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.

nothing is distracting me, she lets me leave. Teachers are so oblivious sometimes.

grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder, making my way towards the exit. I'm so focused on rushing straight

too weak to steady myself. I prepare myself for a hard landing on the floor but it never happens. A warm hand is slid around my waist, the arm tightening around me

I — " my words are cut short as my eyes connect with Jake Melvin. I instantly feel the breath knock

I 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 drops his arm back to his side and takes a

he remains silent.

His outfit consists of a plain white shirt followed by 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 feel if he

myself, I'm always on

mutters quietly, turning his back

I

as fiercely, watching his body still before he does a slow turn.

crap, he's turning back around.

hard stare. He chuckles quietly, taking a step towards me so that my back presses against the wall. I

feel his body inches away from me and my throat dries up considerably. The scent of soap and musk mixed

can smell smoke on you. It's gross."

Seriously Emily, why are you speaking to him like

please play Shawn Mendes at my

twitching

you're feisty,