That Type of Guy (UNFINISHED)

Chapter three

"Calculate the square root of-" Mr Marse rambled on and on boring me to death. I collapsed my head on the desk after squishing my face against the palm of my hand whilst my elbow was red from leaning on the desk simultaneously. I can't believe we're revising things that we learnt in year 7. My eyelids collapsed over my eyes. This was way too boring for last period of the day.

"Clara?" Mr Marse interrupted my thinking.

"Mm?" I abruptly sat up straight and squeezed the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. "Sorry Mister Marse, what did you say?" I mumbled. I looked up and the teacher looked at me in surprise.

"Miss Jacobs, if you feel tired or unwell please go to the nurse's office," demanded Mr Marse. I nodded and slinked out from my chair and shuffled over to the doorway.

My head began to spin. This all came to me as a surprise. Why was I so exhausted? I've done pretty much nothing the entire day. Maybe it's just a headache or at the most - a migraine. I hope I don't get sick.

I made my way over to the nurse's office and stuck my head through the doorway. "Come in," requested the nurse. She smiled warmly at me as I walked into the room. "What's the matter dear?" The warmth radiating off her smile made the room comfortable and homely, just like in the arms of my oak tree.

"I think I'm just developing a headache," I answered quietly, because everything I'm hearing is sounding doubly loud then it usually would.

"Go lie down on the bed and then I'll get you a cold compress," calmed the nurse.

"Thank you," I mouthed. I started looking around the room and saw Jodie sitting on one of the couches, a small 3 metres away from me.

Jodie waved and smiled at me. I returned the gesture with a sympathetic look. She tried to get up but her eyes rolled around and she looked like she was about to faint. "Sit down," I mouthed to her. Jodie sat back down and closed her eyes. I think the knock to her head was more pressure than I thought it was. She seemed like she was about to pass out.

My head ache began to fade but the piercing sound of the bell rang through my head, even after it had stopped. The nurse came back with a wet face cloth and tried to give it to me, but I declined "I'm feeling better now, thanks." The sweet wrinkles on her forehead crinkled into a frown.

"But deary..." She began, then nodded her head and toddled off.

I figure I better get back to homeroom. I'm supposed to be meeting Tyrone. I jogged to my locker and just put the code in before someone came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders. "Clara," Geoff teased. He winked at me and put his hands on my waist. "Get off me Geoff," I grumbled. I shoved his hands off me and jogged with my bag to where I saw Tyrone waiting.

"Little bit of trouble with King?" He asked, curious. I shrugged and bit my lip.

"He makes me feel uncomfortable." He lifted his deep blue eyes up to mine and smiled at me gently.

"Everything makes you uncomfortable." He chuckled. For a second there I thought he was going to say something sweet. I half smiled and shoved Tyrone playfully. He pulled me into a big hug and held me there. "I know he genuinely makes you feel uncomfortable and if he ever does anything you don't like, tell me." There's the sweet thing I was looking for.

I squeezed Tyrone for a second more and broke from the hug. I caught multiple glares from girls around the place who obviously thought there was something on between us, but they didn't know how close we are. I rolled my eyes at the immaturity of these girls. Tyrone winked at me then put his arm around my shoulder. He led me to the seat at the bus stop just as the bus arrived.

I heard a loud honk coming from behind the bus and realised it was Tyrone's dad. "There's my hot-ass ride," Tyrone laughed. The car was a ruined white Vauxhall Cavalier that had a rusty bumper bar and a smashed window. A man with tattoos trailing from his finger tips all the way up his neck and a cigarette in hand glared at me from the driver's seat in the car. Around his eye was scarred with blackness. Tyrone looked hesitant to get in the car.

"Come over my place if you don't want to go with your dad," I whispered to Tyrone.

"Dad, can I go to Clara's place?" He asked.

"I don't give a shit," Tyrone's dad growled. The wheels on his car screeched and he drove away, chucking his cigarette out of the window. I placed a hand on Tyrone's shoulder sympathetically and we headed off as the bus arrived.