Look After You {Sequel To Lost In Stereo}

Chapter Eighteen-Manchester

"The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution." -Albus Dumbledore

Day by day came and went, and as if did talking to Zach, Cam and Corey became harder and harder. Whenever I texted them I never got a reply 'til I was long asleep, and they slowly started vanishing from school. Honestly I didn't blame them, with the X-Factor auditions coming up, and the !simple fact exams had ended and all that happened at school was teachers putting on movies. Between that and the constant thoughts of horror that filled my mind I only saw Corey, Zach and Cam once, which ended up with Corey posting a picture of me and him on Instagram and #ToreyPaylinsonRomance happening, and Zach constantly texted me at ten pm saying it was awkward, and I'd always tell him the same thing: "It's awkward we for me. My dad keeps asking me about it."

As I walked out of another History class of just watching Harry Potter, I kept my mouth shut instead of talking to Jessie. Anytime I even spoke she was on about the Emblem3 concert or asking me why I was so tense.

"Tellie," Jessie started snapping me out my thoughts. "Why are you pissed at me and Xavier?"

"I'm not." I replied with a shrug.

"You are." Jessie snapped back. "We can tell."

"What are we talking about?" Xavier asked as he joined us in walking down a hallway towards the Geography rooms.

"Nothing-"

Jessie cut me off. "How Tellie's pissed at us."

"Oh," Xavier nodded, "why is that Teej?"

"I'm not pissed at you guys." I hissed. "Jeez just leave me alone..."

"Well, so-rry." Xavier replied a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you guys doing this weekend?"

Thank god...

"Well," Jessie began. "Tomorrow me, my dad and whore leave for our cabin. And I'll spend Father's Day mentally killing myself. What about you Tells?"

"I'm leaving for Manchester in," I looked at my phone. "half and hour."

"How's that possible?" Xavier asked as we entered our class room.

"My dad's picking me up early." I shrugged taking my usual seat. "Then its, one week in Manchester. Around my stepmothers family... Jessie switch places with me."

"Happily." Jessie said instantly. "I'd take being rich any day."

"I'm not rich." I shot back, making Jessie cackle.

"I'm not rich says the girl who lives in a four storey mansion, has a Gucci back and-oh I just noticed what your sweat shirt says where can I get one?"

I looked down at my sweat shirt, rolling my eyes as I looked back up at Jessie who was staring at the writing on my shirt in awe.

"All it says is 'but you're not Keaton Stromberg'..." Xavier stated looking from Jessie to my shirt. "I don't get it..."

I smirked. "That's 'cause you're not Keaton Stromberg'."

"Ha. Ha. Ha-"

"Where do I get one?" Jessie cut in. "Tellie, tell-haha that sounds funny-tell me where to get one."

"I got it online." I admitted. "I could try and find the site again..."

"You didn't write it down?" Jessie asked almost shouting so eyes were drawn to us. Our Geography teacher Mrs Merrick, a batty old woman with half moon glasses, never cared when everyone was loud, I doubt she could actually hear us, but as she put Frozen on, everyone's eyes vanished from me Jessie and Xavier as they began their own conversations.