Cesca
Her heart ached every moment she was not with him, but she knew she should try and get over him, think of the future, not the past. That didn't stop her mind from wondering why he hadn't turned up for her lessons in over a week, well she had an idea, but she wanted to know what he was thinking, how he was feeling, if he hated her? She could probably answer all of those questions herself but Jonah did constantly surprise her. She sighed as she was bombarded with memories of the plans for the future they had joked about, wishing all too much that they were possible now.
It was just after lunch on a Monday, as usual she had her year 12 boys, she wondered fleetingly if he would actually be there, the thought was interrupted as she opened her classroom door. His eyes instantly found hers, the sadness she saw there tore her heart in two, but she realised her eyes must mirror his. She had been hoping, wishing, that he would come, but now that he had she wished he hadn't. All of the feelings she had managed to supress from that night came flooding back, the absolute undying love she felt for him returned with vengeance, it made her stomach twist with butterflies, her heart race and her breathing quicken. She both hated and loved the fact he still had this hold on her. She broke their gaze and walked to the front of the classroom, keeping her eyes on everything, anything but him. She set the class a task and they got on with their work, clearly sensing she was in no mood to be tested. She tried to get on with some marking, but it was impossible knowing that he was just a mere 5 metres away, it killed her.
"What's up mate you haven't seemed yourself in ages?" She could hear Ronan quite clearly, the rest of the class were quiet and he wasn't the best whisperer. "Nothing" he replied with an expressionless face "Alright, sorry for asking" Ronan was a little taken aback by the acid in his voice. "Sorry mate, it's just been a rough couple of weeks" "You're acting like you've been dumped or something" he replied jokingly, not realising he had hit the nail on the head, yet another dagger in her heart. She could see him clench his fists and wince at the words, she had to intervene "What's going on at the back?" she asked in her Miss Montoya voice. "Nothing miss, Jonah's having lady trouble" "Shut up" he snapped back "Why? I'm sure Miss Montoya has broken a few hearts in her time. Haven't you miss?" he said with a cheeky grin. 'Oh Ronan, you harmless fool' she thought. She could see the anger and sadness in his eyes, his knuckles turning white from the intensity he was clenching his fists, this wasn't going to end well, she had never seen him so angry.
Jonah
He wished he had carried on avoiding her, at least then he wouldn't have this new heart ache. His anger was boiling over, it wasn't so much at Ronan, he didn't really know what he was saying, but more at the situation, the mess his life was in. He had to leave, get out of the room before he did something he would regret. He was on his feet and out of the door in seconds; he left her with tears she couldn't shed. He sprinted down the corridor as fast as he could, dashing passed a worried looking Adanna, she called after him but he ignored her and carried on running, through the main school doors and out of the gates. He stopped around the corner and sat on the ground with his legs tucked up to his chest, in an attempt to subdue the constant ache he felt in his chest. Of course it didn't work, nothing did.
Cesca
He surprised her again. She simply sat there in shock, not quite knowing what to do. A worried and confused looking Adanna walked in the room and asked her for a quiet word outside. Once she was outside her classroom, and out of view from the students, the tears broke the barrier. "I can't do this anymore Adanna" she sobbed as her friend tried to comfort her with a hug. "What's happened love?" "I can't do it, face him every day, knowing that I can't be with him, seeing the hurt and sadness in his eyes is enough to kill me, I just, I just cant." "What do you mean? What are you going to do?" She didn't reply, she just walked off down the corridor and towards Karen's office, leaving a confused Adanna and an unsupervised group of Year 12's.
She explained to Karen that she needed some personal time off due to family illness, and that she had to fly out to Spain to be there. Karen was sympathetic to the young teacher and granted her as much time as she needed, little did she know that she had no intention of returning. She couldn't hurt him anymore, hurt herself anymore. She hoped that the distance would do her good, maybe help her forget him, although she knew he would always hold a piece of her heart. Always and forever.
She left school early, returning home to pack her belongings quickly. She had managed to get on a last minute flight to Barcelona that left later that evening. She would miss Rochdale terribly, her friends, the school, the students, everything, but it was something she needed to do for herself.
Back at school, Adanna had a meeting to attend with Karen. They didn't get along very well. It wasn't that they didn't like each other; it was more the fact that they had two very strong personalities and opinions that often clashed. Karen tried to make small talk, she thought of some common ground they shared "So it's a shame about Cesca's Auntie" "What?" "Her Auntie, she's been taken ill… Cesca's is flying over to Spain tonight to see her… did you not know?" "Excuse me Karen I have to go"
All of the pieces clicked in her head, why didn't she see it before? She hadn't realised that her friend had felt so strongly about him, so strongly as to leave the country, leave her friends, her job. She had presumed it was a fling, that they only thought they were in love and that the distance from one another would make them realise it was simply lust, forbidden fruit. She knew now that it wasn't, in a way she had always known. She needed to act fast. There was only one person she knew that could convince her to stay, and that person had ran out of the school and could be anywhere by now. 'Bugger' she thought to herself.
Luckily for her, he hadn't gone too far. She gave him the short version of events and saw the look of horror on his face at the thought of losing her entirely. They got in her car and made their way to her house. Her car wasn't outside and there was no answer on the door. He looked entirely defeated, heartbroken. She really felt for him, it must be such a difficult situation to be in. She couldn't believe she had split them up when it was so obvious how strongly they felt for each other.
They headed for Manchester Airport in a last ditched attempt to find her, hoping against hope that they weren't too late. She was slipping through his fingers like she had that dark night. He would never forgive himself if he let her go, without even trying to convince her to stay. He wasn't sure what the future held for them, but he knew that he couldn't live without her being near him, regardless of them being allowed to be together or not.
They dashed through the airport, looking at all of the departure times trying to determine which flight she would be on. He remembered back to one rainy Saturday afternoon, they were lying on her sofa talking about anything and everything; she spoke of her childhood in Barcelona. Barcelona! Gate 7. He was significantly faster Adanna. When he got to the gate, he couldn't see her through the rows of people, but her musical tone stood out from the noise, she was about to board. He ran with all the power and will in his body, it couldn't end this way.
"Cesca!" he called out to her, she turned around to be immediately greeted by his embrace. He was out of breath and his voice was choked with emotion, but the words were clear to her, "I love you, please don't go"