Page 31 of Meant to Be

“You know, Mum isn’t back for at least another hour…?”

“I’m not jumping from that window again.”

“We could go to yours? I just want to be with you.”

A smile creeps onto my face.

“Let’s go.”

I softly put my mouth to hers, gently pushing my tongue against the seam of her lips moulding them together, our tongues stroking softly against one another. A heart-stopping kiss leaves her with a smile so big it makes me do the same.

“Come on.”

Once her belt is on, I leave school for my house for some quality time with my girlfriend.

Chapter Nine

Shelby

The car is already on the drive when I walk up to the house. I made Jax drop me off at the end of the street just in case, it’s a good job I did. It would be just my luck for her to see me stepping from his car. It would have given her a good excuse to have another go at me and, probably, Jax.

I open the door to the smell of cooking, but it turns my stomach, making me retch. I drop my bag and run upstairs to the toilet, yet again. When I get up, mum is standing at the doorway.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I seem okay?”

“I’m just asking Shelby.”

“I’m fine, I think I’ve picked up a bug.”

She hands me some tissue. I wipe my mouth and throw it into the toilet and flush it.

“Dinner won’t be long.”

“Okay, I’m going to lie down until it’s ready.” Mum follows me into my room and stands in the doorway.

“I had a message from the school today, saying you hadn’t registered… like to explain?”

Great.

“I was late. I overslept.”

“Are you telling me the truth? I woke you up…”

“Yes, I know...” I cut her off, “I went back to sleep. I can’t even remember you doing that.”

“Shelby? These are important months; you can’t afford to miss…”

“Don’t you think I know that?” I snap back, “I’m just so tired, that’s all. I’ll get an early night, and I’ll be fine, honestly. Please get off my back.”

“Are you seeing that lad again?” Mum asks suspiciously, her eyes narrowing.

“No.” I bite. “When would I see him? You’ve got me on lockdown, and I’m at school for the rest of the time. Jesus give me a break…”

I flop onto my bed to hide my face; the guilt is more than likely written all over my face. I probably have a sign on my brow written in red letters saying… ‘Shelby is lying.’

“Alright. I’m doing it for your own sake Shelby.”

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