Blooming

Chapter 25: Blooming

Chapter 25

He was crushing me with his strong body. I put my hand on his face and felt his smooth cleanly shaved face. Then I lifted my hand slightly away and pulled it back sharply and slapped him. His cheek was flaming. I shouldn't have hit him so hard. He looked into my eyes. I scowled at him.

"WHAT did you think you were doing?" I shouted breathlessly.

"Kissing you! If you..."

"No stupid." I interuppted, "throwing me over I almost died."

"He smiled and when he saw I was being serious his eyes brimmed.

"Im sorry." He said so heartfeltely I almost cried.

"But I did rescue you." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. He was really starting to hurt me now.

"Your hurting me!"

"What?" He looked concerned.

"Your crushing me." He jumped off me and apologized. He stared at me longinly. Soon he shuffled his feet and looked down.

"There's someone else.." he said queitly. Harry came flooding into my mind. All the little things that I loved about him. The list was unending. I now really understood the meaning of absence makes the heart grow stronger. That was the saying right? I smiled at Peter and shrugged my shoulders. Peter took my hand.

"Your an amazing girl." I drew him in for a hug. He had almost killed me then rescued me and then kissed me. I dont think this is the way he planned this day out.

School. This all seemed too familiar walking in those doors, people staring me up and down. I saw Ewan standing staring at nothing. I needed to make things right.

"Hi Ewan."

"Its you!" He smiled. I felt like something was behind his eyes as he looked at me.

"Yea its me. I just wanted to apologise for being so rude yesterday!"

"Aw its no bother! You didnt know.."

"It doesnt matter! Your a really nice guy and I was rude so Im sorry." He smiled at me and blushed slightly. I told him I had to go to the office and he said he would walk with me. I took his hand and we walked towards Mr Riley's office. I knocked and my knuckles hurt. It was such a solid, heavy wooden door.

"Enter." I walked inside still holding Ewan's hand. Mr Riley did something with his mouth that resembled a smile. He wordlessly placed a pile of books in my arms and a timetable and locker key on top.

"Choose from 32, 56 or 43." He said glancing at a piece of paper.

"Excuse me?" I asked not understanding.

"Lockers." I nodded and waited to see if he had anything else to say.

"Leave." I glared at him, took Ewans hand and left.

"Sorry Ewan, my boy, shes taken." Peter stood leaning up against a wall of lockers. Ewan blushed. I gave Peter the eyes and he smirked.

"Was he welcoming?" He quized.

I presumed he was talking about Mr Riley.

"As welcoming as a.." Aww fail! I couldnt think of a simile.

"Welcomer?" Peter offered. The three of us burst out laughing.

"I decided to come to school just for you." Peter winked. He grabbed my books.

"You will want 56! 32 was Arnold Kelly's he had..em.."

"Nose problems." Ewan exclaimed. I giggled at how he laughed at his own joke.