Emma POV
So apparently I now go to 'St. Clairs ~ the finest school for young ladies'. I swear I just wanted to spray paint over 'young ladies' with 'spoilt brats'.
I looked down at my files I'd been given. My form tutor was called Mr Sughtrad. Like I had any idea how that was pronounced. In my class is an Arabella, Saffron, Elizabeth, Claressa. Jeez do their parents want them to have social suicide? And there was me with the most boring name Emma.
They had 3 indoor pools and 2 outdoor pools but swimming wasn't even ony timetable. They had about 100 fields including one for tennis courts only. I thought I just saw a sign saying no weapons. God. It was hard enough getting out the limo without dying! Now I have body guards around me.
Jake's dad said I would get taken for ransom if I didn't have guards but 12? Seriously?
To make it even better Jake's school was next to ours. We shared the swimming pools and fields and everything but separate lessons and separate school. And the point of that was????
Anyway it was probably for the best. I would be able to avoid him as much as possible. Hopefully. Except now as he had to go in the limo with me.
"I can literally hear you being nervous. Chill. They love me here. They'll love my sister." He had no idea.
He must of thought I was shuddering because I was cold because heput his jacket on me which would of been cute apart from the fact that everytime he called me his sister my heart skipped a beat.
"It's kinda hard to chill when this whole school feels like a prison."
He told me about this school when we were dating. He used to say it was horrible. So now I know he really does hate it but he is just saying he doesn't because I'm going.
He laughed then smiled at me. This time it reached his eyes. It wasn't one of those havetosmilebecauseotherwiseitsawkward smile, it was his beautiful smile. I missed that smile.
So.
Much.
I smiled back at him. For a moment it eyes just locked.
"You have arrived at your destination." The speaker said, which took us out of out trance.
"Great"
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