Coming Home

(31) A Date?

Chapter 31 (Hannah’s POV)

‘I’d tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out, talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder, tell her she’s beautiful, wonderful, everything she doesn’t see’ Little Mix harmonised as they woke me up.

I reached out and pressed the snooze button as I groaned. I got up and had a long warm shower after I brushed my teeth. I wrapped a towel around me and walked out. I looked over to see Cassie asleep.

I grabbed my underwear and bra along with what I was going to wear and walked back to the bathroom. How awkward would it be if she woke up and the first thing she saw was my naked body? I quickly got changed and brushed through my hair. I wore a blue polka-dot crop top with some high- waisted pink shorts. I threw on some jewellery and got out.

I grabbed my bag which had my notebooks and stationary in it. I realized that I had forgotten my glasses as soon as I walked out of the door. So I walked back inside but I saw something peculiar. There was a white piece of paper under the glasses. I grabbed it and opened it. It was a note from that same person.

‘Don’t underestimate me Hannah. Love ...’

It had that stupid skull at the bottom of the page. I turned the note around and let out a loud gasp. It was a picture. A picture of me sleeping. How the hell did he get that? What the fuck? Is this guy stalking me?

I put that note along with the other notes I have. It was in a box that is stuffed at the back of my cupboard. Hopefully no one will find it there.

I don’t understand why this is happening to me! What have I ever done? Should I tell Nate about this? Should I tell anyone about this? Right now I am shit scared to do anything.

After I hid the note I walked to the kitchen and put the pop tarts into the toaster.

I couldn’t help but think back to the day when Nate kissed me. I never thought I’d see Nate again and now here I am with a crush on him. I don’t know why I like him. Maybe it’s the way he always makes me laugh no matter how sad I am. Maybe it’s because he’s always there for me. Maybe it’s because he didn’t judge me after I told him my past.

I jumped up when I heard the pop tarts jump from the toaster. I grabbed the hot pop tarts and put them on a plate. I started eating as my thoughts went back to Nate. Why didn’t he tell me his past? Why wouldn’t he tell me where he was going that day when I had the nightmare? I know I’m being nosey and he doesn’t have to tell me but I really want to know. I just want to know that he can trust me like I can trust him.

It just hurt knowing that he didn’t want me to know his secrets. It hurt knowing that he didn’t want to speak to me those 10 years when I tried to talk to him. I called at least once a week for the first two years but then I just gave up. I realized that there is no point. 

I finished my pop tarts and made my way to textiles. I went inside the classroom and sat down. I took out my notebook as I waited for the teacher.

After 5 minutes she did walk in. She had a massive bag in her hands that looked way too heavy. She set it on the table and then let out a sigh.

“Good morning class, today I want you to start designing a prom dress and then actually making it. You will have to buy the materials yourself. We will be spending this whole month on this, so no need to rush. When you are finished I will mark it and give you a grade.” Mrs James announced. Yay! I love designing outfits! I can’t wait to do this.

“You can start the planning now.” Mrs James smiled as the whole class got their notepads out.

I got my pencil and started outlining a figure of a woman. I normally design my outfits on the body. I just prefer it that way.