Chapter 2: Jonie

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Jonie's POV

He closed his arms around me from behind and I leaned into his chest as he kissed the top of my head. Then, suddenly, he swung me round in a circle, still keeping a strong embrace around my waist, me giggling the whole time. When he finally put me down, I turned round to see his face and playfully tapped his nose with a mocking frown on my face.

'John, you know that makes me giddy...'

'But I love it when your giddy' he replied while pressing his forehead to mine. Although I almost lost myself in the vast ocean of bright blue eyes, I didn't want to be late again so I pulled away from him saying

'We'll be late for history, come on.' I grabbed his hand and pulled him round the corner, straight into our history teacher, Ms Williams.

'Now, now we don't want another detention, do we Mr Harper?' she pulled her gaze from staring up at him to look across at me. 'Or you Miss Dela. Come on and I'll take you to class.'

John didn't seem bothered but although I didn't want to be late, I did want to spend some alone time with him that didn't involve kissing him. I glanced at him sneakily sideways as we passed through the door of room D9.

John's POV

I don't know what to do, I know I've been sent to look after her but I like her too much. But then Jonie just doesn't want to be too close and I get so suspicious that she knows. I like the others just as much, maybe I just care about Jonie more... No, thats not it.anymore at least this might end soon. I'm taking care of that, but I do wish ... Toni...sigh. A tap on my left hand told me I'd been lost in thought. I shot a smirk at Jim, not wanting to go back to the worries in my mind that could never be spoken of. Well, I should actually say should not could.

Living so many lives is difficult. Some times I say something to one of them and they look at me strangely, that's when I realise I was supposed to say that to another one. But at some point I'll let the truth be known.

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