I have no idea of the layout for the school, but in this fic the science room is next to the Spanish room :)
Jonah
He hadn't seen her since the car park, over a week ago. He'd seen Miss Montoya, but not her. He missed everything about her, her laugh, her smile⦠everything. He wished with all of his heart that her decision would be quick, so that he could either be with her, or begin picking up the pieces of his shattered heart. The waiting was the hardest part, not knowing where he stood, whether he was coming or going, of course he understood why it was taking so long. She was battling her heart and her head, a fight in which either way she would lose, it just depended what she was willing to lose more; Jonah, or her career, possibly even her freedom.
Lesson 3 on a Thursday was P.E with Mr Clarkson, or specifically football, it was always football. "Jonah!" Mr Clarkson called to him, holding a piece of paper in his hand. He jogged over to him promptly, "What's up sir?" "I need you to take this memo to Miss Montoya" Fate, his old friend had returned yet again, it was almost as though they were two opposing magnets, drawn together by some force he didn't quite understand. "But sir can't someone else do it?" "No Jonah, I asked you." He replied in a stern voice.
He wasn't sure what to expect as he reached her classroom, he gently knocked on her door and waited for a response. From what he could see, it was the year 12 girls she was currently teaching. "Come in, oh hello Jonah what can I do for you?" she said in her Miss Montoya voice. He walked through the centre of the desks, receiving several wolf whistles and comments regarding his football kit, "Looking good Jonah" this came from Jess Fisher with a cheeky wink, he just smirked but otherwise ignored them, his attention was completely focused on Cesca. She looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. "Oh erm, Mr Clarkson told me to give you this" he handed her the piece of paper, which within it contained a message of his own. His hand gently brushed hers and the electricity that passed through them was phenomenal. She gasped slightly at the contact of his soft skin.
She opened the paper, one was formal and no doubt about some pointless meeting Karen Fisher has set up, the other was written in a familiar handwriting, it simply said 'I've missed you'. She smiled warmly at him, the smile that was only ever reserved for him. She quickly scribbled her response 'I've missed you too' her gaze remaining firmly with his. That's when it happened.
A blast, a force of which she had never experienced before, threw her to the floor. She heard muffled screams, but a very distinct ringing dominated her hearing as she slipped out of consciousness. He too was thrown to the floor, hitting his head off of a nearby desk. The rest of the class managed to escape mostly unscathed, leaving an unconscious Miss Montoya and Jonah Kirby in the raging inferno.
Smoke engulfed the classroom, his eyes flickered open, but closed just as quickly. A searing pain on his head brought him back to reality, back to consciousness. He was confused and dazed, understandably. 'What the hell happened?' he thought to himself. He looked around the burning room, rubble, dust and smoke hazing his vision. That's when he saw her, laying limp and lifeless on the floor. He ran to her, diving on the floor, raising her head onto his lap. He checked her vital signs, her breathing was laboured, but at least she was breathing, and her heart rate was fast. He gently shook her trying to bring her around, constantly saying her name as though it were a chant. Her eyes slowly fluttered open; he honestly thought it was the most beautiful sight he had seen. "Ces! Are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere?" "I'm fine I think, just my head" "Try and stand" He helped her to her feet, she doubled over in agony as she put weight onto her ankle "I can't walk Jonah" tears of pain and fear streamed down her face "It's alright shh don't worry" he soothed as her took her into his arms. She grasped onto him as though she had never felt the touch of another person before. "It's okay, we're going to be fine" he repeated. He carried her out into the corridor; it too was engulfed with flames in both directions. He had no choice but to go straight ahead into the opposite classroom, there was no escape.
He placed her on a nearby chair out of harm's way. "Jonah I have something to tell you" "Now isn't such a great time Ces" he joked, trying to make light of the disastrous situation, frantically searching the room for an exit, "There might not be another time Jonah" He stopped his search, crouching down in front of her and cupping his hands around her delicate face, so she was looking straight into his eyes "I promise you Ces, I'm going to get us out of here, and when I do, you can tell me whatever you like" he winked. "How can you be so sure Jonah?" He shrugged "I'm an optimist. I also know we are both meant for more than this Cesca." He knew that he was possibly filling her with false hope, but he didn't want her to say her last goodbyes. They needed to survive.
The only option he had was the window, but when you go to a school like waterloo road, the windows are reinforced with a metal grid. That would be a little bit more difficult. He picked up a chair, and with all the strength he had in him, threw it at the window. The glass shattered but the grid remained, the only thing separating them from certain survival. He kicked at it furiously and eventually it began to give way. He called over to the group of evacuated members of the school, searching for a male teacher, Mr Mead responded. The fire was spreading to the room they were in, making breathing almost impossible; it was spreading up the walls and onto the fragile ceiling. Chris sprinted towards them; he placed Cesca into the reliable arms of his science teacher, who stepped away slightly so Jonah could jump down from the window.
The integrity of the ceiling perished with the full force landing on his unfortunate body. The window was no longer an option; it was now completely barricaded with rubble. For the second time Jonah lay unconscious, his limp and lifeless body left to perish. Chris could smell gas, so moved a distraught Cesca and the rest of the school a safe distance away from the imminent explosion.
It was just a matter of time.
