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Chapter 7|Down in the dumps

Killian POV:
My first class is my seniors, which means I get to see Emma. Wait-that came out wrong... I mean it in a way that I get to check on how she is doing after her dad leaving. I write the beginning of the lecture on the board before students begin to flood into my classroom, including Emma. I can see in her expression that she's sad but I know that she's putting a brave face on. I begin my class and everyone completes the task with a good understanding which brings a smile to my cheeks. The bell rings dismissing everyone but I call someone back. "Emma, can you just wait a moment?" I see her playfully roll her eyes at Ruby Lucas. Careful swan.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked. "Meh, good, bad, I don't know. I'm trying to find ways to distract myself. Any ideas?" She laughed jokingly. "As a matter of fact I do" I said as I rummaged through some papers. "Ugh I was joking" She wined, followed by an ador- a giggle. "Well I wasn't so here." I handed her the sheet. "I know, I know. More maths doesn't sound fun but my after school classes aren't the same. It might help keep your mind off everything and it will help with your grades, what do ya' say?" Her brows furrowed. "You want me to do extra math after school?" She clarified. "Yeah, there's a small group of students, come on Emma. At least try it" I begged. Why am I so bothered that she does this- no I have no time for them thoughts! "Fine" She said in a cheery tone.

The next morning...

Emma POV:
I wake up to the sound of an alarm but it isn't my normal alarm. I flip my phone over and spring out of bed the moment I see that it is my dad! "Dad!" A shouted quietly. The screen began to show his face. "Emma, princess!" He elated. "How are you sweetie?" He queried. "Dad it's only been 2 days" I laughed. "I know but I worry about you and your mom." "I know and we're doing fine, I miss you a lot." I said sadly. "I miss you too". We spoke for about an hour before I had to go to school, it honestly put me in a better mood.

I made it through the day and it was finally time for this math club thing. I wasn't buzzing like this morning but if it helps my grades then I'm all for it. I knocked on the door and walked in and took my seat. "Ah Emma, glad you could come" Mr Jones said, his English/Irish accent protruding clearly.

"I'm glad to be here" I said quietly. The class began and as much as I hate to admit it, he was right: it was a huge help. Afterwards I walked out into the hallway and pulled out my phone.

14 missed calls from Mom

"Shit" I mumbled to myself. "Language swan!" I heard Mr Jones behind me. "Sorry sir" I said sheepishly. "It's alright, but are you? What's up?" He questioned. "Oh um- nothing. I've got to go, thankyou Mr Jones." I said before walking down the hall. The clip of my shoes only made the situation and atmosphere more awkward but in really need to get home.

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I take one step through the door and I'm already bombarded by screams.

"Emma! Where the hell have you been!? I've been calling you for the past hour! Seriously I've been calling everyone, even your father! Where the hell where you?!" She screamed right next to my ear, making my ears ring.

"A had this math club thing at school okay?! I'm sorry but with did dad leaving I forgot to mention it, I'm sorry!" I answered back.

"Whatever I don't care just go upstairs, I need to call your dad and let him know that you are safe." She ushered me away. "You're phoning dad without me?" I asked sadly, she replied with a simple nod. I walked up the stairs and into my room. I wasn't upset I was angry. And it was growing by the second. Why can't she let me live my life just once? The moment that thought sprung into my mind a jolted my fist into the stone wall next to my bed. My knuckle instantly began to bleed and it was slightly swollen but I brushed it off and climbed into bed and calmed myself down.

I wrapped myself up into a ball and let my thoughts squalor. The only reason I'm in trouble is because of Mr Jones. Mr Jones, god he's been such a big help this year. You should be grateful Emma. No I shouldn't, he's an ass the majority of the time. Ugh gosh why is he so infuriating; him and his stupid grin and-

Before I let my thoughts wander anymore i sit up. Why on earth am I thinking about my Math teacher. Oh my gosh what is up with me like seriously he makes me so frustrated- oh my god Emma! STOP. THINKING. ABOUT . HIM!

I grab my iPad off of the nightstand and it flick onto Netflix. I close my eyes and scroll my finger along the screen. I spontaneously poke the screen with my index finger and I open my eyes to see "The best of me" playing. I laugh to myself before hugging my blanket and dads t-shirt towards my chest. Around 8:30pm I accidentally drifted off to sleep but it was the best sleep I'd had in ages...

And I think I know why...

A/N: NEXT CHAPTER IS A CS CHAPTER I PROMISE! HOPE YOU'RE-ENJOYING IT SO FAR.
Let me know what you think❤️
So if you don't know, these first few chapters seem important now but in the future they are actually going to be pretty irrelevant- it's called a subplot.
Love you guys, sorry if this chapters bad and short, it's was written at 3:37am 😂❤️