Tangled Love

After a lengthy talk with Jake, he agreed not to lash out without knowing the truth again. The boys still didn't see eye to eye however Jake promised me he would act civil towards Tobias.

I pull on my high waisted jeans along with a white off the shoulder top. Next I decide to tackle my hair and instead of putting it up into a messy bun as I usually do, I let it flow down my back. After applying a little makeup, I feel content with my appearance.

My phone beeps, letting me know I've received a text. I decided to ignore it as I'm already running a little behind. I grab my belongings and head downstairs, ready for college.

Jake is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, just as he does every morning. He's wearing a white shirt, dark blue jeans and trainers. I laugh out loud, realising we're both matching.

A complete mistake but it's kind of cute. 

I smile at him and stand on my tiptoes, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Ready to go?" I ask him, my heart warming a little as he slides his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer.

"Ready when you are Muffin," he murmurs in my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt over my bare skin. I bite the corner of my lip to stop the smile from spreading right across my face. The boy made me happy, really happy. He opens the front door and gestures for me to walk ahead of him.

such a gentleman at heart," I tell him over my shoulder, grinning as I walk out. He smirks back at me in response, blue eyes shining —

I'll kill you."

*****

"Emily, your phone is buzzing." Trish hisses at me whilst maintaining eye contact with Mrs Wilkins as she lectured us on our math exam

my book. Trish pokes me in the ribs, signalling for me to check my phone and I sigh, pulling it out of my jean pocket. The screen flashes with five different text messages and I scroll through them, reading each

my little girl

when I ask you a question, little

you not to ignore someone? It's very rude

I should teach you? Would

we'll have all the time in the

tightens on the phone as I read each message, the next one creepier than the last. I swallow the lump in my throat and ignore the chills

haven't heard from him in a while causing me to think he had crawled back underneath his rock somewhere. Oh, how

didn't noticed my hands shaking and Trish looks at me worryingly. I can feel her gaze burning into the side of

His eyes fill with worry and concern as he notices the distress