Tilly entered her bedroom, she placed her bag onto the floor and collapsed onto her bed. She stared at her ceiling, her lips were pursed together and the small ginger curls of her hair unfolded onto her pillow. She thought about Jen. Well, to be honest, she thought about Jen the majority of the time especially when she was all alone in her bedroom. She hated when she felt like this, feeling angry at Jen's behaviour earlier on, but guilty because of the pressure she puts onto her. Tilly wasn't a silly girl. She understood that Jen was devoted to her job, well art. She could see the passion Jen had when she'd speak in an art class, the concentration she'd have when drawing. That's something Tilly would never want to take away from her. Seeing her today, when Tilly was lying to the head teacher on Jen's behalf, watching her beautiful face crumble, seeing her looking as pale as she was, seeing her shaking like that. She must've honestly believed Tilly had told on her. If she was hurting Jen that much then what was the point in trying anymore? Or maybe Jen had already decided that? Tilly never understood where she would stand with her. One minute they're all fine and loved up, the next Jen is acting like she doesn't even want anything to do with her.

Little did she know that Jen had also locked herself away into her bedroom. She abandoned all the work she needed to mark, so she could finally settle what she was going to do once and for all. She sat on her bed with her face in her hands. 'What a mess' she whispered to herself. She noticed that a edge of a photograph was hanging out of her draw, she pulled it out and stared at it. It was the one Esther had took. She couldnt help smiling. Her finger traced over Tilly's face. Her perfect face. She fell back onto her bed still holding the photograph infront of her. Tilly ment so much more to Jen than she portrayed. Tilly was all she could think about, she almost found it impossible to concentrate on anything. She'd often wonder what Tilly was doing right now or if Tilly was thinking of her right now, (which in this case she was). But it was wrong, illegally. Think about the rumours, the gossip, the torment it would put Tilly through. Her whole future, Cambridge, all she's worked so hard for would be practically gone and Jen wouldn't be able to do anything about it, she would be in prison. But these feelings. If they were so wrong why did she have them? If it was so bad to want Tilly why did she want her more than she's ever wanted anyone before? Why did she want to kiss her lips everytime she was in the same room as her. Why did she want to hold her through the night, give her warmth, protect her from all the bad in the world? Why is she falling her love with her?

Jen closed her eyes, her head was felt like a balloon and if she thought any harder it would explode. She let everything drift away. Her grip of the photograph in her hand slowly lost grip as she feel into a peaceful sleep.

Tilly felt her eyes slowly getting heavier. They slowly began to close, but just as she felt as thought she was going to fall asleep, her phone vibrated on her bedside draw. Tilly took it off the side and read the text. She felt disappointment at first after seeing that Jen wasnt the one who sent it. But felt a little better that Sinead had asked her to come round for revision. Longing that Jen would be there she agreed.

An hour later Jen started to stir, she managed to squint one eye open, the light attacked her eyes. She could hear muffled voices and laughter from the next room. It was hard not to with the walls being so thin. She concentrated on the voices and within seconds knew one of the voices was Tilly and the other Sinead. Jen heard Tilly's voice in her head so many times that it just became so easily recognisable. Jen sat up and stretched. She didn't know whether or not to go downstairs or just to stay locked away in her room.'Jen?' She heard someone shout from outside her room. They knocked twice before entering anyway. The door opened and it was Sinead.'Oh right you are in.' She said. 'I was just wondering if you had a spare pencil lying around that I could borrow?'
'Um, yeah sure but...'
'Yes, I know. They're expensive, proper artist pencils, ill give it straight back after' Sinead said practically finishing Jen's sentence. Jen gave a small smile and walked over to the corner of her room where she kept all of her art equipment. She searched through the draws to find one suitable.
'What's that?' Sinead said.
Jen turned around and saw Sinead looking towards the photograph of her and Tilly that she had left on her bed. Jen bolted towards it and snatched it off the bed before Sinead could get a proper look.
'Oh its nothing, really!' She said in a non-convincing way. Stuffing the photo into her back pocket. Sinead stared at her curiously. It was obvious she was keen to know what it was of. Then her face lit up and a intimidating grin grew on her face.
'Oh, I get it.' She said winking.
'What...w..w...what do you mean?' Jen panicked.
'Youve got some secret girlfriend or something haven't you! Jen felt a tad of relief.
'No! Haha, no, not me. No way' she said.
Just then she heard footsteps enter the door way of her bedroom.
'Sinead what the hell is taking you so long...' Her voice drifted off when she saw Jen. It was of course Tilly.'You'll never guess what Til's, Jen's got a secret girlfriend' Sinead teases.
Tilly looked up at Jen. 'Secret girlfriend?' She thought. She shot a threatening look at Jen.
'No, no I don't, Im telling you' spluttered Jen. Jen could see the anger in Tilly's eyes, if she wasn't mistaken she could even see them start to well up. 'Tilly must think I have a new girlfriend or something' she thought. Sinead broke the silence with a laugh, she then went over and took two pencils from Jen's draw and walked out the door. She turned round.
'Hey...Tilly, you coming or what?'
Tilly broke off eye contact and stormed out and slammed Jen's door shut behind her.