So...my second chapter :) I hope this goes down well...I've actually got some ideas, and I know where I'm going with this now :D please review - it would mean alot to me :)

Miss. Blaize. C x.x

Focus on What's Important.

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Amelia woke up the next morning tired, grumpy and with rather bad back ache. She sighed, threw her bed covers off and stared lifelessly at her uniform. Burgundy blazer, knee length black skirt, white shirt, burgundy and white striped tie, black knee high socks and black ballet pumps. Within moments she was dressed...and still not feeling awake. Suddenly her phone vibrated on her bedside table.

"Good morning Amelia! This is your personal wakeup call via the boy's dormitory telling you that it is time for breakfast! As we're sixth-form we get breakfast early – remember – we made it a date ;) Xxx" Amelia laughed, stuffing her phone in her pocket. She made her way from the girls' dorm to the main hall. And indeed there were a group of blazers and a sandy coloured head looked up as the doors opened and it was beaming. Good morning...gorgeous! Amelia tried not to let her knees go weak. Redwing didn't approve of 'inappropriate behaviour' between male and female pupils. Redwing didn't approve of Amelia's black bra under her white shirt. Redwing didn't approve of her and John 'studying' together. Redwing didn't approve of Amelia's A-level choices. Redwing didn't approve of anything really and Amelia decided that what Redwing didn't approve of they could stick up their governing boards arses. She grabbed a bowl of cereal, and made her way through the mass of people to John. She reached the table and found a girl in the seat she thought was empty. Slender, black hair cut straight. A thick, long fringe – the kind you found in glamour magazines. Amelia froze feeling awkward; she quickly found another seat on the table next door. She looked at John through her fringe, her cheeks colouring and jealousy rising in her throat like bile. She nearly choked on her cereal when she saw John reach out and take the girls hand. Amelia realised where she'd seen her before - her dorm. The bed opposite her. This girls name was Beatrice. She was head girl. And little miss popular. Suddenly she felt a nudge on her leg. She looked up, not realising who she was sat with. She locked eyes with a pair of steely blue orbs and dark curly hair. Sherlock Holmes. The boy who'd insulted her to her face. She frowned.

"Someone should of told you he was taken. He's been with Bee for three months and seven days." Amelia snorted, shaking her head.

"Like it bothers me who he dates. I've known him for three days." Sherlock laughed, deep and warm.

"You like him, don't deny it. I can tell. The dilation of your pupils, the clench of your hands, the flush in your cheeks..." Amelia held her hand up.

"Okay Einstien...I get the picture. There's just something about him..."

"That's what all the girls say..." Sherlock glanced at his watch. "Got to go...see you later..." He immediately dropped his gaze...his cheeks flushing and Amelia cocked her head in confusion.

"Bye...Sherlock!" Amelia quietly finished her breakfast...disposed of her tray and slowly made her way to her next lesson. She was silently fuming...

Why couldn't he tell me he's got a fucking girlfriend! I really thought I might have a one-in-a-million chance. But no...oh Amelia...

Sherlock Holmes ran into his room, slammed the door shut and sunk against it. He stuffed his hands into his hair and tried to get her out of his head. He'd known her what...two days! He'd brushed every girl aside. Every pretty girl, every average girl he had no attraction to. But her? He had to fight to hide his feelings. The way her hair fell when she pulled it out of that pony tail. That glitter in her eyes, the scar across her face and her black bra under her thin white shirt. The bell rang for the next lesson and Sherlock stood up, grabbing his bag. He looked down and swore as he realised his arousal. There was something about her that he had to have. He had to touch her, to feel her hair, to hear her moan his name...Sherlock cleared his throat and directed his thoughts to the latest murder novel he was engrossed in. The graphic murder calmed his nerves. But he still positioned his school bag infront of his legs and walked quickly to Biology, hiding the flush in his cheeks.

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John walked hand in hand with Bee to their next lesson. John suddenly realised who was walking infront of them. Her auburn hair, the sway of her hips and the line of dark lace at her back. John swallowed and looked at Bee, smiling at whatever crap she was going on about it. The hold on her hand was loose, his palm sweaty. He watched Amelia walk, following each sway of the material and each footstep. Suddenly he was jolted forward and a sharp poke in his shoulder brought him back to Earth.

"What are you staring at John? Huh?" His girlfriends glaring eyes provoked a voice out of him. He looked to his brain for help..."you were looking at the floor!"

"I was looking at the floor?" His voice was tentative, but the flare in Bee's eyes said she was going to scream at him. And she did.

"No you bloody well weren't! For God's sake John! I'm supposed to be your..." John stopped listening after a while... her voice just faded. Suddenly, his hand was dropped and the click of Bee's heels were loud in his ears. John sighed and murmured under his breath; "Break up number six..." Suddenly he walked straight into Amelia, his hands hanging by his side, brushing against her butt. She screamed and whipped round, coming ridiculously close to his face. Amelia blushed and tried to turn away. But John's hands on her shoulders stopped all movement. They were moments away from the science block...he leaned in, his lips meeting hers...sparks flew...

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"Amelia! AMELIA!" Amelia jolted awake. She'd fallen asleep at her desk again. Sherlock sat beside her, tutting and shaking his head. She jabbed his leg under the table with her compass and tried not to look at the blonde and black heads infront of her.

Focus Amelia. Focus on what? Focus on what's important. Not John and deffinately not Beatrice.