Gerard's POV:

All I could see was the back of her. Her hair reached down the back of her red and black t-shirt. I stopped staring at her back and tried to concentrate on the lesson. I managed to catch up with the notes I had missed, but then I got distracted again. I noticed the blonde haired guy I was sitting next to casually holding out a note to Ash. It took her a moment to realise who it was for, but when she did she took it gently from him and unfolded it on her desk, whilst pretending to be paying attention. She took up her pen in her left hand again, and quickly scribbled a reply on the note. I saw what it said as she passed it back to him. All I read was "loving the accent" written in a green pen scruffily with a smiley face crookedly drawn on. Underneath was written neatly and evenly in black "haha we all know English accents are the best" with a carefully drawn smiley face winking. I felt suddenly jealous of this Sean guy. I mean, hadn't I been the one there for her that Friday night, and I knew I barely knew her, but still. I had tried. I was still trying, but it seemed now she was just ignoring every attempt of mine. Instead she seemed to be more interested in a blonde guy who would probably end up being just like the last one. I was annoyed that she'd open herself up to yet another person like that, but more annoyed at him for trying to impress her, and inevitably hurt her. The note had been handed back and forward a few more times, but I decided to focus on the lesson rather than bothering to act like I didn't care. I sat there, pretending to pay attention by staring at the whiteboard where notes were coming and going. The bell suddenly rang and I jumped a little, startled. Everyone started packing up and walking out of the lesson, chatting loudly as they filed out into the corridor because it was break time. I shoved all my books in my bag, and then pushed forward, moving quickly between Sean and Ash, catching her shoulder with mine so I shoved her a little. I didn't mean to do it, but I didn't look back and apologise either. I heard Ash talking loudly to Lauren behind me as I filed into the corridor and started walking towards my locker. "Do you know if there's anything wrong with him?" she asked. She sounded worried, but I didn't care. I started thinking about Friday night all over again. She was acting like it didn't mean anything. Like it had never even happened. I reached my locker and brutally turned the lock until it clicked open. I tugged it open and threw my books in there. I heard the locker next to mine open and looked round my locker door. I saw the familiar sight of thick, layered pink hair and felt a pang in my stomach. I tried to act like nothing had happened while she was there, preparing to force a smile if she turned to look at me. "If I've done anything to hurt you, you could just tell me, and not be a complete prick about something I don't even know I've done." Her voice sounded thick, and she quietly closed her locker and turned my way, but she pushed past me as I tried to talk, a packet of cigarettes in one hand. She walked quickly, and instead of trying to shout I quickly slammed my locker shut, and started to run after her. I pushed past people, getting sworn at and shouted at a lot. I didn't care though. She was right. I had been a complete prick and had no reason to. I finally caught up with her outside the main school building, round the side sitting under the shade of a tree. I saw a tear trickle down her face as I stood there, trying to think of something I could say to justify what I had done. "Ash…" I said quietly, not sure whether I should try and sit with her or not. "No.. I get it," she snapped. I was surprised by how much this was hurting now. I had managed to hurt her so quickly, and now she had built up the walls against me. Put her defences up so I couldn't get in again. "I don't even know what the fuck you think I've done," she said, sobbing, but then trying to keep her composure again.

"Ash, I'm so sorry," I said, begging her to at least look at me. She stuck a cigarette in her mouth and lit it up, taking a long drag then finally looking at me. Another tear fell down her cheek. "I just want to know why you did that," she said simply, not taking her eyes off mine. "I… I don't know…" I said quietly. I felt so bad about everything, but I didn't want to tell her that I had done it because I was jealous. I didn't want to tell her because I thought it was too early to tell her I thought I had feelings for her. She finished her cigarette and got up, putting her lighter in her pocket, and the packet of smokes in her bag. She walked slowly towards me and looked at her feet. "Just please don't do it again… You're one of the greatest people I've met over here, and I don't want to lose you…" she said quietly, moving her head up and looking deeply into my eyes, fixing her gaze.