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Chapter 9

Kittie's POV

Monday. Great, so I had spent the whole weekend sulking and keeping to myself, only talking to people when I had to and closing up when Oscar was mentioned. I didn't even do the painting with the little ones yesterday like I had promised and I never break a promise. Even Uncle had kept out of my way and didn't shout at me, for anything. My head was fine, nearly healed and no scars should be left, I was told, but my heart… well that was a different matter. I guess I felt like Rapunzel did in Tangled when she saw Eugene sailing away in the boat, thinking he'd betrayed her trust, but this was reversed. I betrayed his trust. I should have told him. I know, I know, it's soppy and weak but I felt so… I'm not even sure how to describe it. I didn't want to go to school, I didn't want him to see me like this, but then maybe he would see I didn't lie to him, that I didn't want to and that I did like him. I looked… well, dreadful. My hair was messy and just pulled back messily into a ponytail to keep it out of my face. My eyes were blood-shot and there were tear stains down my cheeks and on my clothes already. I hadn't bothered to put much make-up on this morning, why would I need to? I had no-one to dress up for anymore. I wore a long-sleeved top beneath my cardigan with the sleeves pulled over my hands, hiding the blistered skin.

The whole way to school, I sat in misery and silence, silently protesting. Words couldn't help me now, so why did I need to talk? I didn't even want to go to school but I had no choice. I never had any choice. Joe stopped the car; I got out and slowly walked up to the steps, stopping as I reached the doors. I took a deep breath and walked through the doors, mentally noting the quote from the Taylor Swift song Fifteen. I smiled at how relevant it was to the situation. I walked slowly down the corridor, ignoring the stares from other people. I still had to be strong, even if I didn't have my friends by my side. Maybe Uncle could move me back to Barclay or even to Edie's school, but I didn't think that would happen.

I opened my locker and pulled out the books I needed for my morning lessons. Beside me, Duncan leaned against the lockers in his 'cool' way, his hair in a Justin Beiber style.

"Well hey there Kitty-cat."

I grimaced. I hated him calling me that.

"I hear you broke up with Oscar."

I slammed my locker shut angrily. "Is that what he's been telling everyone? I have not broken up with Oscar because I was never going out with him in the first place!" I glared at him, my hair falling around my face as strands escaped from the tie.

He flinched, startled. "Um no, no he's not said that. We just assumed." He flicked his hair quirkily.

I rolled my eyes. "So everyone just assumed. Great(!) Not only is my friend annoyed with me, but everyone thinks I was going out with the one guy in the school who has treated me like a person. Wait, since when did people have time to assume we broke up? It's Monday and we fell out Saturday."

He looked a little nervous and moved away from me. "Um, well, Oscar said at home how the two of you weren't speaking any more, well not so much in words but he blanked when we mentioned you and then all the pictures of you two and the stuff you'd given him, pictures you'd drawn and stuff, they were in the bin. So I thought you two had broken up so I kinda passed it on. But, if you were never going out, then do you wanna go out with me sometime?" His flirtyness was back.

My head was racing. He'd get rid of all that stuff? I'd spent hours drawing those pictures, making sure he was happy and he was having fun, no wait, going off topic here. Duncan has been spreading rumours? "So you've been spreading rumours about me? As if I'd go out with you after you've pulled a stunt like that. You're unbelievable!"

I stepped towards him angrily and he backed away, pure terror on his face. I sighed and stopped. I wasn't a bully and I knew I didn't want to hurt him really. I was just annoyed.

"Go on, get out of here." I turned and rested my head on my locker as he legged it down the corridor towards his posse, far away from me. This was going to be fun, not!

Rose and Carrie walked over to me. I turned, ready to apologise.

"Before you say anything, we understand why you didn't tell us. We looked at your files when we got back on Saturday so we understand now but Oscar… He's really annoyed. He hates being lied to and being kept in the dark but to make it worse, it was you. Kittie, he really liked, no likes you and yet… No. So we've decided we're gonna help you get him back or at least get you two together."

I stared at them startled. "You…you… huh? But… why… Carrie, do you feel the same way?"

She nodded and I smiled slightly. "But, but…why? I'm new and you don't really know much about me."

"We know. But we have spent some time with you, and we've read your files so we know you're a good person. Anyway, things have been going really well recently and you're part of the team now."

I smiled realising I did have friends here after all. "Thank you."

Carrie looked a little shocked and I turned to see what she was looking at. Oh. I blinked and my breath caught in my throat as Oscar walked past.

"Oscar!" called Carrie, stepping forward slightly.

He turned and looked at her. "Yeah?"

I groaned and tried to turn away. I didn't want him to see me like this. Rose pushed me forward.

"Are, are you alright? You seemed pretty uh annoyed on Saturday."

"Never better," he replied, shifting his bag further up his shoulder, making his hair bounce.

"Don't you need to talk to Kittie? Don't you want to talk to Kittie?"

"Who?"

I flinched and turned away. This time Rose didn't stop me. He started walking away from us and Rose touched my shoulder. Carrie glared at him and scowled.

"Oscar, there's no need to be so mean to your friend. Why are you ignoring her?"

He stopped and turned towards us again. "How can I ignore someone I don't know? I have no friend called Kittie. If you don't mind, I have to get to class." He walked away and didn't look back.

I burst into tears and sank down onto the floor. "Oscar, I'm so sorry," I whispered, my head resting on my knees.

Rose and Carrie knelt beside me, hugging my shoulders and trying to be comforting.

"It's alright. He'll get over it. Come on, you can't sit here on the floor. Come on, up you get."

I nodded and Carrie helped me to my feet. Rose handed me a tissue and I nodded gratefully.

"I think a quick trip to the toilets is needed before class. Come on, at least to wash your face."

We walked towards the nearest girls bathroom and I bumped into Mr Flatley who was carrying lots of papers. The papers flew everywhere and for a few seconds, I stood, just staring at him.

"Mr Flatley, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean… it was an accident. Here, let me help." I bent down to help him pick up the papers.

"No, no. It's alright. I can manage. You girls just run along."

"Come on." Carrie pulled me away from the mess and into the toilets.

Great, so my day just keeps getting better and better (!)

Third lesson – chemistry. Mrs King gave us all a bunch of work sheets and wrote up our task on the board. That was fine. Unfortunately we had to work in partners, specifically our partners we had from the beginning of the year, or in my case when I joined and guess who that was. You see up until today Oscar and I had been friends so we worked together but now… No, the bigger problem was I had no choice but to work with him as there was no-one else to work with and he was ignoring me, so this was going to be a disaster. I'd been so clumsy today and with him next to me… well, I think, no I know something bad was going to happen.

Around us, everyone was getting organised, getting their apparatus and just getting started, whereas with us, nothing was happening. I glared at Oscar who was sat in his chair, staring blankly out of the window.

"Oscar, can you at least help me get the things we need please?" I asked. No reply. "Look Oscar, I know you're annoyed with me, heck the whole school probably knows by now, but you can't pretend I don't exist, not when we have work to do. I'm sorry. I had a reason but you won't listen to me so I don't know why I bother trying to explain myself to you." Still nothing. "Oscar, if you don't do anything, then Mrs King will shout at you. Please, can you just…"

He sighed and stood up. "Whatever, liar," he muttered and wandered over to where Rose was who was busy getting what she and Carrie needed for the experiment.

Carrie walked over to me slowly, holding two pairs of goggles. "Don't worry, he'll get over it. Would you rather work with me or Rose? I'm sure Mrs King won't mind too much if we ask."

I shook my head. "No. I can't just… run away and pretend like this isn't happening. I promised no more running. I've got to get through this and I will. I'm… well you know, stronger than this."

She nodded. "Alright, just, if he's being mean, just ignore it and don't hit him. He won't hate you forever."

"I hope so." I smiled at her weakly.

Oscar walked back over with the equipment and put it down on the desk. "Here."

I sighed and leafed through the stuff. Well at least now he was getting on with the work and speaking to me, even if he was being, well, rude. Oscar sat down and I sighed, knowing he was going to be difficult. I'd seen this in Cal, Sophie and Tom who's only 2, so I knew I could deal with it if I wanted to.

Carrie looked at me and I rolled my eyes at Oscar. She smirked and I nodded. There was no way I was going to let him get the better of me. Quickly I set up the experiment, laughing inwardly about the simplicity of it and waited for the water to start boiling. Why we were boiling water I don't know but then these guys are far behind us at Barclay. No, I'm here now, not part of Barclay anymore. Although, maybe if I throw a big enough fit, then maybe, just maybe Uncle'll move me back, after all, I'm not learning anything and I'm so far behind now… No, I'm just being too hopeful; it's never going to happen.

I looked up at the beaker and saw it was starting to boil.

"Oscar, can you turn the Bunsen burner off please? I can't measure the temperature and take the beaker off at the same time as well as turning the flame off."

Nothing. I rolled my eyes. "Oscar, please. I need your help, at least to do the work, please."

Still nothing.

I slammed my hands down on the table and he flinched. "What is your problem? I know you're annoyed with me but you have to do the work, else you'll fail. Grow up and get a grip!"

He shoved his chair back and turned to face me, glaring. "You're telling me to grow up? You're so hypocritical! You're the one living in a dream world, pretending to be someone you're not. You need to grow up, not me."

I rolled my eyes at him and felt tears fall down my face. "I hate you!" I screamed as I wiped away the tears.

He glared at me again. "Good. The feeling's mutual." He sat back in his chair and began filling in the bonus sheet that Mrs King liked to set.

The class were staring at us and I sighed. Slowly they turned away and I reached for the beaker. I picked it up and held it for a couple of seconds before remembering it was hot. I winced as the hot glass began to re-open the blistered flesh on my hands from the electric pole and my hand let go. The beaker fell and hit the table, smashing into lots of pieces. The water splashed and waved over the end of the table, hissing and spluttering. The glass however flew everywhere, small chips striking my face causing me to wince. Oscar pulled me back away from the glass and the boiling water on the floor.

"What the hell? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"I didn't think you cared," I muttered snidely.

Mrs Kind looked up and stared at us. "What on earth is going on?"

Rose looked up, walked over, turned the Bunsen burner off and smiled. "An accident Miss. But I think Kittie needs to go to the medical room and Oscar should get Frank to clear up…this."

Mrs King nodded slowly but I didn't care. My hands, and my face hurt too much and I didn't think I had the cream from Johny in my bag.

"Yes, yes. Oscar, can you take Katharine to the nurse and then ask Mr London to clear up the mess the two of you have made."

"Kittie, my name is Kittie," I muttered as I moved away from Oscar, knowing I'd entered stage 2 – hatred.

Oscar shook his head and watched as I moved away. "It's not our mess Mrs King. I had nothing to do with the experiment and it's not my fault."

"Oscar, you were supposed to be working together so it's both your faults and a poor student blames their partner. No please, take Katharine to the nurse before she drips any more blood onto the floor."

Oscar looked at me, startled. "You're hurt?" Then the worry vanished from his face. "Just like you to draw attention to yourself and make a fuss," he muttered as we walked out the door and into the corridor.

Once we were in the corridor and away from the classroom, I stopped and glared at him, wincing as the burnt skin on my hands brushed my clothes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean. I bet that fall last Saturday was just a hoax and that you were… you just wanted the spotlight. I bet you knew Murdaug, just like you knew the black-hat guy."

"Johny."

He looked at me. "What?"

"His name is Johny. The 'black-hat guy' as you called him is called Johny and he's my cousin. He shouldn't have been there, I didn't know. And I didn't want you to find out like that. Why would I? Everything that I've done and said over the last couple of weeks has been real, they've been me. I…I…You're my friend. I never liked not telling you but I had no choice. Frank thought it would be better if you didn't know. I never lied to you Oscar; you just never listened to me when I tried to explain. I felt so bad not telling you and I'm sorry."

"No you're not! Why would you care about me? I'm a nobody. My parents are… My mum is an evil psychopath and my dad is AWOL. You don't know what it's like to not have your parents, to come home and no-one is there. I am alone!"

"I do know. In case you've forgotten, my parents are dead! Before Cal was born, I used to always come home not knowing if either of my parents were going to come home that day, let alone actually be there. I know I had my brothers but they didn't really want anything to do with me. I was a silly little girl who couldn't play boys games, not that they wanted their little sister tagging along. 'Girls can't be spies' they said, and boy were they wrong. You have your foster parents. I have an annoying Uncle who's not even supposed to be here, who makes me move schools away from my friends and then complains that I can't look after my younger siblings but he doesn't do anything when I have to run around doing everything! So don't you tell me I don't know what it's like, I know a lot more than you do, I've lost a hell of a lot more than you."

I glared at him and he stepped towards me, smirking evilly. "You're such a little liar!"

I slapped him and he turned his head, his teeth gritted and a hand flying to his stinging cheek. I stared at him shocked. I'd never hit anyone before and this was Oscar.

"Oscar, I'm so sorry. I… I didn't mean… it was an accident. I am so so sorry." I moved my hands towards his face to see how inflamed it was and he grabbed hold of my wrists tightly.

"No. You enjoyed hitting me. You're, you're a liar and a bully Katharine Swan. Never hit me again."

He let go and I stumbled back before tripping and landing on the floor. Oscar strode towards me, his right hand raised, ready to hit me. Normally I would be fighting back but given my current state, I stayed on the floor, my eyes tightly shut as I waited to be hit.

Third POV

Frank stepped out of his cupboard and glanced down the corridor. To the left of him, he saw Oscar standing over Kittie, his face stony and his face raised by her face. Frank raced down the corridor and pulled Oscar back, away from Kittie.

"No Oscar."

Frank pulled Oscar's arms behind his back and waited for the boy to stop struggling. A few seconds past before the boy stood still and relaxed. Frank let go and spun Oscar round to face him.

"What the hell were you doing? Why did you try to hit her? Can't you see she's scared?"

Oscar stared at him. "She hit me first Frank. Why are you taking her side?"

"I'm not. Kittie is this true? Did you hit Oscar first?"

Kittie got to her feet shakily. "Well yes, I did but he called me a liar again! You know how I hate being judged, especially if the judgements are wrong!"

Oscar whirled round to glare at Kittie. "You are such a liar!"

She glared back at him, her stance more confident. "You don't know squat about me Oscar Cole. I am not a liar!"

"You are too!"

"I am not!"

To anyone watching the going's on, it would have been rather funny to see the tall blond youth and the small brunette facing each other, glaring furiously. Frank rolled his eyes and stepped between the two.

"That's enough you two. I want to see the pair of you in base at lunch, don't be late. Kittie, go to the medical room. Your face is bleeding and your hands look really painful."

Kittie broke the gaze and nodded. "You're right. Oh, Frank, you need to clear up the broken glass in the chemistry room. I kinda dropped a boiling beaker, hence the hands and face."

Frank nodded. "Okay. Oscar, go back to class. I don't want the two of you near each other until later. Behave, the pair of you."

Kittie nodded and tried to smile Oscar nodded hesitantly and strode back towards the classroom. Kittie grimaced and lightly ran the fingers of her left hand over her cheeks, wincing as they brushed the ripped skin.

"Frank, how, how bad is it?"

Frank looked at her, took her hands in his and turned them over, examining the burnt flesh. "Well, it could be worse. You now have burnt skin and blisters over the burnt skin and blisters on your hands. I take it you still have the cream that Johny gave you?"

Kittie nodded, and then stared at Frank, pulling her hands away. "Wait, how did you know Johny actually gave me a pot to take home?"

"I've been keeping an eye on you, making sure you're alright after Saturday. Rose and Carrie said you took it pretty badly, being hurt I mean with the electric pole."

Kittie laughed. "Frank, you worry too much! I'll be alright, eventually."

He nodded and watched Kittie meander down the corridor, heading towards the medical room.

"Those two are going to be trouble," he thought. Maybe he should give them both some time off, give them a chance to cool down.

AN: Sorry for the second AN but please R&R and feel free to ask questions, give ideas and i'm open to criticism but what I choose to do with that is up to me. Thanks :) Kallie out xx