Not Good Enough (On Hold)

9) Getting Personal

After that mind-blowing kiss Abi and I had shared the other day, neither of us knew what was going on between us.

Somedays we'd be the same old Abi and Hayden who hated each other and argued over the simplest of things; and other days, we'd be overly nice to each other - which usually ended up with one of our tongues shoved into the other's mouth.

Personally, I didn't mind the little arrangement we had; I received all the benefits of having girlfriend, without actually having a girlfriend. What was even better was that Abi didn't constantly nag me to spend time with her, like a girlfriend would, which made our deal even sweeter.

"A'reet Princess," I said giving Abi a small peck on the cheek, as I sat down beside her in Form.

Even though we had toned down on the bickering, I still liked to tease her by calling her Princess.

"Shut up Hayden," she mumbled, but reciprocated by pulling me into a long, slow kiss.

I was just about to try and slip my tongue into her open mouth, when a voice coughed behind us.

"As much as I appreciate that the pair of you aren't fighting anymore, public displays of affection as such aren't appropriate in my classroom."

I pulled away from Abi and spun round to see Mr Henderson stood behind us, wearing a mock stern expression.

Abi blushed and untangled herself from me and made her way to her proper seat. I shot Sir a grin before following after her.

Mr Henderson was the only decent teacher at Harton. He rarely ever lost his temper with anyone, and was the only teacher I could fully trust to confide in about my shitty home life. He was a top-notch teacher, who didn't mind the idiotic stunts I pulled with Deeks and Dylan; on one occasion he had actually encouraged us to go ahead with one of our plans, and was even the mastermind behind it all.

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"So, Hayden, are you gonna tell me any of your dirty little secrets you've got about life at home?" Abi asked shooting me a sly grin.

She had propped her feet up onto my lap, using me as her footrest, and was continually badgering me to tell her something personal about myself to write in her PSHE booklet.

The topic for this term in our form's PSHE lesson was 'Myself & Others', and the first task in our booklets was to find out something personal about our partners - not something generic like favourite colour, age or whatever, but something extremely personal that we'd be comfortable in sharing.

Unfortunately for me, I had Abi as my partner, who kept pestering me to tell her something about my home life, which I wasn't too comfortable in doing. I didn't like to share personal information about myself or my life at home with anyone - unless it was Deeks, Dylan or Mr Henderson.

"Abi! Drop it, I don't wanna say anything personal about myself to you!" I was sick of her constant nagging.

"Geez, keep your fucking barnet on Hayden, I was just asking. Besides, I need an answer for my booklet, otherwise I fail."

I ground my teeth in annoyance at her need to know everything. "Why can't you make some shit up? It's not like anyone's gonna take the time to check if your answers are true or not."

Abi stood up from her chair so fast that it toppled over, "oh my life Hayden! It's one silly little question; what's so difficult about telling me a teensy-weensy fact about what your family is like?"

She made to stomp away in a huff, but thanks to my fast reflexes and Abi's predictability, I was able to grab her by the wrist and spun her back round to face me.