The Gold Behind The Black

Chapter 4

Blair.

"Detention. Me. In detention. This seriously cannot be happening. I've never had a detention in my life. My parents are going to kill me." I lay on my bed, looking up to the ceiling.

It was a beautiful winters day in Ellesmere. The snow-storm hadn't actually done much damage, other than leaving a thick layer of white snow covering everything in sight. Yesterday was the first day after Emma and I were caught attempting to sneak out, we were under 'dorm-arrest'. Literally. We weren't allowed to leave our dorm for the whole of Saturday.

"Calm down, would you. It's going to be fine, it's just detention, at least we didn't get suspended. And who cares what your parents think, the school probably won't be able to reach them anyway, since they're on that cruise thing." Emma said coolly.

"Ugh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm going to the library." I stood up and grabbed my bag, jumper and school books. "Are you coming?"

"No, I'll stay here and practice my English speech. And then I might go for a walk later and stretch my legs." Emma said. My jaw dropped in shock.

"Well, well, well. I never thought I'd see the day when Emma Wilson studies for something school-related." I smirked at Emma, while making my way over to the door. I knew what was coming after I used Emma's full name.

"I do to study! Because you force me to Miss Smart-arse!" Emma starting picking up pillows and throwing them at where I was standing. I quickly opened the door and ran out.

I walked through the historic halls of the College and made my way towards the old staircase which lead to the library. As I walked up the staircase a few girls whispered something about Emma and I, probably just the same old bitchy rubbish. Once I reached the library my bag was causing my shoulder to ache. I found an empty desk in the corner of the library and dumped my bag on top of it. The College library was full of massive rows of ancient books, came with complimentary elderly librarians and smelt like musky, antique books. I pulled out my Legal Studies assignment and began taking notes from the text book.

I gave up after about twenty minutes, even though the library was silent in the section I was sitting and no-one was in sight, I couldn't concentrate one bit. I stood up quietly and gathered my belongings and walked out of the eerie library. When I reached the corridor that led to the dorms I stopped, Did I really want to stay locked-up inside? No, definitely not after yesterday. I didn't have my coat with me and my bag was killing my shoulder so I hurried back to the dorm to find it empty. Emma must have gone outside for fresh air, I knew she wouldn't even last half an hour studying.

I dropped my bag onto my bed and walked over to the closet. I pulled on another sweater, wrapped myself up in my overcoat, tucked my scarf into my coat, slid on my boots and pulled on my beanie and gloves. I walked through the front doors on the college excitedly. The cold air hit my face in an instant and I felt my cheeks on nose go rosy. The snow crunched softly under my boots and I walked around the back of the school. Students were everywhere, the younger ones having snow fights.

I made my way along one of the many paths of the college and starting walking back around the front of the school. I headed towards the art departments, constantly looking around for Emma. The art department was a separate building off the main school building, like many other departments and was slightly towards the entrance of the grounds. I thought I saw Emma sitting with an unfamiliar face at one of the few benches amongst the trees which had been cleared of snow. I craned my neck to see if it was her, not bothering to watch where I was walking.

Out of now-where I ran head-first into a muscled chest. My head rebounded back of the anonymous males chest and I heard a bag drop heavily into the snow covered path. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, supporting my whole weight from falling over. A large hand held the back of my head and the person held up my body with his toned torso. He smelt of expensive cologne. We were stuck in that position for at least thirty seconds and then I remembered the situation I was in. The guy was holding my whole in mid-fall and was hunched over me slightly. I tilted my head, which was still being supported by his hand and looked up into the most attractive face I've ever seen.