Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part11

Recap:

"Oh, Abi," Harry laughed. "I'm glad I met you. You're so funny. I can see you brightening my life up easily."

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Apparently, I DID brighten up Harry's life during the following days. The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. Eventually, I settled into the school which I could now call mine. The school had accepted that Harry and I were a thing, and that no one could drag us apart. Liam and Vanessa had broken up days after my first visit to Harry's house. Vanessa and Rebekah (the fake nerd) had been accepted back into the popular-sluts, which were COMPLETELY different from the populars. I had helped the populars get back on speaking terms with the emos and made sure that the emos got to sit at the table of their choice if the populars could go down the hall without getting abuse thrown at them. The nerds were grateful to me for getting Rebekah out of their hair and the whole school was co-existing peacefully. Almost. There were only two problems in paradise.

The popular-sluts were still trying to cause trouble between them and I. They were intent on destroying my relationship with Harry, thinking they could weasel themselves in and take my place. However, nothing could come between Harry and I.

The other problem: Brant Hutson. The school might have accepted Harry and I as a couple, but Brant was relentless. He kept a lookout for the chance to have 'alone-time' with me, which usually ended up in Brant flirting and getting in my personal space and a member of school coming round the corner and finding Brant right in my face while I looked at him, bored. This whole you'll-be-mine thing was getting tiresome now. Why couldn't Brant just accept that him and I were never going to happen! I would never fuck him! I would never kiss him, I would never hug him, I would never have ANYTHING TO DO WITH HIM!

We were sitting in English in November when everything changed. After finally finishing studying 'Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde', we had moved on to poetry.

The poem we were studying was 'Wearing Her Pearls' by Carol Ann Duffy. It was quite an... erotic poem. I was asked to read it out to the class.

"Wearing Her Pearls, by Carol Ann Duffy," I introduced. I tried to get into the character's point of view in this poem. The maid who loved her mistress, and longed for her mistresses pearls. I took a deep breath and started.

"Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress

Bids me wear them, warm them, until evening

When I'll brush her hair. At six, I place them

Round her cool white throat. All day I think of her

"Resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk

Or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself

Whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering

Each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope.

"She's beautiful. I dream about her

In my attic bed; picture her dancing

With tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent

Beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.

"I dust her shoulders with a rabbit's foot,

Watch the soft blush seep through her skin

Like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glass

My red lips part as though I want to speak.

"Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see

Her every movement in my head... Undressing,

Taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching

For the case, slipping naked into bed, the way

"She always does... And I lie here awake,

Knowing the pearls are cooling even now

In the room where my mistress sleeps. All night

I feel their absence and I burn."

The class was silent as I finished the poem. No one stirred; I couldn't even hear anyone breathing. They just sat and looked at me in awe.

"What?" I asked quietly, disturbed by the staring faces. Even Mr Burns was looking at me in shock. No one answered my quiet question. "What?" I asked, a little louder this time. Still, no one answered me.

The silence was disturbed by a sharp tap on the classroom door. Mr Burns shook his head and looked to the door, gesturing for whomever it was to come in. The rest of the class slowly turned away and started chatting quietly to themselves. I turned to Harry, Chase and Liam.

"What was that?" asked Chase.

"What was what?" I replied, confused.

"You said that poem with so much passion," Liam explained. I still didn't get it - I was just reading the poem. "We did that poem last year, Abi," he continued, "and it sounded dull and boring when it was read. But when you read it just now, it sounded interesting and slightly sexy!"

"I was just reading the poem," I laughed.

"I've never been so turned on," I heard Harry mutter under his breath. I continued to laugh, entwining his fingers with mine. Liam, Chase, Harry and I started talking about our plans for the weekend. We had all decided to go to Plymouth Mall, and it would be the first time all the populars had met Aurora. We decided to shop a little, definitely visiting the huge Primark there, then head on down to the cinema in town and maybe see the newest Disney cartoon, Aurora being our excuse to watch a movie we were all desperate to see.

"Abigail Wallace," Mr Burns said, turning his attention back to the class.

"Mr Burns," I replied. "You should know by now, I don't like the name Abigail!"

"Right, sorry, Abi. Can you please go to the office for me? You've got a phone call."

Throwing Harry a puzzled look, I stood up and walked out the class, receiving many confused expressions from the others in the class. I walked to the office where Grumpy-frumpy was sitting at the sliding glass window again. She had the same bored look on her face and her eyebrow was still one. I really wished I could give her a makeover. What I would give to get a pair of tweezers and make that mono-brow a duo-brow!

"Hey, babe!" I called, leaning against the sliding window. "I got a phone call?"

"Abigail Harriet Wallace."

"That is indeed my name!" I was rather cheerful. But so was Grumpy-frumpy. She gestured for me to come into the office, and her happiness was concerning. She directed me over to a telephone that was on hold. She picked it up and pressed a button, handing it over to me.

"Hello," I said, "this is Abi Wallace."

"Abi! Baby, we've missed you!" Mum? "We want you to come home!"

© Zoe A Proudfoot

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Part11? This must be a record! Actually, it's not. But will be if I get another part up today :D!

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