His Heartwarming Secret

The conversation between Jedd and I whirls round and round in my thoughts all night. I don't sleep much but when I finally manage to nod off, the sun begins to rise, peeping through my curtains.

I finish lacing up my converse and stand off my bed, stretching. A dull aching pain flares up in my sides and I wince, placing my hand over it. I walk over to my mirror and gingerly lift my hoody, examining the tender area. A light bruise is beginning to form, looking alien against my pale skin.

Now I'm tired, grumpy and in pain.

Great start to the day Bella.

I reach for my backpack before heading out of my room quietly. The plan is to leave the house before Dad and Jedd wake up. I don't want to be interrogated further and an awkward car ride with Jedd is the last thing I need today.

I tip-toe down the stairs, avoiding the creaky ones that will alert Jedd of my presence. I reach the bottom of the stairs and turn to walk towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast. A shadowy figure moves on the other side of the glass door and I immediately duck, mimicking something out of a action movie. Abort Mission Bella!

I crawl the opposite way, heading straight for the front door instead. Opening the door without making noise is a difficult task however after a minute or two of fumbling with the locks, it springs open. I let out a sigh of relief before darting outside into the crisp morning air.

the road, my converse slapping against the concrete floor. A small smile appears on

Watch out James Bond, Bella

*****

go crazy inside my pocket. The vibration surprises me, causing me to jump up in my seat. I throw an apologetic look to the person next to me who's staring at me as if I've sprouted another head.

calls. I physically wince knowing that he's mad at me for ditching him

unlock my phone underneath the desk and read the texts

hell Bella? Where are you?

could have at least told

You're actually impossible.

him know I was walking to school. I quickly lock my phone, deciding to reply back to him later.

teacher says loudly, causing me to snap my head up in her direction. She's staring straight at me, her eyebrow raised and I hear sniggers erupt

my cheeks heat up in embarrassment and I quickly stuff my phone back inside my pocket. The teacher

Miss. It's not like you've been teaching me for the last year or anything. . .

Winters, hand over the phone please."