Figuring You Out

Chapter Fourteen

I groan at the insanely irritating alarm clock, I slap my hand over it and am once again left in silence. I switch my phone on and see a text from Mum saying she had an early meeting but there is money on the side for breakfast on the way to school. I roll my eyes and drop off my bed into my en suite, shower, shave and dress. I jog downstairs and grab the money from the mantelpiece as Emily sits on the sofa, typing at her laptop again.

"Hey," she says, hearing my footsteps from behind her, "Can I chat to you for a sec?"

"I'm going to be late," I say, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

"I just.." she hesitates, which I know is a bad sign, "I was just wondering whether you were planning on telling Mum and Dad any time soon?" she asks tentatively, I feel the heat bolt up inside of me.

"When I'm ready!" I grit out furiously, she grabs my wrist as I walk away.

"Olly I didn't mean-"

"Look, I wish I hadn't told you if all you're going to do is pester me about it. Em, its my choice, my choice who I tell and when and how and if. So, just back off will you,"

"I know," she mumbles.

"Clearly not," I scoff, laughing at her now because it's the only way I know how to deal with this. I slam my fists on the chair and storm out. I take no care in shutting the door quietly as I leave, and then my phone starts buzzing in my pocket.

"What?" I snap, at Liam.

"Woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning," he states, "anyways, Fryday's caught the Black Death or something so he's cancelled todays lessons which means no lessons until period three,"

"I'm going to the library," I state.

"What? Why?" he accuses, shocked, "To do what?"

"Read, you dick, you know for that science exam I failed?" I remind him, there's a mutter of recognition before he states he's going back to sleep, as I make my way to school and true to my word, the library. I push open the door and find a seat sitting down with a stack of books that look just as intimidating as they are confusing, I slouch in my chair before seeing a certain blonde I recognised, I smile and abandon the books, making my way over to him. I lay my hand on his shoulder he jumps but relaxes when he turns and sees me.

"Hey," I greet, pulling a seat out beside him.

"Hey," he replies, as I peer over his books that include English novels and the like, "Thought you would bunk off,"

"Well, science resists and all that, can't really afford to fail a second time if I'm being honest," I laugh off, but I think he still senses the seriousness in my tone, he offers a small smile as I turn a copy of Jekyll and Hyde in my hand.

"English Lit?"

"Yeah, I'm writing an essay on it," he says, "but it's not going as well as I would like,"

"Science revision isn't for myself," I laugh.

"I'm free period four, I can give you a hand,"

I smile, recognising it as my free period also before it dawns on me that I agreed to supervise some Year Eights with Pope- great. I look at him with regret as he smiles.

"What about after school?" he offers.

"That would be great," I say, thanking him, he smiles and I swear I'm falling for him again as he stands collecting his things in his backpack, his slender arms pale yet somehow so attractive reaching across the desk. I look up to his concentrated face as he reads back his notes and chuckle under my breath.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing,"