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.

I'm fine and nothing is distracting me, she lets me leave. Teachers are so oblivious sometimes.

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

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 securely. I feel myself being pulled back up onto my feet and I

I — " my words are cut short as my eyes connect with Jake Melvin.

holding my waist so I clear my throat, a red blush creeping up my neck. His eyes flicker between both of mine

time he remains silent.

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

myself, I'm always

turning his back on me. I frown at his

least I apologised!"

fiercely, watching his body still before he does a

crap, he's turning

his usual 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

arms, a smirk playing on his lips. He places them on either side of my head, caging me between him. I can feel his body inches away from me and my

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

you speaking to him like this? I'm dead.

please play Shawn Mendes at my funeral.

twitching

you're feisty, huh Muffin?"