His Blonde Little Secret

Chapter 10.

Jedd pounds on the door and I wince at the blinding sunlight streaming through the window, directly into my sensitive eyes.

"Bella, we have to leave in two minutes! Get up now!" He yells angrily before storming down the stairs. I groan loudly, turning over and pulling my duvet on top of my head. My body screams in pain from last night and I can already feel a major headache beginning to start.

I rip the duvet off me and roll out of bed, feeling emotionally and physically drained. I can't deal with people today, not even Jedd or Dad. I limp towards the mirror, groaning as I notice a bright red spot camping out on my cheek.

"Great. Just great," I grumble, shuffling towards the bathroom to get ready for yet another day of school. The amused smirk of Brody's friend flashes through my mind and I sigh heavily, slamming the bathroom door shut.

"Seriously Bella! You know I can't be late this week! I have exams." Jedd tells me off, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. I block out his yelling and slam the back car door shut, staring aimlessly out of the window as he drives.

"Bella Marie Winters, are you even listening to me?" Jedd yells, turning halfway towards me as he comes to a stop.

"Yes! Yes I am! We're on time, you're not going to be late Jedd! Get off my case!" I explode at him, pulling open the door and stepping out before slamming it shut hard. Jedd silences and I watch his face soften as he begins to roll down his window to reply. I quickly turn on my heel, briskly walking away from him towards the school entrance.

"Bella!" I hear  him shout behind me but I carry on going, breathing in short little pants. I ignore the crowds of people around me and instead head straight for the doors, pulling them open before entering the building.

It's the last lesson of the day - drama and theatre. So far I've dropped my bag down a flight of stairs, bumped into the head teacher which almost sent him crashing to the floor and I started my period. That explains the horrendous spot camped out on my face. I only have one more hour of school to get through before I'm free.

Drama and theatre has to be one of my worst classes however the teacher is one of my favourites. Mrs Dawson is in her early thirties and has always accepted me as her shy student. She's never once forced me into doing something that I hate despite acting being the main focus of her lesson. Because of that, she's always held a special place in my heart and I always give her a genuine smile before leaving.

Today's lesson is acting out a scene made entirely of your own imagination. I always wait until I'm last in hopes that the bell rings so I won't have to act in front of everyone's staring eyes. I can't possibly think of anything worse.

I take a seat in the theatre at the far end, a few seats away from everyone else. Beatrice & Co are in the same class as me along with Brody and his friends. I haven't seen either of them all day and I've made a conscious effort to stay out of their way.

I spend the next half hour watching the rest of the students act their hearts out on stage, some of them messing around instead of taking it seriously. Some of the scenes they create are actually funny and I find myself laughing along with the rest of the audience. I smile warmly, leaning back into the seat and crossing my leg over my other one, getting comfortable.

I join in clapping as the students up on stage finish, bending over to bow dramatically.

"Well done, well done!" Mrs Dawson claps, scribbling notes down onto her clipboard. She glances down at it before calling out for the next group.