Unnoticed

Chapter 3

Sitting in history, something taps me on the shoulder. "Hey." says the familiar voice. I ignore it. "Hey, Hanna banana," he whispers in my ear. His breath is so warm, smelling so yummy like banana bread.
"What do u want?" I snap, whisper shouting shaking myself away from him.
"You're looking good." he grins at me.
"Get lost, Jake," I say back.
"It's true!" he says convincingly with a straight face. I almost believe his compliment, but turn and glare at him anyway.

He sits right behind me, I've wanted to move since the day we got assigned these seats!!!

"Are we interrupting your conversation, Miss Jones, Mr. Mathews?" Mrs. Pool our teacher asks to indicate that we should probably shut up.
"As a matter of fact, you are," Jake smirks.
"Congratulations Mr. Mathews that's a lunchtime detention for you." she scowls at him. Nobody goes against Mrs pool.
"Good cause you're just punishing yourself," Jake answers sweetly with a grin.

Why,? oh why,? oh why, did he have to pick History as an option? I silently ask myself. She turns back to the board and continues to bore the class.

Then suddenly something hits me on the head, falling onto my desk. It's a paper ball. I turn round and see him staring at me, another grin plastered to his face. "THAT'S IT!" I shout, aloud "Would u just piss off?!"

"I've had it, the pair of you, an hour after school for the rest of the week!"Miss Pool screams at us.

My mouth drops. "What, you can't be serious?" I gasp.
"Oh, she's serious." Jake grins.
"You planned this didn't you?" I mouth to him.
"Cant help fate." he smiles at me.

"Ugggh' a whole week with me and him in the same room, I will die!" I text Emma. Phones are banned in our school. It's the number one rule so I text her under the table. "You're gonna' be fine!" she replies "I have to live with him and I'm alive :)" she adds.
"Lol' " I text her back, closing my phone case.

Finally, the end of the day comes. I wait to meet Emma outside so that we can talk as usual. Then it dawns on me, Emma's not coming, because of the unimaginable torture, I'm forced to face for the next week. OK, I'm slightly overreacting, I tell myself reassuringly.
Besides, he hasn't really done anything that means in while anyway. Who am I kidding? this will just stir things up again! I say to myself silently, worry drowning my brain.

You've probably guessed that I am one to overthink a lot, like a basic 15-year-old.

"Good luck." she texts me again.
"Thanks, I'm gonna need it" I reply to her, chuckling.

I start walking back up the hall and as I get outside the door I take a breath to prepare for the rest of the long agonizing day.