Walk on the Wild Side

Chapter 5: My Love For You Is Way Out Of Line.

>< Fenella ><

Shit, crap, bugger, arse, wank and hole.

I probably should have been paying attention when Michael told me that he had finally got a job teaching and that it was at a 'super-posh academy for the children of the famous', instead of taking in his breath-taking beauty. I had been introduced to Michael at my cousin, Gabrielle's wedding. He was her husband's best man which was a little cliché since I was her maid of honour. Yet we had hit it off at the reception, danced, got drunk and kissed. When we had exchanged numbers I didn't think he would ever text me again, that he would probably not remember me but he called me the next day and we went out for coffee like we had been friends for years. I didn't know why I lied to him and told him that I was an art student from Glasgow but I did and I didn't think anymore of it until the first day back to school. When he had gone back down to London to spend the rest of the summer with family, I figured I would never see him again. In that time I grew closer to my boyfriend, Noah. I had flirted around with Charlie but ended whatever there was between us at lunch. He had Peyton and I had Noah, we didn't need each other.

After classes had finished, I was on my way back to Carrow to get ready for hockey practice with Natasha, Fenella and the others, planning on meeting them at Carrow. I was gazing at the ground dejectedly when a tall body bumped into my side. I jumped back in surprise and looked up to see Michael.

"Oh, Miss Harrington! I'm very sorry!" He gave me a steadying hand and one of his hands brushed my pocket whilst the other held onto my shoulder. He leant down to my ear and I held my breath as I waited him to speak. "Check your pocket." He straightened up again and flashed me his lop-sided grin. "Have a good rest of the day now." And with that he continued on his way. I sprinted back to Carrow and into my room which was empty. Tash must've been with the other girls. I threw my bags onto my bed and fumbled to search my pocket and came across a small, folded up sheet of paper which hadn't been there before. I almost ripped it with the speed I opened it and scanned the words.

8 West Queen Street, Flat 14. - 9 o'clock.

I read the note, and re-read it, and read it again. Making sure that the words were imprinted in my mind. The fact that it was after curfew didn't worry me, I was going to be there. This needed sorting out and as much as I hated to admit it, I needed to make sure it was over between us. The last thing I wanted was our faces turning up on Kingston Confidential and him losing the job which he had worked so hard for. Tucking the note inside my pillow case I hastily changed into the school's sports kit for the second time today. Swinging my hockey bag over my shoulder, I texted the girls telling them that I would meet them at practice and jogged outside and towards the hockey pitches. I slowed to a walk when I reached the front lawn. I could already see boys on the sports field playing lacrosse, running around and throwing a ball between them. I reached the gate to the hockey pitch where a couple of girls were already warming up and Miss Keaton was sat in the dugout. Suddenly, I was yanked by my arm to the side and was pushed against the fence by an unknown force. I yelped and a voice shushed me, I opened one eye to see Noah stood above me, looking amused at my reaction.

"Noah! What the hell?" I yelled and shoved him back a couple of steps. He only laughed and reclosed the distance between us.

"I could ask you the same question! What's been going with you all day? You've totally blanked me all day!" He sounded a little pissed and I immediately felt guilty for ignoring him all day. I had been so preoccupied after seeing Michael that I hadn't thought about anything else.

"I'm sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind." I sighed and he relaxed, leaning against the fence with a soft expression across his face. I took in his looks, his chin-length dark brown hair and almond shaped green-brown eyes. His skin was slightly tanned after his holiday in Barbados and his lips were tilted at the ends in a smile. The fact that he was 19 or Georgiana's brother didn't bother me. He had been forced to repeat year 13 and was the headmaster's son, so for him to leave with no qualifications would have been utterly unacceptable.