I'm sorry for not posting a new chapter in a few days I've been on holiday but I'm back now so I will be able to post more frequently :) Please leave a review so I know whether you like my story and any improvements that could be made to it :) Thanks x
The next day I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock. I rolled out of bed - still filled with sleep and dressed myself ready for school. On my way down the stairs I peered into my father's office and saw that he had left for work already. He had always been a punctual man and a rigorous worker.
I made myself a simple breakfast and packed my bag with the book's and writing equipment I needed for the day before washing my bowl and donning my warm coat. The walk to school was a long one but I preferred it to taking the bus with the other students. I'd save that ordeal for winter.
The school gates flooded with students. It was a struggle to pass a single person that didn't point, whisper or stare. Luckily, this wasn't the first time I had moved to a new school. Honestly I couldn't remember the first time. Before I could even reach for the reception door, an eager hand grasped at the cold metallic looking handle and pulled it courteously, automatically I uttered a thank you and walked briskly inside.
"There's no need to thank me Emily, it would be rude not to open the door for a friend" Jake smiled warmly and slid inside to stand next to me.
"It would be rude not to thank you" came my short reply. As soon as the words had left my mouth I regretted them, Jake was only being helpful and I returned the favour with disregard as usual.
Jake walked me to every class in the morning and by the time lunch came around I felt like I'd gained a good friend. We had a lot to talk about and he could even make me giggle. He understood what it was like to leave old friends behind and have to start anew and he made me feel comfortable. I could tell he was popular with other girls in school from the pointed scowls I had been receiving all day but I had never bothered to care about what other people thought of me and I wasn't about to change for the girls that pined for the same amount of attention I was getting from Jake.
With Jake's help the day passed quickly and by the end of it Jake walked with me to the school gates with an offer to drive me home. "You have a car already?"
"Yeah it was an early Christmas present" he rubbed the back of his neck with his reply.
"I'm sure your car is warmer than my coat" I smiled easily
"I don't know" he said unconvinced "with your body in their it must be pretty hot"
His reply earned him a soft tap on the shoulder which he answered with a bear hug. As he hugged me he stumbled slightly and I felt the cold hard surface of someone's chest. "Sorry" I apologized sincerely.
"Take care the next time you feel like playing with your boyfriend you ignorant child" his answer was cold and uncaring. My mouth hung open in disbelief and Jake quickly put me down before spinning abruptly and confronting the rude boy.
"You shouldn't talk to her like that. It was my fault she bumped you so you can bother me instead." Jake stated in an annoyed manner. The rude boys hands fisted at his side's as he positioned himself in a primal stance. I pushed myself between the pair and placed my hands flat against their chests instinctively.
"That's enough."
The guy whose name I was yet to find out flinched at my touch and looked at me with bloodthirsty eyes, I slid my hand from his chest awkwardly, trying to free my eyes from his and failing. When my hand finally found Jake's arm I pulled him away in an attempt to escape the boys trance.
After we had climbed into Jake's car and he started driving I asked him who the boy was. "His name is Dylan." Jake spat. "Your probably the only girl in school that hasn't heard of him."
I nodded slowly and turned to stare out of the foggy window into the slippery wet road beside the car. I gave Jake a brief description of the place I lived; he drove at a steady pace, we parted with a hug before I made my descent into the empty house.
That night I tossed and turned in a restless sleep as i thought of Dylan. My memory of his appearance was small; the most I could remember was the underlying muscle in his chest and the icy feel his skin had to it. More prominently was the enticing way his eyes captured mine as my hand pushed firmly on his toned chest.