I Didn't Know It Was You

(Anne Marie POV) 

I finally made it home from the bowling alley, it was quite a night. Especially, when I was bowling for the final round Mr. Fitzwilliam helped me, it’s hard to put my head around it. He’s supposed to be my enemy, he still is. I don’t like the guy at all but there’s been times when he helped me through tough times.

Having anxiety is the worst. Your whole body is panicking. I’m so happy that he was there to see it. I hope it doesn’t continue because it’s very embarrassing. It’s nice when he told me, everything is going to be okay. No one has said those words to me, never. Not even my parents, they didn’t know about the anxiety I’ve been having for a few years.

It’s funny that my teacher could see through to me the whole damn time. Just why? Why didn’t Peter Wickham help me when he saw me struggling on the sidelines breathing in and out repeatedly? It’s weird to me.

I diminished the thought and logged into Meetmybookmatch.com to talk to Literature_guy1776.

*Messages*

Loverofliterature1234: Hey literatureguy :) How has your night been?

Literature_guy1776: Hey :) it’s going exceptionally well since I’m talking to you, how about you? How’s college life treating you, I’m sorry that I didn’t reply sooner because my sister was bugging me. You know siblings? Do you have any?

Loverofliterature1234: I only have a brother some days he can be a stinker. You shouldn’t be sorry life gets in the way we shouldn’t make the internet be our whole focus. Oh, um college is going very well, you know lots of studying.

Literature_guy1776: I totally agree with you :) it’s good to have a real connection with someone. It would be nice to meet one another when the time is right, I love being able to physical see the woman that I might start to fall in love with. Do you agree miss?

I’m blushing messaging this mysterious man, imagine if I met him it would be a dream. I don’t deserve to fall in love, but I wish I could.

Loverofliterature1234: I do agree sir :) We should only meet if we feel a connection, what do you say?

Literature_guy1776: Yes, I do accept miss :) I’m excited to meet you one day, and we’ll see where this goes between us.

I’m smiling so brightly, it’s a nice feeling to talk to someone that makes you so wholesome.

Loverofliterature1234: You make me feel like I belong sir :) I better get going to bed I hope you sleep wonderfully talk to you tomorrow after my classes in university :)

Literature_guy1776: I love talking to you miss :) having amazing dreams sleep tight.

Literature_guy1776 signed off.

I’m in the process of shutting down my laptop that’s when I get distracted from the last response this mysterious man responded with. My heart is bursting with feeling, if this is what it feels like falling in love, I want to fall in love with him. But that’s impossible, I have Peter Wickham to impress.

I slid beneath the covers the warmth wrapping around like a hug I’m getting lost in the world of my daydreams.

Tomorrow is going to be a new day.

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(The Next Day)

I suddenly woke up hearing my alarm clock in my dream, which happens more often than it should. It’s 6:30am time to get prepped for school, don’t want to be running late.

Last night was the most amazing night ever! It felt so nice to go somewhere for once normally I would be curled inside of my bedroom drinking a delicious cup of coffee while digging deep into my textbooks. Also, I am currently reading The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss.

I’m so obsessed with my current read I can’t even put it down! That means something, I just want to read for hours on end and don’t ever want it to stop. But I must get ready for school, I don’t want to run late or else I’ll be doomed. I walk towards my bathroom, to take a shower to conquer this day.

When I’m dressed I rush downstairs to eat breakfast with Robbie before school. I notice Robbie sitting in the island with a bowl of fruity pebbles (my personal favorite). I make myself a bowl and sit with him, he looks at me with a snotty smile.

“Wow Anne Marie you’re finally awake you normally sleep in by noon. I’m surprised you’re up. Oh, that’s right you don’t want any detention.” He laughs into his cereal; little brothers are a pain.

“Robbie laugh it up I’m not getting any more detention. Just you wait and see.” I remarked. Robbie is shaking his head knowing that he’s right, his hair is a darker brown than mine, he has blue eyes.

“If that’s what you think Anne I won’t stop you. Think what you want.” He finishes the rest of his cereal; he begins heading off to school. “See you later Anne.” He laughs mischievously.

Brothers, I’m reminiscing about what he just noted that I was going to have detention. I’ve only had it once, it won’t be happening anymore you’ll see. I finish my cereal; I begin heading off to school thinking another school day down.

I start on my walk I pop in my earbuds listening to my cozy fantasy playlist on Spotify, that’s when I open my book and begin reading while walking to school. I’m so obsessed that I need to read it every chance that I have.

I’m almost to my destination when I see my high school coming into view. I’m still reading lost in the world of Kvothe’s story from him being in university, it’s so good highly recommend!

I’m finally on the campus of North Ridge High School. I tuck my book away into my book bag, I walk through the crowded hallway, trying to make my way to my locker. I hate this feeling of being claustrophobic. I love when the hallways is quiet, with no class peers mocking you or giving you a rude stare.

That’s the main reason why I don’t have any friends besides Katherine, of course. I don’t want to be the talk of the school people mocking me behind my back. I finally arrived at my locker, and I opened it up, and I heard my name from my best friend.

“Annie, are you ready for Mr. Fitzwilliam’s class? I hope he isn’t in a grumpy mood this morning. Whenever he is you get in detention for no reason. Which I find stupid.” She remarks.

“I know Katherine. But I think he’s nicer now I hope since he’s been soothing my panic attacks, but who knows we’re talking about Mr. Fitzwilliam, the grumpiest teacher on campus.” I note. Katherine bobs her deep brown head, “Let’s get going to class or we’ll both be dead meat.” She states.

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It’s so strange that I’m in my first period early for once normally I’m running to be in my seat before 8am hits. Guess what? It’s before 8am it’s about 7:50am and when Mr. Fitzwilliam sees me here so early he’s eyes are going to bulge out of his head.

I found my seat next to Kathrine; I have ten minutes to spare so I opened my current read and continued where I left off with Kvothe’s journey. This book is so good, I know I keep on rambling about it, but when you read it you’ll see the reason.

The bell rings indicating for the start of class to begin and I’m still reading up a storm. Should I feel bad that I am? Do you think that Mr. Fitzwilliam will notice? I’m too lost to even notice.

(Cedric Fitzwilliam POV)

I enter my classroom I’m scanning my students to see if their doing what they are supposed to do for the morning task. That’s when I aim my eyes on her, Anne Marie Lane. What the heck is she doing? That’s when I notice she’s reading her own material; she’s finally early for once but reading? During my class that’s always a no from me.

I walk towards Anne Marie, and when I do she looks up from me with those blue eyes that look so sad. There’s something hiding in them that I can’t comprehend.

“Ms. Lane, what are you exactly reading?” I insisted, she looks at me from the book with a happy smile.

“Oh Mr. Fitzwilliam, I’m reading this fantastic book called The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss. You would know that if you were caught up in your reading.” Burn, did she just roast me? Seriously?

She continues to read, my mind is going insane from her, “Ms. Lane, may you please put the book down.” I hissed softly. She looks up at me, her smile is contagious. This isn’t the time nor the place, she’s grinding my gears.

“If you don’t listen to me Ms. Lane you’re going to have detention with me after school from this nonsense, it’s unacceptable behavior.” She doesn’t look up, she’s such a pain in my behind, making the class fall behind from her nonsense.

I don’t want to tolerate this anymore, so I take the book from her hands, “Detention with me after school Ms. Lane. Your behavior is outrageous! You’re making us fall behind!” I growled.

The Wise Man’s Fear is in my hands I put it on my desk she can have it after school. That’s what she gets for making us fall behind on my lesson plan, ridiculous.

I walk to the front of the class, “Sorry class for such a late start to the lesson plan today. Our very own Ms. Lane is the reason for that.” Everyone laughs at her, I don’t think it’s funny at all, but she should be focused on the assignment and learning. Not in her own fantasy world. I notice she’s lowering her head to the desk, from the attention. Oh Anne Marie.

“We’ve already finished reading Pride and Prejudice most of you did fairly good on the test portion, but someone failed on it.” I aim my eyes on Peter Wickham shaking my head with disappointment. I notice he isn’t paying attention just laughing with his friends, oh god please help me.

“The next book that I want to start reading is one of my personal favorites The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. This book involves themes ranging from mental health, childhood innocence, death, loneliness, and the struggles of adolescence. One of my favorite books ever. I hope you feel the same.”I’m walking up and down the lines of the students desks, seeing my students learn something new. I love inspiring them, English literature is so nice to get lost into when you fall you can’t ever get up you’re still falling, hard.

“I would love for someone to raise their hand for the prediction, or if you’ve already read the book that’s fine with me. If you did you can revisit this classic masterpiece.”

I’m hoping for anyone to raise their hand, that’s when I see Anne Marie raise her hand in the air. My breath is caught in my chest, I didn’t anticipate it, she constantly surprises me.

“Yes, Ms. Lane what’s the summary of The Catcher in the Rye?” I mumble to her. She looks into my eyes, that’s when I’m lost looking into her very own blue eyes I’m finally seeing them for the first time. They are so beautiful, the way they look so pretty without her doing anything. No, I don’t think she’s pretty, for Christ sakes, her eyes are one thing completely. I’m lost.

She begins to summarize the book for us, “The Catcher in the Rye is a coming-of-age story that follows our main protagonist Holden Caulfield. He gets expelled from his boarding school; he wants to protect children from the harsh reality of the adult world. It’s so good.” She’s already read it? When she was talking I was lost in her gaze, she has beautiful eyes. What the heck is going on with me? Just focus Fitzwilliam!

“Thank you Anne Marie for that wonderful description. Sounds like you already read it, please don’t spoil it to the class. I’m going to pass the books around, and we’ll read the first chapter together. Then afterwards I want it to be quiet like a library in here all I want to hear is the sound of paper moving and our pens. Sounds good?” The class nods.

“Nice. I’ll pass out the reading material and we’ll get started.” I mumbled to the room.

I get the stack of The Catcher in the Rye books and begin passing them out to my students, walking down the rows. When I make it to Anne Marie’s desk she smiles at me with a small smile. “Here you go Ms. Lane, pay attention. I know how you get distracted by literature.” I hissed with a dark smile.

“I will pay attention Mr. Fitzwilliam.” She said softly.

I walk to my desk to finally sit down for the day when I open the very first page to read out loud to my fellow students. I love this book immensely.

“Chapter One: If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born an what my lousy childhood was like and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap….”

I finally finishing reading the first chapter, “Class that was the first chapter to our book for this semester. I want two more chapters finished before the bell rings, your homework assignment is to learn what you’ve read about in these three chapters so far. Get to reading!”

The classroom is silent like a library, all I hear is the sound of pens on paper, the pages getting flipped. Finally, I can grade my papers for the day, so I don’t need to worry about it when I get off work. Which means, home, reading, video games, in that specific order. I’m lost in my own little world when I hear the bell reverberating throughout the room. Finally, this class is over for the day I don’t have to worry about Anne Marie only expect for detention, she’s such a pain. I dislike her so much.

Everyone leaves the classroom besides her.

(Anne Marie POV)

I’m the last one to leave Mr. Fitzwilliam’s classroom when the bell rang everyone sprinted off so quickly. That’s how awful he is, I can’t believe that he took my book without my permission, what am I supposed to do now during lunch? Talk to someone?

I was going to get more pages in Kvothe’s journey that’s unlikely impossible since my worst nightmare is keeping my book hostage. I got detention because of it; it makes no sense! He’s out to get me, for the most stupid reason ever! I despise you Mr. Fitzwilliam.

I know you’ve been helping me with my panic attacks but you’re still that same guy that holds me accountable for my actions.

I gather all my supplies into my backpack I walk to his desk to give him a piece of my mind. He’s grading papers, his black curly hair looking very messy like always, and his chocolate brown eyes hidden behind a pair of spectacles. He looks up at me with an angry gaze, “What brings you by Anne Marie?” He grumbled, looking down at his work. His flannel’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, is it odd to find it quite attractive?

“What do you think Mr. Fitzwilliam? I’m asking for my book which is rightfully mine, you have no right!” He looks up looking in a distasteful mood.

“Yes, I do Ms. Lane. You wanted to read in class you have to suffer the consequences you’ll see it after your detention. You can survive one full day without it.” He goes back to his work. This insufferable man!

“You’re the worst you know that? The goddamn worst!” I storm out of his classroom and my backpack banging hard against the door, I don’t care about him. Or his damn door, my goodness gracious Robbie is right! I’m having detention with my worst nightmare, again!

Robbie 1 point Anne Marie 0 point

I’m storming through the hallway having a mental breakdown my next class is in a few minutes; I just need to take a breather before then. I open the door to the library, my home. The place where I can be myself and literally sink beneath the pages.

When I enter through the door I see Mrs. Whittle, the librarian behind the services desk. When she sees me she’s surprised, “Anne Marie I’m flabbergasted to see you here so early.” She looks down at her watch, “It’s only 10am, what happened? Mr. Fitzwilliam again?” I sit down breathing in and out, nodding my head with no voice.

“It’s okay sweetie. You’re going to be okay, just take a deep breath for me.” Mrs. Whittle comforts me, before Mr. Fitzwilliam started helping me through my attacks, the librarian was always there for me. She’s an older lady in her late sixties she’s married to the principal, she has gray hair, and a genuine smile. She reminds me of my grandmother, the same woman that I was so attached to before she passed away. She was my world, and when I heard the news it broke me down. I would talk to her about everything, I wish you were still here granny.

I begin focusing on making myself calm from my blood still boiling from, him. Everything is going to be okay, I breath in and out repeatedly.

“Thanks Mrs. Whittle this means a lot. I just needed to get away for a little bit, it’s just Mr. Fitzwilliam business he’s the absolute worst!” She looks at me with a grandmotherly love.

“I understand Anne Marie, he’s a troubled person. I’ve heard he’s the most disliked teacher on campus, don’t let him get to you. You can come and talk to me whenever you need. You better get to class. I’ll write you a late slip, so your next teacher doesn’t ask questions.” Mrs. Whittle writes me a late slip for Mr. Bingley’s class, she gives it to me and when she does she gives me a hug.

“Go show them Anne Marie.” She gives me the late slip, that’s when I leave the library, time for second period government with Bingley.

I’m in the quiet hallway it’s strange to have it this quiet. It’s a rare occasion; it only happens when everyone is in class. I finally made it to Mr. Bingley’s Government class.

I open the door and when I do everyone is looking at me, what’s the point? I see Mr. Bingley in the front of the class talking to my peers about the assignment I give him my slip, and when I do he looks at it slightly and nods his head, he’s a nice teacher who goes with a flow type of character. I wish Mr. Fitzwilliam were like that, but unfortunately not.

“Thanks Anne Marie for the slip, find a seat we are learning about the three branches of government.” I find my seat next to Katherine when she looks at me she slightly whispers, “Annie. Where were you? You had me worried I heard you scream at Mr. Fitzwilliam you were angry. Everyone heard it, I worry about you.”

“I had to see Mrs. Whittle. She soothed my feelings; I still despise Mr. Fitzwilliam with a fiery passion.” I state in a mumble below a whisper.

“I understand completely. He’s a jerk, don’t worry about him. Just focus on Peter Wickham.” Her whole face is smiling for me; I don’t blame her he’s hot. Ignore Mr. Fitzwilliam.

That’s what I try to do for the rest of the day to ignore him, but what’s going to happen in detention with my worst nightmare?

“Class today we are going to be talking about the three branches of government, I’ll call on three different students. When I call your name, I expect an answer right away.” Mr. Bingley remarks. His red hair is flowing from the breeze from the open window.

“Anne Marie.”

“Legislative.”

“Very good, Anne Marie.”

“Katherine.”

“Judicial.”

“Excellent, Katherine.”

“Peter what about you? When Mr. Bingley says Peter’s name he looks utterly clueless, he’s sitting in the last row talking to his friends.

“I have no idea.”

How can he not know a simple question? It a straightforward answer to me, I thought Mr. Fitzwilliam wasn’t smart, but Peter doesn’t know that simple answer, really?

“That’s totally fine Peter. We all learn differently, Sandy what’s the answer?”

“Executive, Mr. Bingley.” Sandy states with a wide smile.

“Correct Sandy. I’m going to play this government video; I expect professionally written notes in your notebooks this is beneficial for the upcoming test.” I open my binder to retrieve paper to take notes on. When I open my binder to get some paper I hear someone whispering into my ear, I turn around to learn that it’s Peter.

“Psst Anne Marie may I borrow some paper? I didn’t bring any to class.” I give him three sheets, “Oh and also a pen I forgot about that too.” Seriously? Who doesn’t bring materials to class?

I give him a pen, not my favorite one because I highly doubt he’s going to give it back, I hate issuing my materials to my ungrateful peers.

“Here you go Peter.” When I give it to him I look into his eyes we are so close to one another that I can smell his cologne that he’s using. It smells so nice, like him. I’m trying to get lost in his eyes, but I can’t I don’t feel a pull like a magnetic getting stuck to the refrigerator. There’s no spark, but why do I feel like I should pursue this between us?

I turn back to my seat to begin taking notes, beneficial notes for that matter. When the government video is finished I’ve already filled my three sheets of paper with writing ranging from how a bill gets passed in government to the laws of the legislative system. I look around my peers notes, I just see a blank sheet with nothing on it. How do you pass? If you’re not being alert?

Before the bell rings Mr. Bingley makes an announcement to us, “I hope your notes that you took are in depth of what you just learned. The homework assignment for tonight is to create a study guide, tomorrow in class we’ll spend all day studying.” The bell rings. “Class dismissed!”

Katherine and I are the last to leave Mr. Bingley’s class, we make our way to Mr. Collins class (my cousin) if I didn’t already tell you about him his favorite food is potatoes, he loves them. We’re in the main hallway which consists of Mr. Collins, the library, Ms. Smith, and finally my enemy Mr. Fitzwilliam.

When I think of him I see him in the hallway lurking outside of his classroom waiting around for his third period class, when I pass by him I look at his face and when he stares into mine he holds the stare for a minute, then diminishes it. I hate whenever he looks at me, it’s creepy.

Finally, I’m out of his line of sight. I make my way to room number 23 Mr. Collins is outside of his door noting to the students, “Hello students, take your seats. Read the board for your assignment.” He sputtered in his quirky laugh. Oh, cousin you’re quite a character.

I find the only seat vacant, that’s when I learn Peter Wickham is sitting next to the empty seat, finally I’m able to get closer to him. His friends are on the other side of the room; he’s constantly with them. Laughing at stupid jokes, but I’m glad to learn that he’s all alone for once.

I sit in the empty seat, when I do Peter stares at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, hey Anne Marie I’m glad that we are partners for once. Sorry about the other night at the bowling alley I didn’t mean to ignore you. I did help with your bowling that’s something right?” I nod my head awkwardly, what should I even say? You’re fine for ignoring me the whole time, and spending time with Georgina Fitzwilliam the sister of my least favorite teacher.

Heck no! When he invited me I wanted to feel wanted, to be seen. I want my soulmate that I can confide in, but I don’t deserve true love only the popular do I guess.

“I don’t think so Peter. You invited me there you were talking to Georgina, next time when you invite me please care about it. I thought you liked me.” I said in a mumble.

Peter looks at me with a confused look, his smile fading away into rudeness. “Anne Marie when I invited you I expected you to be by my side. You weren’t there that’s your loss. You thought that I liked you? I would never like a nobody.”

“You think that’s my loss? I saw you laughing with Georgina talking to her constantly you could have been doing that with me. Just forget about this whole thing between us, it’s over. Get your dream girl, it’s not me unfortunately.” I bitterly hiss. Finally, I hurled everything off my chest. He hurt me, I thought he cared.

That’s when I storm out of Mr. Collins classroom and when I do he alerts me. “Anne Marie don’t leave! The class hasn’t even begun yet!” He yells softly. I ignore him, I need to go think about this whole thing.

I’m so heartbroken feeling all these emotions for once I want Mr. Fitzwilliam to comfort me but that’s unlikely. I’m sitting in the hallway near the office, I begin crying it out, why does this have to happen? I hate feeling sadness particularly from a somewhat crush.

I’m rolled into a ball tears are spilling down my cheek, my heart is shattered into a million pieces. That’s when I hear footsteps walking down the main hallway I see him. Mr. Fitzwilliam eyes meet mine he’s looking at me with a concerning look.

“Anne Marie? What’s wrong did someone hurt you?” I don’t do anything I’m so hurt; I’m just a ball of emotions.

He walks towards me crouching down being eye level to me I’m seeing his brown chocolate eyes looking into my soul. “Mr. Fitzwilliam don’t worry about it. It’s just Peter he really hurt me not physically but verbally. I thought he cared for me, but I was mistaken, he’s taken by your sister. At the bowling alley that night, I didn’t know that he would hurt me. I trusted him with everything, especially my soul.” When I say Peter’s name, Mr. Fitzwilliam’s eyes light up.

“Peter did this to you? That punk-” He’s about to leave to start something, that won’t be happening under my watch. I prevent him from leaving, “Mr. Fitzwilliam, please no. Don’t start something I don’t want you to get into any trouble. I umm… it’s hard to say this.. but I um… care for you..” What the hell did I just say?

That’s when Mr. Fitzwilliam’s eyes bore into mine, “You care about me? You can’t Anne Marie that’s unlikely we can’t stand one another, and you’re my student that’s so unprofessional.” What’s he saying? He cares about me, if someone didn’t care for me would they try to help me through my tough times? I highly doubt it.

“I understand that Mr. Fitzwilliam. But I know you care about me, whenever you help me out even though you are trying to be this tough teacher. Admit it.” That’s when I see his genuine smile flash before my eyes, it’s nice. Then it’s hidden.

“Maybe I do care. Don’t mention this to anyone, this is just between us. Just breath, and everything is going to be okay Anne Marie.” Mr. Fitzwilliam stands up almost about to leave our interaction, but then he returns. “See you at detention, and please don’t be late.” He walks away leaving me in my confused state of mind, what just happened?

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(Detention Scene)

My classes are all finished for today, finally. The final place is detention then I’m free from North Ridge High School it’s going to be so nice to be able to message Literature_guy1776 when I get home. Take a nice hot relaxing both, get some pages in, and text this mysterious man. Oh, I wonder whom he is what does he look like? I’ll find out very soon, I hope.

I’m putting my things in my locker when someone pokes me and I turn around to see who it is, it’s none other than Katherine. “I’m sorry about what happened in Math earlier today. You ran away, I wanted to know where you were. I couldn’t find you. Peter is an asshole Anne Marie you deserve better. Screw him. I’ll try to find you someone.” She states softly, I’m still teary eyed from the whole thing. “I just needed to be alone Katie; I’m heading to detention I’ll text you when I get home.” I give her a hug. It feels nice to have a friend that truly cares, someone to rely on whenever you feel down.

“Annie, after that detention get some good rest you need it. I’m going to punch Peter for you willingly I’m not going to let someone treat my friend that low.” She disembarks, leaves the school campus, while I on the other hand is stuck here like, always.

I walk towards Mr. Fitzwilliam’s classroom for detention I open the door and find a seat far back away from him. I need my space, I don’t want to talk to anyone, I’m an emotional wreck I can cry for hours on end.

I’m sitting in the seat feeling sorry for myself the entire day during detention. That’s when I hear someone clearing their throat, “Anne Marie you may go home now.” I look towards his eyes. Seeing sadness in his brown chocolate eyes for once, “I know Mr. Fitzwilliam. Have you ever been heartbroken? Is this what it feels like for someone to lie to your face? It’s an awful feeling.” I put my hands into my face crying it all out, the tears falling onto my desk. I see the teardrops, they look warm.

“Yes, Anne Marie I have. She cheated on me with my best friend I trusted her, I gave her my whole heart, and she shattered it into a million pieces. I’ve never been the same since then. Some days I might come off as a mean grumpy man that’s why because she made me that way. It’s hard it really is, and it makes you scared to love again. That’s what I fear, you’re okay Anne Marie.” Mr. Fitzwilliam just poured his whole heart in front of me, what makes me so special?

“I’m so sorry to hear that Mr. Fitzwilliam you don’t deserve to get cheated on. You deserve your special someone, I want you to be happy. Please, for me find your own Mrs. Fitzwilliam.” I cry into my sleeve, he reassures me, “Anne cry it out your welcome too.”

That’s when I cry out everything that I have hidden inside my heart, all my emotions keep bursting out. I’m grateful that I was able to confide in Mr. Fitzwilliam, my enemy. It’s odd how the world works though, I finally let it all out.

“Your detention is finally finished Anne Marie. Oh, I almost forget this is yours-” He walks back to his desk to retrieve my copy of The Wise Man’s Fear he puts it into my hands that’s when I brush my fingers with his. I feel a spark of electricity, I see a twinkle in Mr. Fitzwilliam’s eyes, I hope he feels it too. I’ve never felt that spark, ever.

“Your book that I took hostage from you. You were so angry earlier today, I quite enjoyed seeing you angry about of your passions.” He’s smiling at me, ugh damn! I wish I could see this more often!

“Well, you should make me angrier more often.” I’m teasing with a bright smile. Did I just flirt? I didn’t even realize those words left my mouth I was just having fun with him.

“Should I? Then I’m going to find so many angry ways to get you into detention Anne Marie.” He winks, what the heck! Mr. Fitzwilliam winked at me the student that he loathes with a fiery passion what exactly is happening here?

“Well, I better be heading home. See you tomorrow.” I leave his classroom feeling so much better, I cried my whole heart on that man. Tomorrow is going to be a much better day. This day sucks terribly.

(Cedric Fitzwilliam POV)

When I saw Anne Marie sitting on the main hallway floor this morning curled into a ball crying her heart out, I was shattered. I wanted to punch whomever did this to her. I learned that it was Peter, I still want to punch him so badly. He deserves it, he has no right to touch her ever again.

It really hurt when she was crying her heart and soul out. When I gave her book back to her I felt this spark of electricity through my chest, I’ve never felt that way about any woman, never. I didn’t even feel that way with Marianne Summers, but when I learned about the cheating it still made me so mad, my blood boiling. I might pay Peter Wickham a visit tomorrow for that act he just caused he has no right. You’re an asshole man; I don’t treat Anne Marie that low. I’m grumpy for a reason.

I crack my knuckles, it’s going to feel nice to give him a good shiner in his face, how is my sister “dating” this jerk. This day sucks terribly. Tomorrow is going to be better, I hope.