Forbidden Love

Chapter 12

You're beautiful.
My heart seized as the memory invaded. I closed my eyes to quiet his voice. To force away the feel of his fingers brushing my cheek and the intensity of his steel-blue eyes looking at me.

I squinted my eyes open as the morning sun seeped into my bedroom. Today would have been a perfect day to catch up on Vampire Diaries, to doze off and forget about everything that has happened, but unfortunately it was Monday.

Sighing at the thought, I gently removed my duvet and climbed out of my cosey bed.

One more week.
I kept telling myself. One more week of school before the holidays.

I stripped off my pajamas and stood under the blast of hot water in the shower until it turned cold. I still couldn't feel anything. No emotion. No sensation. No thoughts. Just silence. The voices were vanquished. I stared at the mirror that had tiny droplets dripping down it, avoiding eye contact with the girl who starred back.

I fumbled for a towel to wrap around my head and another to cover my body. I emerged from the fog-filled bathroom, clouds of vapour billowing out after me when I heard Dylan's music blasting in the opposite room.

I shut my bedroom door and switched on my radio to block out his loud, shouting noise that I hated with a passion.

I opened my curtains and the sunlight blinded me. Squinting at the clear blue sky, I felt giddy as today looked like a good day. Smiling at the thought, I slipped on my favourite summer dress along with brown sandals.

I quickly applied savlon to a small piece of cotton wool and dabbed it gently onto my knee. After rinsing it off with a wet cloth, I peeled open a plaster and stuck it over the wound.

Stuffing all my books into my bag, I slung it around my shoulder and grabbed my phone before heading out my bedroom. I passed Dylan's room with a loud bang on the door, and went downstairs.

I laughed evily when I heard Dylan open his door in an irritated matter and slammed it shut again.

Entering the kitchen, I glanced around for the usual lunch box Lisa set out and smiled when I noticed it placed on one of the counter tops. Just before I wanted to grab it quickly, I noticed a sticky note stuck to the lid.

'Have a great day.' I crumpled the paper and threw it away in the bin.

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"Psst Demi." Dylan whispered, poking me in the arm softly. I ignored him and stared out at the teachers demonstration in the front.

"Demi." He whined before poking my arm much harder. "What's the answer?" I scoffed. Do you know how long it took me to figure out those answers? Dylan sensed my defiance and groaned quietly before throwing a pencil at me. My lips curved up in amusement.

Dylan's hand darted for my exercise book, but I pulled it away, my smile morphed into a full blown grin. Dylan growled, figuring out that I was playing with him. I chuckled. "Demi." He whispered, a tone of desperation evident in his voice. "Please, I need the answers."

"Mr Michaels," Mrs Woodley paused the equation she was busy with on the white board and turned around to face the class, "What's your answer for 2.3?"

Dylan's face turned blank. Girls were mouthing the correct answer to him but he had a difficulty with understanding what they were saying. A scoff of laughter escaped my lips as Dylan frowned frustratedly at the poor girls who were only trying to help him.

"Dylan, is your homework complete?"

He dropped eye contact. "No ma'am."

My eyes widened in shock at his honesty. Usually he would come up with pathetic excuses. Mrs Woodley grabbed a detention slip off of her desk and slammed it down in front of him. "I assume you already know how to fill in this form."