Kisses Don't Lie

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The dinner hall, as usual, was full of the new year sevens eating extremely slowly. Kara was waiting for me there, but we had nowhere to sit.

            “Let’s go outside,” she suggested. “Then you can tell me what happened, plus Ronan’s out there, he’ll want to know too.” Agreeing that that was the best idea, I followed her to the yard and then down to our spot at the bottom by the benches. Ronan, Johnny. Em, Jess, Sarah and loads of my other friends were already out.

            “Hey guys,” I said. Sarah came running towards me.

            “Oh my gosh I missed you so much in the summer,” she gushed. I smiled.

            “Same here Sare,” I said. Kara just laughed.

            “Now, what we all want to know, is what happened in English,” Ronan interrupted, stopping our first day back reunion.

            “Urgh don’t mention it,” I groaned. However they wouldn’t take that as an answer.       

            “Come on Lace, we’re dying here,” Ronan complained. This time, I laughed.

            “It was just Lewis being an idiot, honestly,” I explained.

            “I heard that Jennings,” a new voice said. Turning around, I marched up to the new addition to the conversation.

            “What are you doing down this end?” I protested, as I had had enough of Lewis as it is, without him hanging here too.

            “Well for one, I was wondering why you were talking about me, and for two, Mr Kerrington wants to see you,” he said cockily. Sighing loudly, I replied:

            “Screw you Lewis,” and then turned to my friends. “I have to go and see Mr Kerrington, sorry, I’ll tell you later,” I apologised, and started to walk to the entrance to school.

After taking a few steps, I noticed someone following me.

            “Leave me alone Jackson,” I ordered, but of course, Lewis wouldn’t leave.

            “He wants me too, don’t worry, I wouldn’t follow you around babe,” he joked. I groaned loudly.

            “Don’t ever call me babe again,” I shot at him and glared angrily. Lewis just held out his hands in protest. “I hate you,” I muttered quietly. This just made him laugh out loud.

            “You know that’s not true,” he said, imitating a sweet voice and putting his hand on my shoulder. Slapping it away, I shouted,

            “Don’t touch me Jackson.” We were in school now, so I received a few disapproving stares from the duty staff.

            “Babe, you know you love it,” he chuckled, angering me further. In between punching his arm, I stammered,

            “Don’t. Call. Me. That. Ever. Again.” This made him laugh even louder.

Finally, we reached Mr Kerrington’s classroom, but he wasn’t there yet. Tired of standing, I took a seat at one of the desks. Irritatingly, Lewis followed me, sitting in the chair next to me.

            “Go away,” I demanded. As expected, he didn’t move an inch. If anything, he moved closer. “Have you got ears? I said leave me alone.”

            “Actually you said go away,” he quoted annoyingly. I let out a sigh of frustration.

            “Can’t you just stop annoying me?” I asked impatiently.

            “I’m afraid I can’t do that Jennings, it’s just too entertaining,” he said, in an official sounding voice.

            “Screw you Jackson,” I replied, using surnames like he had.

            “I know you’d like to screw me,” he repeated, satisfaction oozing from his voice.

            “Get lost,” I shot at him angrily, getting up from my seat and taking another one. To irritate me even further, he followed me.

            “Can’t get lost babe, I know my way around,” Lewis returned, using a come back that got old in primary school. I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I just elbowed him in the ribs.

“Do you two ever stop fighting?” Mr Kerrington’s voice sounded, and I realised he had been watching our conversation for a while.

            “No!” we both yelled at once. Our so called teacher chuckled at our reactions.

            “Well I suppose you want to know what I wanted you both for,” he stated, and we both nodded, me a little angrily. “You’re not going to like it,” he aimed at me in particular.

            “Then why choose me?” I wondered, and he laughed again.

            “Well you two are the best, so I want you to help out with the year nine creative writing classes after school,” he explained. If it was with any other person, I would have jumped at the opportunity. Mr Kerrington seemed to sense my annoyance.

            “You could just say no, I’ll find somebody else, but it will be great experience, I know you want to teach English,” he told me. Lewis just sat there, snickering as usual. It was then that I realised that he might want me to turn it down.

            “I’ll do it,” I agreed. Mr Kerrington smiled.

            “Good, I’m glad you saw sense, Lewis?” he asked. When I turned to Lewis, I saw that his mouth had dropped open in surprise.

            “Yeah I’ll do it,” he also agreed after a long pause.

            “Splendid,” Mr Kerrington said. “I’ll see you both tomorrow night, from three-thirty until four-thirty,” he explained. Lewis and I both nodded.

Just as we were leaving for registration, as lunch was over, Mr Kerrington stopped me.

            “Oh and Lacey?” he said. I turned around to face him. “No slapping in my class again.” Rolling my eyes and then shaking my head out of frustration, I left the classroom and walked slowly to registration – which was again, with Lewis Jackson.