Thanks for all the reviews guys! I'm so happy!
Sorry for the wait….. I know what its like to have to wait long for an update :/
My teachers have been really harsh this holiday especially my English teacher Grrrrrrrr why did I have to take my GCSE's early?
Anyway enough of me moaning. The last chapter was quite short so here is a bit of a longer one for you! I will try and upload the next chapter before I go on holiday which is on Wednesday for a week WWOOOO!
Just want to remind you to review, review, review! and if you have any suggestions as to what you want to happen in this story let me know.
Enjoy!
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Jonah lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling; he let his mind wonder
back to yesterdays dramatic events. Most of it was a blur, it happened
oh so fast. They had everything, their world was perfect but its
funny how that can change in an instant, nobody understood him,
understood them.
People are too quick to make judgements. They all see what there mind
tells them, if anyone had the sense to look into their heart and
question him and Cesca's actions then they would have clearly seen that
they were utterly and deeply in love.
Jonah's mind drifted back to the moment when Cesca saw him, bounding
up the stairs with a stern yet desperate expression carved into his
face. He loved the way her eyes lit up at the sight of him, how her
heart started to pound in her chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
He loved how she buried her head in his neck, breathing in deeply so
his scent so it would stay with her forever.
It was at that very moment Jonah knew there was no one else he wanted
to be with, he only wanted Cesca.
Jonah's door started to open softly, letting in some light that dimly
lit up his room. Closing his eyes, Jonah breathed in slow deep rhythmic
breaths hoping. The sound of heavy feet attempting to tiptoe came over
form across the room and paused beside his bed. Jonah let his body go
limp; the troubled expression on his face earlier had disappeared and
was replaced by a look of comfort.
He waited.
He heard the intruder move towards the door, obviously satisfied that
his son wad not escaped during the night. The man's footsteps were not
as quiet as they were when he entered; evidently he was not concerned
about waking up his son. As soon as the door closed Jonah sat bolt
upright, he had a feeling his dad was going to check on him, Whipping
out the mobile that was hidden under his pillow he scrolled through
his contacts till he found what he was looking for; Cesca.
A small smile played at his lips as at the other end someone picked up,
"Ces? It's me. I've got a plan"
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Marcus Kirby pulled up outside the school gates it was his sons last
week at school, Karen had insisted that he finished the week so that
he could say goodbye to everyone properly before he left.
Marcus didn't like the idea.
He couldn't stand the thought of his son being at the school where it
all began, he knew everything would remind Jonah of her. He looked in
the mirror at his son, who was staring vacantly out of the window, his
fingers were scratching at the bag and he was clearly agitated,
"Jonah" Marcus said, "Don't even think of trying anything, the teachers
will be watching you very carefully today"
Jonah didn't bother to acknowledge his father, he continued to look
out of the window half expecting Cesca to pull up in her little blue
car, he knew she wouldn't.
"See you later" he heard himself say as he opened the door and walked
towards the school.
The building cast a shadow over him as he drew closer and closer, it
once seemed a cheerful place, a place where he could escape his father
and see the woman he loved everyday.
That had changed.
It was now cold and looked more like a prison, a few news reporters
were scattered around the entrance snapping pictures as he walked past.
Suddenly a woman blocked his way, "Jonah Kirby? How does it feel to
come back to this place?" She questioned thrusting a microphone into
his face, "Is your father happy you were allowed to come back? Did you
realise that Cesca Montoya was using you? How do you feel about being
abused?"
Each question felt like an individual blow, as if someone was punching
him again and again and wouldn't stop until he fought back.
Jonah took the microphone trying hard to keep his hands from shaking
due to the anger that was pulsing through his veins.
"Cesca did not abuse me" he said taking deep breaths, "We loved each
other, she didn't push me into anything",
"But she shouldn't have started to flirt with you, she shouldn't have used
your sister to blackmail you into having sexual intercourse resulting
in her pregnancy."
"WHAT!" Jonah roared at the woman, he could see her consciously take a
step away from him, "Where are you getting your information because
you seriously need to know the facts before accuse an innocent woman
of a crime like that!"
"So it's not the true", the reporters eyes lit up at the prospect of
Jonah telling all, her boss would definitely be paying her well tonight.
Jonah knew he should stop before he said anything he regretted, but he
knew he needed to try and clear Cesca's name, he owed her that much.
"No. I flirted with Cesca she didn't want anything to do with me! She
tried so hard to resist her feelings; she even went out with another
teacher in hope that she would distract herself!" Jonahs breathing
became erratic and his heart began to pound. It suddenly felt so good
for someone to hear their side of the story, he forgot all about the
fact the woman was a reporter. So there he stood a few feet away
from the school pouring his heart out to a camera and mic.
"I tried to kiss her twice! One of the times she even slapped me!" he
let out a small chuckle at the memory before becoming serious again,
"But she couldn't resist it, neither of us could. We took it slow, we
didn't have sex the first time we spent alone together and she didn't
blackmail me! We are just two normal people who happened to fall in
love is there any crime in that?"
Jonah looked into the woman eyes and saw them soften slightly; she
opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a door swinging open,
"Jonah! What do you think you are doing?" Karen Fishers voice rang out,
"I'm telling the truth miss", Jonah replied smiling slightly, "this
woman had her facts all wrong"
Before she could speak again Jonah marched into the school a lot of
determination on his face.