Chapter 24

Sadly, I was awoken from slumber by a slight shaking of my shoulders, I yawned and attempted to open my tired eyes. Once I did I was met with a dishevelled looking Mr. Styles- he had dark circles outlining his eyes looking like he hadn't slept at all. I tried to ignore the leap in my chest when looking at him but it was like trying to ignore an explosion.

"What time is it?" I asked trying to make it seem less-awkward.

"6, I thought I would wake you up so you could go home and get ready for school." He said smiling a little bit- I like his smile; it's like it could light up a room- oh my god what is happening to me.

"Oh thanks." I smiled back sweetly. I think this the first time we have had literally nothing to say to each other and that's honestly scary.

"There's breakfast in the kitchen." He stood up and led me into the kitchen silently. I looked at the food on the table- a couple of pieces of toast and a cup of coffee in the mug I always have it in.

"I may as well keep that mug I use it so much." I laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. It was a plain mug, black which says 'I hate mornings'- pretty accurate if I am honest. He chuckled slightly but it wasn't enough to relieve the tension. I ate some toast and finished off the coffee and the inevitable conversation seemed farther and farther away.

"Okay, this is ridiculous. We need to talk about last night." I rambled.

"Was it a mistake?" He asked and I won't deny the sinking feeling in my stomach, the kiss last night felt so freaking good but I know it's wrong- it's so far past wrong its illegal.

"Yes." No.

"I'm glad you agree." He said with a monotone voice and a blank expression.

"You're with Miss McKenzie and you seem to really like her." I rambled again.

"Yeah I do." He said once again with a hard, blank, cold expression.

"Exactly, I am not that type of person I don't want to come in between you and her."

"Yeah and anyways you're the student I am the teacher- it is illegal and there are no feelings there what so ever." That hurt like hell; he made me seem so insignificant.

"None." I replied. I don't think I have feelings for him but I can't deny the pit in my stomach that is forming with every word he says.

"Well I'm glad we got that cleared up, thank you ever so much for looking after me but I need to go home now. See you at school." I picked up my things and walked out of the apartment. I pressed my back against the door almost banging my head on the wood. I faintly heard a shout and crash coming from inside, as much as I wanted to go back in a see what was up but I can't.

Once I had got home I had a quick conversation with my mother to see if she was stable- she was and thankfully my father hadn't returned home. I stepped in the shower and let the hot water wash away last night- if only that were possible! I straightened my hair and put on my makeup. I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a white short- sleeved jumper and an army jacket, I slipped on my combat boots and then grabbed my school bag and all my essentials to get me through the day. Kissing my mother goodbye and making sure she was set for the day.

School felt foreign and weird. I felt sick walking through the hallways and knowing I have to sit in that classroom and pretend Mr. Styles doesn't have some (no matter how small) sort of effect on me. A has been quiet which worries the hell out of me- it's not relieving because its silent and I don't have to worry about it, no it's petrifying; I don't know what they are up to or what they are planning so yeah I am a little scared. Also, I haven't spoken to my friends all day either and they haven't bothered to say anything which is good; it means I don't have to lie or try and worm my way out of it.

Unfortunately I made my way to English, I sat in my seat looked at the top of the class where the curly haired man stood writing the bored, I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and tried to look anywhere but his back which was clad in a white t shirt, exposing his tanned skin and muscles- the same back which, a couple of hours ago, I had ran my hands down. The thing is, it wasn't just a kiss- it was multiple kisses, so much stress was relieved; it was like all the built up anger we had against each other (and some against my father) was released and just melted away into the kiss, the pressuring weight on our shoulders was lifted for a fraction of a second only to be replaced with an even heavier crushing boulder.

"Right so I have three quotes-Tyler, Leah and Skylar come up to the front and annotate." I shot my head up pulling it from the doodles in my notebook and looked up at the front and saw the quotes on the chalkboard- crap. I stood up and walked to the front taking the smooth white chalk and writing on the board. It is difficult to annotate when I know he is watching me like a freaking monkey at a zoo- like a lion to his prey. My stomach churned at the thought and made me feel physically sick, I tried to relax my muscles which were obviously tense but it was no use, with my free hand I pulled my jacket closer to my body in attempt to stop the chills but truthfully it was no use. I finished and made my way back to my seat. Once I had sat down my phone vibrated in my bag (why do I still bring my phone to school).

From Unknown:

Feel queasy yet?- A

That was it, that was the breaking point. I put my phone back in my bag, picked up all my belongings and ran out of the classroom. I vaguely heard Mr. Styles call my name but I didn't care- this was everything, all the alcohol the drama, A- all of it rose up and spilled out. I emptied everything into the cubical in front of me shutting the toilet door so no one could see me like this- sadly that didn't last long. I heard Aria come into the bathroom and start rubbing my back.

"Oh my god are you okay?" She asked. I shook my head 'no'. I let the bile out into the bowl, Aria holding my hair back in the process.

"That's why you didn't talk to us today, you're sick." Sure lets go with that. I heard the door open again and footsteps walk over to where we were.

"Aria go and notify the nurse I think Skylar needs to go home." I heard his  voice making my stomach flip even more. Aria left (I know because I heard her leave) and I was unfortunately left alone with Mr. Styles. I felt his warm large hand rubbing my back soothingly- almost making me feel better.

"Sshh it's okay." He cooed. Once I had stopped being sick, I stood up, flushed and pushed passed him towards the sink. I grabbed a paper towel to wipe my mouth and then another to clear up the rest of my face. I looked deathly pale and I dark rings of eyeliner and fatigue underneath my eyes. I reached it to my bag and took out some mints to take away the smell and the taste.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Do you care?" I retorted.

"Of course I do y-you're my student." He fought making me slightly angry- after everything we have been through I thought he may have cared about me a little more than just because he has to because I'm his 'student'.

"Yeah you told me that this morning." I whispered. He sighed and put his arm around me making my heart skip a beat.

"Let's take you to the nurse." He said in his husky voice. My mother picked me up even though I only had one period left and Mr. Styles tried to acted a little surprised when he saw the bruising on my mother's face but I don't think he was at all, my teary breakdown last night probably gave him a pretty clear idea of what may cover her face.

Now I am lying in bed, my mother knows why I was sick (she knows about the hangover and surprisingly she didn't yell and she wasn't disappointed) but she still wants me to rest. I was scrolling through twitter when a message popped up on my phone.

From Unknown:

Go to the post office and pick up parcel 3t6, give them the password cherry. Have fun- A

Quickly I put on my Ugg boots and walked to the post office- my mother was asleep and what she doesn't know won't kill her. Once I was at the post office I gave the details and was handed a shoebox- sized parcel.

"Excuse me." I asked the man behind the glass suddenly getting an idea.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Who sent this?" I asked. He looked at me strangely and then typed something into his computer.

"You don't know?"

"Just checking, please tell me." I said coming up the glass.

"A Skylar Marin sent the parcel." He responded.

"Thank you." I said running out of the post office. A is clever I'll give the evil bastard that, I'm kind of disheartened to that fact. I wanted to catch this sucker once and for all just to make it stop. I got home and silently closed the door making sure my mother wouldn't awaken and tip toed back to my room. I unwrapped the parcel and took off the brown lid. I gasped and pushed the box away from me; in the box was bones- possibly a hand. Next to it was a note.

What did I say in Verona? TIMES UP. Now it starts, poor Jack- I guess he didn't have a hand when he needed one- A

Oh my gosh. There Jack's bones? I put the lid back on the box and hid it underneath my bed staring at the note one last time before putting it inside the box. I had come to terms with what happened to Jack and I don't need pieces of him to remind me. I guess A was right...

Now it starts.

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