Look After You {Sequel To Lost In Stereo}

Chapter Ten-Sweetie

"There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you." -Beatrix Potter, Miss Potter

Usually I would feel terrible about getting in trouble at school. The first time I ever got in major trouble at school I was eleven and crying my eyes out. This time I was smug as. I don't have to see Tay-Whore or Eidee the bitch. Or actually have to attend school for two weeks. That was the plus side. And I couldn't even imagine what the negatives would be...

I kept my head down as I trailed behind dad out of the school office. He hadn't said a single word to me-well nothing besides move... And I didn't dare say a thing.

"Dad..." I muttered my voice shaking as we came to the car. I leaned against the back door waiting patiently for him to unlock the car.

"What?" He hissed. "If you're trying to get out of trouble I don't wanna hear it."

"Can I just explain...?" I urged as I opened the back door.

"No. Get in the car."

I felt obliged to keep my mouth shut as I got in the car, swiftly pulling on my seatbelt. Slowly the fear of exactly what had happened was creeping up on me. I'd been suspended... Me the quiet girl at the back of the classroom who chewed on pen kids in the fourth grade had been suspended.

Won't Tay-whore get a kick out of that...

"Dad..." I mumbled. I kept my eyes on the window watching the moving streets. The sky was grey, giving off the look that rain would soon be falling, but these streets weren't the ones that would take you to my house.

"What?" Dad groaned in annoyance. "I don't want any bullshit excuses for this."

"I just... Where are we going...?" I replied looking away from the window.

"Studio. You pulled me out of recording so now you'll have to sit there and wait 'til it's over. And I want you to say nothing about the fact you got suspended, it was hard enough getting the okay to even leave to pick you up."

"Why didn't you just get El to?"

"Because El shouldn't have to. You're my daughter so it's my responsibility to deal with this. So I hope you're happy with yourself 'cause now I've got to figure out what to do with you for two weeks. And take note, whatever it is, it won't be fun."

I swallowed the lump in my throat not saying anything more. The negatives of being suspended where definitely waging out the positive...

"Dad..." I mumbled quietly.

Silence.

"Dad..."

Again silence.

"Dad!"

"What?" He snapped. "I'm not in the mood for this."

"I...I'm sorry... I didn't mean to get suspended..."

"You say that every time you do something like this Tellie. It's pretty obvious you're not sorry or you wouldn't keep doing this kind of stuff."

"I am-"

"Just save it. I don't wanna hear another word from you."

I sighed before resting my head against the window. It's gonna be a afternoon...

I had to sit at the back of the room in the studio, dad told everyone that I just wasn't feeling well and had come home early-and they all bought it. Besides Zayn. Not even for a second did Zayn seem to believe the story.

I could tell by the way he would watch me whenever he wasn't singing, he knew something had happened and it wasn't that I was feeling sick.

"You seem rather chipper for someone who's not feeling well." Zayn muttered as he sat next to me on the lounge at the back of the room.