Save Me

chapter 7 - my hearts in my stomach

Liberte

'Zayn, come on!' i flicked my paint brush at him sending droplets of water propelling at him.

'Hey!' He laughed wiping his face. 'okay okay i'm done!' He turned the canvas around showing an impeccable replica of a Zelda Bomba peice of work.

'wow, pretty boy I'm in impressed' Zayn was definetely talented. In the short three days i had known Zayn he really had grown on me. He was a nice boy with a killer look, that's why i called him pretty boy and he called my pretty girl.

'Let's go see what my mum's making for dinner' He tugged my sleeve towards the kitchen, where the smell of italian food caught in my nostrils causing my stomach to grumble.

'heya Liberte sweety, you guys want some pasta?' Said Zayn's mom, looking through cupboards.

'yes please' Zayn said reaching for forks and glasses.

We ate pasta while his mum went out to run some errands. 

'Wana watch a movie?' He pulled out a drawer full of films.

'oooh, God i can't choose'

'What's your favourite?' He layed them out on the floor so i could see them all.

'well... i've never watched terminator, but i never finished watching Honey! Okay, Honey, we're watching Honey!'

Mr Shore

It was early Monday morning and i was coming down the stairs from the staff room when voices caught my attention.

'ouch!' yelped a girl.

'what happened?'

'the back of the canvas, a splinter pricked my finger...' The girl let out a distressed sigh.

'let me see' a moment went by...' sssh, plaster....yeah its fine; wipe your hand though don't want to get blood on your painting'

'good point' shuffling sounds got closer, so i receeded up the stairs.

'here, give it to me you already have a bag'

'thanks' her voice, the smile in it was obvious; how i wish it would smile for me. But a little green monster seemed to be letting loose inside, i little pang of jealousy shot through me. I was jealous of Zayn, he got Liberte and i didn't.

By third lesson another glimpse of information caught my attention.

'The one with the really nice eyes, Zayn! Yeah i heard he's dating Liberte!' Rebecca a girl in year eight yelped happily to her classmates.

'really?'

'no way...'

'he's a lucky guy'

'they'd have well fit babies!'

i felt sick.

''QUIET, EVERYONE SIT DOWN' The kids all looked at me wide eyed, surprised by my sudden ooutburst of anger, i don't usually get angry.

Liberte

'Liberte' Zayn hissed, and pushed a peice of paper in my hand.

it said ...Mr Shores starring at you...x

i glanced up to find that Zayn was right. Mr Shore looked at me with longing and sad eyes, my gaze however remained harsh and if not then blunt. After he finished talking to the class he came over to my desk.

He bent to my seated level and started speaking in my ear, i flinched slightly not expecting it.

'hi' He breathed in my ear, his voice was low and husky. Jheez, his voice ...