, there's a stupid meeting about the syllabus in Silver Creek," Matthew realised, noting the time. "Keep me informed?" I asked. "Of course," he agreed. We stood up and pulled out. "Au revoir, mademoiselle~" Matthew called, and walked off in his bouncing stride. Au revoir means see you with God, you idiot. It's not like I'll never see you again... I smirked at his back, then went towards the bus stop. I think that this coffee is going to keep me up all night...

Evidently, I was right.

I was on the verge of bouncing off the walls out of a caffeine overdose after the coffee kicked in. My parents couldn't understand why I was so hyper, and I could only sleep after taking sleeping pills. Usually, I hated the comatose state they sent me into, but I wanted to get up early the next day... 

Emily's Dream

The room was warm, flooded with amber light. I was on a sofa, and someone was next to me, though I couldn't make out his features. A flower-filled vase stood pleasingly in a corner, and small paintings covered the white-washed walls. A deep red rug under my bare feet adorned the dark wooden floor. I got up to walk around a little, noting a familiar Iron Man keychain and black wallet on a teak table: Matthew's things.

'I guess that guy's Mattie, huh?' I sat back down into the couch and turned to look at...

ALEXANDER STEINFIELD THE MORON?!

I shot up and dashed into the bathroom, retching. Dreams SUCK. I would have preferred the immature Harper to STEINFIELD. Eww. YUCK! Disgusting sleeping pills, I'm never taking them AGAIN! Ugh, that dream was terrifyingly HORRIFIC! Steinfield can go to hell and so can sleeping pills. I tottered back into my bedroom and grimaced, flopping back onto my bed. I swear this week is going to be boring without friends...

A/N: That dream was disgusting and NO, Emily and Steinfield is NOtp! Matthily FTW! Thanks to nightbreeze_987 for suggesting the dream. That twist was hilarious~