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.

is distracting me, she lets me leave. Teachers are

exit. I'm so focused on rushing straight

to steady myself. I prepare myself for a hard landing on the floor but it never happens. A warm hand is slid

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.

look away from his intense gaze, 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 creeping up my neck. His eyes flicker between both of mine before

he

him, it works. The shirt clings tightly on his arms that are muscly and defined, the boy clearly works out. I flinch as

myself, I'm

where you're going next time," Jake mutters quietly, turning his back on

I apologised!"

fiercely, watching his body

Holy crap, he's turning back

quietly, taking a step towards me so that my

side of my head, 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. I scrunch my nose up

smell smoke on you. It's gross."

speaking to him like this? I'm dead.

play Shawn Mendes at my funeral.

his lips twitching up into

"So you're feisty, huh