Run

Chapter 3

I slip into my form room at Russell Bermont Academy 30 seconds before the bell rings and study the classroom. No words could in fact describe the somewhat juvenile pride I felt as I surveyed the room to realise that Shantelle hadn't arrived yet.

Thinking back to our conversation earlier this morning, I mutter to myself with a smirk, "And she said she would beat me" just as the classroom door rapidly swings open, exposing a panting Shantelle.

I watch her attentively as she searches the room frantically; eyes moving this way and that, yet she does not spot me. A triumphant Cheshire like smile crosses her lips - that is until I clear my throat and observe as her smile slowly fades away. I grin at my best friend with the knowledge that I have once again surpassed her in this 'battle of the first'. Yet she scowls at me in reply and pushes past me muttering just loud enough for me to hear "puta".

I laugh loudly at her immaturity and shake my head before sitting down at my desk beside her as Mr Loarn enters.

He stares at each of us intently.

Registration begins.

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"Becka, if you can't understand something as simple as this, then how do you expect to pass A-level maths. This is GCSE stuff right here"

I slam my locker door as Ross explains more jargon about Pythagoras' Theorem.

"The big difference between them is that Pythagoras' Theorem just involves the sides, while SIN, COS and TAN always involve angles as well as sides"

I walk away bored from his compact explanation.

"The basic....Becka where are you going?"

"Somewhere I won't have to listen to you talk about Py-fucking-thagoras which, by the way sounds like a type of snake" I turn around to face him as I begin to walk backwards. "I mean listen to it: Pyyythaaagoooraaasss." I repeat exaggerating whilst doing some of my famous snake dancing, which more or less resembles a messed up version of Shakira's 'hips don't lie' video, "Pyyy-tthaaaa-goooo-raaaa-ssssss...pytth-holy...

I feel myself fall as I trip, my death flashing before my eyes. I can see it now. My death shall be a warning to kids everywhere. Bold headlines on the front cover of newspapers; It's because of fools like this that Britain left the EU. With stupid sayings like; Kids, kids, never ever walk backwards for you might fall backwards, and once you fall backwards...hmmphh! Do u remember, remember Rebecca? Because I don't.

I wait for the impact of the floor to carry me to my end. Instead, however, a strong set of hands embrace my waist tightly, encouraging me to wrap my hands around him; to which I gladly do with the knowledge that such a herculean physique could possibly never belong to a 'she' that does not participate in some form of wrestling. He pulls me up, pressing my back to his chests and holds me tight in a way that does not fail to make my heart skip two beats as he slowly leans in close, whispering in my ear, "Nice moves." He lets go of me, leisurely drawing his hand back in a way that makes me shiver in excitement.

He walks away, only turning back once to wink at me with a wide smirk on his face.

Jack Reys, what are you doing to me?

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I get up from my seat just as Mrs Winston, my Philosophy teacher is done speaking and walk up to the empty table in the corner filled with piles of sheets containing information on Philosophers ranging from Paley to Hume. We have been assigned a Philosophy project to make an "A* worthy poster" based on the development of The Design Argument which just so happens to now be my strong point, thanks to Youtube and let's be honest Ross.