I've Fallen in Love with my Best Friend {a Pinn love story}

CHAPTER 13

(Piper's point of view)
I walked into Bondar accadamy for the second time. I felt extremely insecure in my long-sleeved grey sweater, black jeans and black vans. All the other students wore their uniforms and I felt really exposed and out of place. Lots of students stared at me as I made my way to where Grace's locker was.

Strictly speaking I was only on a trial period of attending all of Grace's classes and helping her throiugh them and then staying in her dorm at nights to try and help her with homework and studying. It felt weird being different to everyone and without Grace with me. I felt downright scared. I walked up to her locker, holding my text books nervously.

If this week went well I would become a fully fledged student of Bondar Accadamy just without a talent and only half the price of school fees as my tutoring of Grace would count for the other half. Grace turned up in her uniform and holding a stack of paper. She smiled upon seeing me and reached up to put in her combination.

"Hey Piper, how have you been?" She asked as she unloaded her belongings into her locker. It was suprisingly neat and being completely honest, I had not been expecting that.

"I'm great. I hate to sound rude but is there anywhere that I can put this." I asked expectantly, nodding my head to the bag strapped across my shoulder. She looked apologetic immediately and I felt my heart plumet and I felt horrible.

"Of course. We can put it in my dorm right now." She said closing her locker with a bang and grabbing my hand and dragging me in the direction of 8 large white buildings. Once inside the third building we raced up the stairs to the fourth floor. She pulled out a key from her pocket and unlocked the door.

I walked in and had to use all my mental strength to prevent myself from gasping in suprise. Her room was beautiful. It had light grey walls, a charcoal bed head, white bed coverings as well as an assortment of grey decoration pillows. Photos of Grace and what I could only assume are her friends scattered the walls and a large photo album sat upon a cream armchair in the corner. The chair had a a grey patterned throw rug. I admired the room before remembering my purpose in going there.

I set down my bag and pulled out my books that I needed for the first two periods and left the room. We raced down to the classroom and sat at an empty table at the front of the classroom. A male teacher, wearing a broing grey suit, assigned us a set of questions to complete at a certain page number without even telling us what type of maths we were doing.

I flipped the book open to the specific page number and to my relief saw that the topic we were doing was algebra. I looked over at Grace who is staring at the page of her text book with a blank expression. I lean over to guide her through the first set of problmes.

After maths, Grace and I head back to her locker. We shove all our books tightly into the crammed space.

"Hey, can you quickly jot down the questions that we are supposed to do for homework tonight on the note pad while I quickly duck to the bathroom?" She asks, stumbling on a few words in the sentence.

"Yeah, of course no worries. Do you want me to wait for you here?" I ask. She hesitates before nodding and then running off into the direction, of what I assume is the bathroom. I stand next to her locker quietly, my arms folded neatly across my chest, waiting for her return.

"Hey you!" A loud voice interupts my thoughts and I search for the owner. My eyes settle on who I can only assume to be the popular girl. She was stalking in my direction, her skirt hiked three quaters of the way up her thighs and her hair pulled up to the top of her head and secured in a pony tail and her shirt lacking the doing up of her top two buttons. I felt my heart rate start to increase and I took short gulps of air, finding it extremely difficult to breathe.

As she continued to approach me I placed my hands behind my back to hide the fact that they were uncontrolably shaking. The hospital staff had told me to avoid stressful situations and had even approved my attending the accadamy to tutor grace yet here I was, making my way to yet another anxiety attack.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I asked her, trying to keep my voice at a steady level.

"You don't go here. Why are you at our school?" She asked abrubtly,

"I am here to tutor a student." I answered politely. She let out an impatient hmph before stalking off with her friends. I let out a long shaking breath and attempted to breathe again, still feeling as though I could not get oxygen into my body. I sank down against the lockers and hid my face in my curled up legs.

I felt a hand tap me on my shoulder, causing me to look up to a hand held out to me. I grasped it with my own shaky one and shyly smiled at my saviour. He was a small boy, about twelve at a guess, with shockingly familiar brown hair, caring hazzle eyes and a polite smile. All together, I couldn't deny it, he was cute.

"Hi, I'm Kingsley, Kingsley Erlik. Are you okay, do you need to go to the nurses office. Don't worry, Maddison is rotten to everyone, it doesn't say anything about you." He said smiling kindly.

"Thank you." I responded, smiling in return. I felt a jolt of recognision. Erlik. Noah's brother. However, some part of my gut told me that this was just genuine kindness, no recognition of my being one of his brothers friends. "I'm okay thank you. Just an anxiety attack. But thank you, anyway."

"No problem." He said before scurrying away to a group of classmates.

Authors note:
IM ALIVE!!!!! Okay I am so sorry  for the lack of updating. I had no inspiration towriteon and then I took a break buy I'm back now. If you want to see my updating schedule, it be on my profile so pls go check that out. On another note. 6KKKKKKK??????? How? I have so many questions but thank yuou so much, I really can't thank you all enough. Anyway, sorry that this chapter sucks. Love you alll♥️♥️♥️♥️

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