When Summer Ends (34 page)

I noticed that Olly shot a couple of guys little glares as
they went past, his hand touching my back possessively when Spencer slowed down
to talk to us – well, more like flirt with Amy, but that didn’t stop Olly from
taking my hand, purposefully putting himself in-between our bodies. I groaned
quietly. I didn’t want to be mean or anything, but if he was going to continue with
the jealousy thing then I would end it. I understood that he’d been hurt
before, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least try to trust me. I refused to
put up with him being possessive all the time.

I frowned but didn’t say anything in front of Amy and Spencer;
I’d talk to Olly about it again when we were on our own. “I’ll see you later,”
I mumbled at the end of class as he walked me to the girls locker rooms so I
could shower and change.

“Yeah, not until the end of the day though, I have swim
practice at lunchtime.” He frowned.

I snorted. “Yeah and I have detention,” I grumbled.

He smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry about that. Are you
angry with me?” he asked, giving me the puppy dog face that he seemed so damn
good at.

I shook my head in response. I was a little angry at him for
kissing me, but most of my anger was directed firmly at Will. “No, it’s fine. Just
don’t do that again okay? I don’t really like PDA’s or anything.” I cringed and
blushed again just at the thought of it.

He nodded and looked a little sad. “Well I’ll see you at the
end of the day. Hope detention goes okay.”

“Yeah, hope your swim thing goes well too,” I replied, then
as an afterthought chanted, “Go team!” trying to be supportive and enthusiastic.
He laughed and gave me a little push towards the locker rooms so I could
change.

For the rest of the morning all I could think about was how
Amy thought Will was jealous of Olly. Was he jealous? I’d once considered the
same thing, but I knew that he’d moved on. He was the one that told me it was
over, if he still had feelings for me then he wouldn’t have done that. What
possible reason could he have for breaking it off with me? Unless he was scared
or something; maybe he was scared of getting into trouble if it continued. I
could understand that of course, but did he have to do it in such a horrible
way? To tell me that it was lucky it happened now, before we developed feelings
for each other? That implied that he didn’t have any feelings for me in the
first place. So why would he be jealous?

“Oh for goodness sake,” I muttered.
Why can’t I stop
thinking about him?

“Chloe, you have something you want to share with the
class?” Mrs Flats asked.

Oh crud, had I said that aloud? I shook my head quickly and
looked at her apologetically. “No, sorry.” I winced, hoping I didn’t get into
more trouble; I didn’t need any more detentions on top of the ones from Will. The
only good thing I could see to come out of the detentions was that I wouldn’t
see Olly for lunch for the next two weeks, that would give me time to stop
feeling guilty about the ‘almost kiss’ with Will, and then we could put some
space between us so he wouldn’t be getting all possessive all the time.

“Get on with it then please!” Mrs Flats snapped, nodding at
my textbook that was unopened on my desk.
Wow, how long had I been thinking
about Will for?
I sighed and pulled open my book, trying my hardest to
concentrate.

The morning passed slowly because all I could think about
was Will and what he was going to say to me in detention. Maybe he wouldn’t say
anything to me; maybe he’d ignore me completely. I kind of hoped he did in a way;
it would be easier than having a blazing argument with him or something.

I trudged behind Amy to the canteen, buying a sandwich and
ignoring her sympathetic smiles. “Have fun,” she joked, squeezing my shoulder
in a supportive gesture.

“Thanks, I’m sure it’ll be a laugh a minute,” I mumbled.

I took a deep breath and headed to his classroom, feeling my
heart sink with every step I took. When I got there he wasn’t there yet so I
let myself in, taking a seat near the window. Hopefully there would be other
people that got detentions with him today so that it wouldn’t be as awkward. I
started munching on my sandwich absentmindedly.

He trudged in about five minutes later and smiled a little
sadly at me. “Hi,” he greeted sheepishly.

“Hi,” I muttered, pulling out my English assignment so I
could make a start on it.

I grabbed my iPod, but just as I was about to turn it on I
saw him pull the chair out from the desk in front of mine and sit on it
backwards so he was facing me. “Look, I’m sorry I keep being a jerk to you all
the time, but you really need to stop talking to me like I’m more than a
teacher to you. You can’t answer me back and challenge my decisions in front of
everyone. I know I went a little overboard with the weeklong detentions, but
you wouldn’t talk back to another teacher would you?” he asked, cocking his
head to the side and looking adorable.

I shrugged.
I guess he’s right I would never challenge
another teacher like that, but he just makes me so mad all the time.
“I
guess not, sorry.”

“I get that I make you angry. I know that most of the time
I’m behaving like a jerk to you, but I don’t realise until after when I have
time to think about it. I’m really sorry. I took this too far; you don’t have
to stay for the week. Just do today and we’ll call it quits okay?” he offered,
smiling. I couldn’t help but smile in return. His smile was beautiful. Why did
he have to be so good-looking, sweet and charming? I secretly wished he’d just
stick to being the jerk so I could hate him easier.

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

He nodded. “Really,” he confirmed. “And I’m sorry I’m an
ass.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and tried desperately not to
smile when he smirked at me, but I just couldn’t help myself. “You
are
an ass,” I agreed. I felt a blush creeping onto my face, which seemed to make his
smirk grow more pronounced.

“Yeah, but I’m an ass that apologises with Malteasers.” He
dropped a bag of Malteasers onto the desk, smiling wickedly.

I grinned. Those were my favourites, he knew that. “Well
then you’re forgiven,” I chirped, grabbing the bag eagerly.

He chuckled. “So easily bought. A bag of those and you’re
putty in my hands,” he teased, winking at me.

I laughed and ripped them open. His hand shot out grabbing
one quickly. “Hey!” I protested, pretending to look annoyed as I slapped the
back of his hand lightly. He just laughed and threw it up in the air trying to
catch it in his mouth, but it missed and fell back onto the desk making me
giggle. “Fail!” I chirped, laughing.

“Damn, let me try again.” He grabbed another one from the
bag and tried again, but it hit his cheek and fell to the floor. “Damn it, one
more.” He laughed getting another one from my bag. This one didn’t even get
near his mouth and I giggled hysterically at him.

“Lucky you’re not a gym teacher because your throw sucks,” I
teased.

“Well you do better then, little miss cocky.” He looked at
me challengingly, crossing his arms over his chest. I grinned and grabbed one
from the bag trying to throw it into my mouth, but it hit my teeth and bounced
across the desk making him laugh. He picked it up and tried again to catch it,
but it was apparent that both of us sucked at the game. “Ten points for the
first to do it. I’ll go buy more.” He grinned and practically ran out of the
room to go to the vending machine.

I laughed when he came back with three more bags, dropping
them onto my desk, grinning wildly. When he was playing around like this it
reminded me so much of the time we’d spent together that it made my heart race.
This one was
my
Will, the Will that made me smile, and blush, and giggle.

By the time the bell rang, the floor was littered with
little chocolate balls, and my sides hurt from so much laughing. It looked like
giant bunnies had snuck in and made a mess everywhere. When the bell sounded
Will frowned. “I didn’t realise we were doing that for so long, I needed to
grade some test papers for next class.” He winced a little, looking back at his
desk that was stacked with his work.

I smiled. “Well maybe you should have done it at the weekend
instead of leaving it until lunchtime,” I teased.

He shrugged. “Should have done, but I had other things on my
mind.” He smiled and pulled out another bag of Malteasers, handing them to me.
“Here. I knew we wouldn’t actually get to eat any so I bought you some to take
away.”

I smiled.
So freaking sweet!
“Thanks.” I blushed
again.
Wow, Chloe, stop blushing!
“Want me to help you clean these up?”
I asked, looking around that the four packets of deliciousness that was
scattered all over his floor. Out of the four packets we had played with, he
had managed to catch about five, and I managed to get one - but even my one was
only because he threw it into my mouth from close range to make me feel better.

“Nah, I got it. How about a rematch tomorrow?” he offered;
his eyes were twinkling with amusement. My stomach started to flutter.

“I thought you were letting me off of the detentions,” I replied.
I was actually kind of hoping he would change his mind and force me to spend
the week with him because this was so fun spending time with him; it was nice just
to pretend like we were at his place fooling around, instead of a classroom.

“I did let you off for the week. But because of the mess you
made of my classroom I kind of feel like you need to be punished for it,” he
joked, kicking the little balls over to one side of the room trying to get them
into a pile.

I laughed and shoved my unopened books back into my bag. I
hadn’t done one single scrap of work this lunchtime, and I couldn’t be happier
because of it. “Punished, really? Most of these were your failed attempts!” I
countered, smirking at him.

“Yeah but let’s not forget who won overall. Your catching
skills suck more than mine, Miss Henderson.” He flicked my nose lightly making
me giggle and blush like crazy.
I love it when he does that to me.

“Okay, well then I guess I’ll see you at the same time
tomorrow.” I shrugged and fought to keep the happy smile off of my face at the
thought of spending another hour with him. I just prayed he was like this,
instead of the jerk Will that I hated.

“Yep, and I’ll see you in class in a bit.” He turned and
headed to his little store room, coming back with a broom so he could sweep up.
I watched him for a few seconds; he looked so hot doing that for some reason.
His T-shirt rode up slightly at the back, exposing a little skin as he bent
over. I couldn’t take my eyes off of that sliver of skin.
Wow, I’m seriously
deranged if I’m getting hot for him while he’s sweeping up. You really have
lost the plot, Chloe!

I swung my bag over my shoulder and headed towards the door.
“See you class then,” I said as I bit my lip. He nodded, smiling. I hesitated
at the door. I didn’t want to leave the room and go back to normality again. It
seemed like every time I went away from him and saw him again, he changed. I
didn’t want that to happen again today.

I forced myself to walk out and headed straight for my
Spanish class. Amy was waiting outside the door for me with Olly, he was
looking at me apologetically, his hair still damp from his swim practice. He
smiled as I got up to them. “So, how was it?” he asked, brushing his hand over
my cheek lightly.

I shrugged and felt the blush creep up onto my face at the
thought of what it was like. ‘The most fun I’d had in ages’ was what I wanted
to say, but I couldn’t exactly say that to him. “Okay, it was detention so…” I
trailed off not really wanting to lie too much to him.

He smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me
closer to him. “I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you after school? Maybe take you
out somewhere? I have swim practice until four, but I could come to yours
after, or you could wait for me here until I’m done. You could watch if you
want,” he suggested, looking at me hopefully.

Watch him swim? Hmm, not quite what I’d call fun, but I
guess that’s what a girlfriend does!
“Sure, I’ll watch and then we’ll go
somewhere.” I shrugged. He grinned and bent his head to kiss me so I turned my
head to the side quickly, making him scowl at me. “Seriously? I’ve just done
detention for that!” I snapped.

He laughed and kissed my cheek before pulling away quickly. “Couldn’t
help myself, sorry. Okay I need to go, I’m late for class. See you in calculus,”
he called as he ran off down the hallway at full speed.

Amy was leaning against the wall, watching me. “Well? How
was it really?” she asked, raising one eyebrow. I knew I couldn’t lie to her so
I looped my arm through hers and dragged her into the class where we talked in
hushed whispers at the back of the class. By the time I was done with my little
lunchtime detention story she was practically vibrating with excitement.

“I told you!” she hissed, grinning like a mad woman.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, but that doesn’t prove anything
apart from he’s a fun guy. It doesn’t mean anything, Amy.”

“Does blindness run in your family?” she teased. When the
teacher walked past we both started the assignment we were supposed to be reading
through and translating.

After class we walked quickly to calculus knowing that the
seats would all be taken again.
Hmm, I wonder if Olly will save one for us
again like last time, hopefully it won’t be near the front because I’ll
probably blush if Will even looks in my direction.

When we headed in Olly was sitting in the middle with a
couple of his friends, two empty seats next to him. I headed over to sit next
to him. “This seat taken?” I asked, smiling.

“It is now.” He grinned and patted the chair for me to sit
down.