Tangled Love

I can't concentrate at all in class. Every time I try to my mind wanders over to the conversation this morning. Mum's threatening words constantly ring through my ears . . .

Trevor will make you.

I feel physically sick knowing my own mother knows exactly what Trevor does to me but never stops him. The thought alone is enough to cause my stomach to stir, bringing up the contents of my breakfast.

"Emily Wentworth!" A voice booms my name, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes meet with a frustrated set that belong to Mrs Wilkins.

"Yes?"

"Do you know the answer?" Mrs Wilkins asks me, her voice full of irritation.

"No, sorry." I sigh, my cheeks heating up as the entire class turn to look at me.

"That's the third time today you haven't been paying attention Emily. See me after class please." Mrs Wilkins says sternly, turning back towards the board.

I merely nod and lower myself further into my chair, making myself as small as possible.

This day has just gone from bad to worse.

re-assuring Mrs Wilkins I'm fine and nothing is distracting me,

way towards the exit. I'm so focused on rushing straight out of her class that I'm

the floor but it never happens. A warm hand is slid around my waist, the arm tightening around me securely. I feel myself being pulled back up onto my

words are cut short as my eyes connect with Jake Melvin. I instantly feel the breath knock out of me, the cold in his eyes darkening further.

not quite able to have another stare off with him. I notice his arm is still holding my waist so I clear my throat, a red blush

The entire time he remains

jet black jeans. Casual and plain but on him, it works. The shirt clings tightly on his arms that are muscly and defined, the boy clearly works out. I flinch as I inspect them, knowing how hard the impact would

help myself, I'm always on edge.

turning his back on me. I frown

least I

him just as fiercely, watching his body still before he does a

crap, he's turning back around.

stare. He chuckles quietly, taking

caging me between him. I can feel his body inches away from me and my throat dries up considerably. The scent of soap and musk mixed in with the faint smell of cigarette smoke ravels around me.

smell smoke on you. It's

to him like this? I'm dead. Officially

Shawn Mendes

twitching up

"So you're feisty, huh