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.

Wilkins I'm fine and nothing is distracting me,

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

on 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 feet and I open my eyes

connect with Jake Melvin. I instantly feel the breath knock out

I mumble, feeling my throat tighten. 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

time he remains silent.

plain but on him, it works. The shirt clings tightly on his arms that

I can't help myself, I'm always on edge.

"Watch where you're going next time," Jake mutters quietly, turning his back on me. I frown

"At least I apologised!"

fiercely, watching his

he's turning back around.

cold hard stare. He chuckles quietly, taking a step towards me so that my back presses against the wall. I gulp nervously, glancing down the hallway for any sign

his body inches away from me and my throat dries

move. I can smell smoke on

you speaking to him like this? I'm

please play Shawn Mendes

his lips twitching

you're feisty, huh Muffin?"