Where the hell was she?
I searched through the Drama classrooms for her. I searched the canteens, the dormitories even the King's room. She wasn't in any of those places. I was getting really worried now. I ran up the stairs leading to the top of the music tower. I scanned the room thoroughly twice, until I saw a small figure leaned against one of the stone pillars. I silently crept towards it. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw who it was.
I wasn't quite sure what to do. She looked so innocent when she slept, so I didn't want to wake her. After a moment of hesitation, I gently pulled her into my arms. She started to mumble and shift around in my arms.
"Shhh. Summer, it's okay. Shhh." I whispered, stroking her hair.
She settled down after a few seconds. I carefully carried her, bridal style, all the way to the girls' dormitories. It was about 11pm, so the lights had already gone out. I had spent nearly 2 hours looking for her, when I realised she was missing. I was a little worried that some of the girls might still be awake, so I crept in as silently as I could and examined the room, making sure everyone was asleep. It looked like everyone were far from waking up now.
It was easy to figure out which was Summer's bed, since it was the only one empty. I gently lay her down on the hard, thin bed. Couldn't they have made these things more comfortable? She stirred slightly, as I pulled the thin blanket over her. Surely she was freezing cold. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her. I wanted to be with her. But she probably hated my guts after today.
I sighed as I watched her for a few minutes. She had the face of an angel. So perfect. Then, without thinking, I bent down slowly and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She lay still for ages, until she turned to her side, pulling the covers more over her. I swear I could see her smiling though. It was probably just my imagination.
I turned away from her and crept to my own room. I lay on my bed, which was more comfortable than the beds the other students had to sleep in. Although it was very comfortable, I couldn't manage to get to sleep, since all I could think about was her. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her. I sighed. I really was pathetic.
Olivia's POV:
I lay awake in the stiff single bed. It was impossible to get to sleep. I twisted and turned until someone finally chucked something hard at me and told me to shut up. I was worried about Summer. I hadn't seen her since this morning, when she had her little argument with Manfred Bloor. We were all worried all day. I kept expecting her to pop up and say "Hey guys." But she never did. I looked at her empty bed. Where the hell was she?
I went through all the places where she might be. For all I knew she could be in Dr. Bloor's office getting told off, or back at her house, or somewhere in the school. Suddenly, my head snapped up as I heard a soft noise coming from the door. I silently prayed it was Summer.
I decided to stay low. I peeked over my covers to see a figure holding something in its arms effortlessly. Wait a second…was that…no way.
Manfred Bloor was carrying…Summer to her bed? Why was he carrying her? I swear he couldn't care less about anyone really. What happened to her? I silently watched, as he pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. I noticed that she stirred slightly in her sleep. If she woke up now she would see Manfred and probably scream. Well I would if I were her.
He stood there for a few minutes, watching her. What he did next shocked me. I almost didn't believe it had happened. He slowly bent down and placed a quick kiss on Summer's forehead. Did I really just see that? Eww. Or maybe it was some trick of the light thingy. It was probably someone like Andrew, even though it looks an awful lot like Manfred. I was so confused by the whole kiss, that I barely noticed him slip out the door.
Soon, I fell into a light sleep, waking up occasionally in the middle of the night. My head was still wrapped around what I had seen earlier. Should I tell Summer? I decided to tell her in the morning. I tossed on my side, before finally managing to drop off into a peaceful sleep.
Summer's POV:
How did I get here?
I groaned as I rolled over, forgetting how small the bed was, and fell to the floor with a thud.
"Owwy" I complained, sounding like a 5 year old. My body was throbbing with pain, like when I'm stuck in an awkward position for ages. I heard a loud snort of laughter fill the air, which was quickly cut off as I twisted around to glare at the three girls behind me.
"Hey, how'd you sleep?" Claudia asked. She had a look of concern on her face, which reminded me instantly of my own mother. Of course naturally Olivia was laughing her head off, with Emma chuckling softly next to her. Why were they laughing? It wasn't even funny!
"Fine…I guess…" I replied. I couldn't remember anything that happened last night.
"What happened yesterday? Why does my body hurt?" I asked.
"Tell you later, come on, we're gonna be late!" Olivia pulled me to the door, I tried to stay put, forcing her to drag me halfway down the corridor.
"Olivia! I'm still in my pyjamas!" I whined, as she let go and I strode back to the dormitories.
By the time we got down to breakfast, all that was left were the burnt bits of food that hardly looked edible. I decided to skip breakfast, if you could call it that. I wasn't that hungry anyway.
The first few lessons passed by quicker than usual, and the pain that was tingling my body earlier had nearly gone. I caught up with Olivia and Claudia, as we walked outside for break. We sat in our usual spot. The others were already there. I squeezed in between Charlie and Andrew, as Olivia sat opposite me, next to Emma and Claudia sat on the other side of Charlie. Whilst everyone was busy chatting, and Charlie was pretty much flirting with Emma, I turned to Olivia. She was grinning like a maniac at me. I looked away quickly, unnerved by her freaky, Cheshire cat grin.
"Olivia, would you please stop grinning at me like that?" I asked, trying my best to not look at her face.
"Sorry, I can't help it"
I was about to turn away, when I remembered he real reason why I wanted to talk to her.
"What happened to me yesterday?" I asked her in a hushed tone. Her face became serious and worried. I guess it was bad then, huh?
"Not here…we should talk somewhere more…private."
"Fine." Nobody had noticed our little conversation, or us for that matter, until we tried to sneak away, without attracting attention to ourselves. Like that worked.
"Where are you two going?" Andrew asked.
"Sorry, Andrew, but I really need to talk to Summer." Olivia replied, saving me from doing explaining to the others myself.
"Oh, okay." He said casually, "Oh yeah, Summer?"
"Yeah?"
"Manfred told me to tell you, that you've got detention and you'll be spending your breaks with him, helping him do paperwork or something like that. Starting from tomorrow. Sorry." Andrew actually looked genuinely sympathetic and so did most of the others. Of course Olivia had to bite her lip, to stop herself from laughing, but I could tell she was anyway.
"It's cool." I tried to say in my best casual voice. It was hard to not start screaming and run around like a lunatic. I can't believe I had to spend my breaks with…Manfred! And I wouldn't be going home for a while! Great. So I was stuck at Bloors for who knows how long.
I leaned against a big, oak tree, with my arms folded. We were away from everyone else, so there was no way anyone could hear us, unless they were some obsessive stalker…well…stalking us.
"Spill" I said, waiting for her to explain.
"What?"
Then something Andrew said sank in. Detention. Why have I got detention? What did I do? What happened?
"What happened last night? What the hell did I do?" I asked, in the most serious, yet scared voice ever. Surely if she was acting like this it had to be bad, right?
"Nothing much, you just got into a little disagreement with Manfred and stormed off, skived lessons." She said all too casually. That wasn't too bad, I mean, okay maybe I did get detention over it, but maybe I shouldn't have overreacted. So why was she acting like there was going to be an apocalypse?
"So…why are you acting all…shocked?"
Olivia sighed before continuing, edging farther away from all the other students and closer to me, yet she sill whispered, even though we were out of hearing range.
"Do you know who brought you back to your bed?" She asked, staring into my eyes.
"W-who?"
"Manfred." She spoke so quietly, that I barely even heard her whisper that name.
"Manfred? What? Why?"
"Ask him."
I glanced at the group of sixth formers, and sure enough Manfred was there.
"Okay, so he brought me back. And? He was probably trying to be nice." I was desperately trying to think of an excuse for him.
"I doubt it. Did you or did you not hear him yesterday morning?" She asked, challengingly. Okay, there was a perfectly logical explanation for this.
"So, maybe his dad told him to." I shrugged my shoulders, and slumped down onto the warm grass. Olivia gave me a look that told me there was more.
"That's not all…" How I hated those three words. I stared at her, waiting for her to carry on.
"When he…brought you back to your bed…" She started, struggling to find the right words. I froze as the words she said repeated over and over in my head.
"Oh my god, he raped me!" I screamed, causing a few heads to turn. Hehe. Crap.
"No! No, of course not, stop jumping to conclusions!" She yelled as loud as me, purposely. I guess she noticed the few heads watching us. They immediately turned away, and I could have sworn I saw a look of relief on each of their faces.
"Okay, so…what happened then?" I asked, anxious to hear the shocker news. Hehe. Of course he didn't rape me. He hates me, and I hate him. He probably tried to drop me down the stairs by 'accident', whilst he was carrying me. Olivia took a deep breath.
"He kissed you!" She blurted out. Did I notice how she took a step back, trying to cover it up by pretending to stumble? Hehe. She thought I was going to blow her head off, although I did feel like blowing someone, anyone's head off.
"W-what?"
"He k-"
"I know what he did!" I yelled, instantly regretting it. She looked hurt, yet sympathetic.
"Sorry, it's just…Maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was some random guy…" I sounded like I was trying to convince myself, than anyone else.
"Maybe…Just ask him."
"What? When?"
"How about tomorrow break…in detention?" She suggested, as a sly smile spread across her lips.
"Urgh. Don't remind me." I groaned, as Olivia took me into a sympathetic hug, laughing hysterically.
"Why are you laughing like that?" I asked, eyeing Olivia suspiciously.
"No reason. Come on, class is starting." She said, pulling me towards the doors. I looked around to see that everybody else had already left. I got to my class just in time. The rest of the day went by surprisingly quickly. I didn't see or talk to Manfred again that day. He wasn't even in the King's room. That was…weird. I went to bed wondering where he had been, but I didn't get to think for long, before I nodded off to sleep.