Fixing You

Chapter 6 - Monday

After maths I had gym with all the dummies who consider gym to be a lesson off, which in truth it kind of is, but want to pass this subject so I give it my all.

I was walking down the bleachers with Kayla when a group of plastic dummies stood in our path.

"Why did Miles Monroe carry you out of the school" say Marcy the most bitchiest bitch on the planet.

"Erh, I don't what your talking about" I reply.

"Cut the crap, someone videoed it, it's all over Facebook!" She screams.

That is when our pathetic excuse for a gym teacher decides to blow the whistle and call us in.

"Saved by the bell, Belle" she says snottily then walks of with a flick of her hair and her stupid followers right behind her.

"It's actually a whistle" mutters Kayla under her breath.

I snort rather unladylikely and give her an appraising look, as we follow the bitches back to the teacher.

At lunch the bitches tried to corner me again but guess who was five feet away, any ideas? Well if you thought Miles congrats you got it right!

"Now girl tell us!" says Marcy getting straight to the point.

I consider my answer carefully, do I tell them I'm helping him with work or what? I glance up begging for an escape, that's when Miles appears walking toward me.

"Heya" he says, the regard directed towards me.

"Hey" I reply.

The bitches stand there gob smacked.

Marcy recovers first and says in her sickly sweet voice that I think is meant to sound enticing, "hey Miles"

He looks at her his expression unreadable then he nods in acknowledgement of her existents.

"Why are you hanging around her Miles?" she drawls "When you could be getting some of this"

He looks confused and affronted like he was told for a treat he was getting a cabbage.

"Urh no thanks" he eventually says.

"But Miles, I wouldn't scream if you picked me up, I'd let you happily as long as your taking me to your bed!" she says slutily.

"Again no thanks" he says grumpily.

To which Marcy flicks her hair over hair shoulder and turns on her heel, with all her cronies right behind her.

"Thanks" I smile in relief.

"This is why you shouldn't see me at school"

I raise my eyebrows at him, "you don't think I can deal with a pack of wild bitches?"

"I do I just don't want..."

"What?"

He looks reluctant but says "you to have to deal with it." Blushing lightly.

I want to reply with something like, your worth it but I reckon he wouldn't appreciate my cheesyness so instead I say nothing.

"We still on for tonight" he asks.

"Yeah, course" I say awkwardly.

Later on...

At 4:04 I sit in my bedroom wondering if he'll even come. Then the door bell rings, I bound down the stairs quickly checking my appearance in the mirror.

I pull open the door, there he is standing on the door mat awkwardly.

He's got scruffy converse on, dark jeans, a plain black t-shirt, bands covering his arms up to the the wrists, a beanie on his head with his dark hair poking out from underneath and a sketch pad under his arm.