CHAPTER THREE
Interrupted

As I waited for Trevor outside, I tried to tell my heart to calm down.

"Geez, he's only walking you home. It's not like you're going on a date or anything. Just calm down," I whispered to myself.

Walking down the hallway, I saw Trevor smiling.

"There he is. How's my breath? My hair?" Nervously, I made sure my uniform looked neat.

Upon his arrival, he grinned. "Hey."

"Hey," I answered, smiling.

"Here," he said, motioning to the books in my hand, "Let me take those for you."

"Why thanks Trevor," London, said popping in out of nowhere, "How kind of you to walk me home."

"Actually, I was gonna…" Trevor tried to explain.

"Come on," London said, dragging Trevor away from me. He looked so helpless. He's kinda lucky, though. Half the guys in Our Lady would've loved to be asked out by London.

Letting out a sigh, I watched as London and Trevor disappeared down the school hallway. Before they turned the corner, he turned to look back at me. I couldn't help but smile.

Walking down the hallway, I heard the snickers that always follow me.

"Look, it's the baby…"
"Don't let her touch you. Her stupidity would rub off on ya…"
"Well, if it isn't little London-obsessed Corrie…"

If it wasn't bad enough, someone decided to trip me again. I fell to the floor, my books flying in every direction, except this time, Trevor wouldn't be here to help me.

As the hallway filled with laughter, my tears were streaming down my face. As I wiped them from my face, I wondered how today went from a great day to this.

(I'll be slipping out of Corrie's POV to Trevor's POV once in awhile)
Walking To The Tipton
Trevor's POV

When I registered to Our Lady, I never thought that I'd be dragged home on the first day. As London pulled me along, I glanced back to see if Corrie was behind.

"Well, Trevor," London said, "What made you suddenly want to walk me home?"

"Actually, I wanted to walk…"

London interrupted. "You don't need to answer. I'm me! Who wouldn't want to walk me to home?"

"Umm, me!" I thought to myself. "Hey, London, could you let me go? I could walk on my own, you know."

"I know that silly. I just want to make sure that the press get a picture of us."

"A picture of us? Wait, London, what are you doing? I really like…"

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed. London grabbed my arm and put it around her shoulder. She smiled as the tabloids took picture after picture.

"London! London! Who are you with and is this a possible new beau?" someone from the crowd inquired.

"Of course. This is Trevor. He and I," London smiled and flipped her hair flirtatiously, "we're together."

Trying to wriggle free, the cameras flashed brighter and the questions came at a quicker pace.

"London, where did you two meet?"
"How long have you known each other?"
"Any plans for the future?"

London answered each one, making a lie for most of them. I knew at this point, I was in too deep and I couldn't get out.

When London finally decided that she was getting tired of the press, she called a limo and ushered us home.

"London, what was that all about?" I demanded, taking a seat opposite her, trying to get far away.

"What do you mean?" London answered, petting Ivana, her little puppy.

"All those things you said to the media. We've been together for about half a year? We met at a hospital when I tried to save you? Why would you make up those lies?"

"Because, if I told them that we just met today and you were just walking me home, it wouldn't make much of a story." She was feeding Ivana a treat now.

"Then are you just using me?"

"I wouldn't say that. I actually like you," she answered, leaning forward, as if to kiss me.

Luckily, we arrived at the Tipton and I ran out of the car, to my room on the 15th floor.