Chapter 9 (unedited)
Light snoring woke me from my sleep. I opened my eyes, only to squint them shut again.
Okay, so light is not your friend right now. I see how it is...
I slowly peeked open my eyes, only to come face to... chest? I scrunched my eyebrows together as I tilted my head back to look at the face of Will Thatcher himself. The memories of last night flooded my mind, and I found myself snuggling closer to his body heat. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, which caused him to stir and tighten his arm around my waist.
After a while, I feel myself slipping off back into sleep, but Will’s stirring kept me up. I kept my eyes closed, ready to sleep once more, only to feel a light touch on my cheek. Will’s breath fanned my face as his hand not under and around my waist brushed hair out of my face.
“I’m so sorry, Princess.” He whispers regretfully, kissing my forehead. “I will never leave you to be hurt again. I’ll always be there.”
I slowly open my eyes, meeting the gaze of two beautifully deep blue ones. “Will...” I breathe, studying his face.
I clear my throat and scoot backwards and away from Will, putting some distance between us. “Thanks. For staying.” I say quietly.
He nods and sits up, stretching his arms over his head. “No problem.” He grunts out.
I yawn and stand up from bed, walking over to my bathroom. “Yep.” I say tiredly before going in a shutting the door.
I came out five minutes later to find my room empty. I looked around until my eyes caught a note left on the table.
Princess, I had to leave through your window, seeing as Jill would kill me for sleeping in the same bed as you. I went back to my house to get changed for school. Don’t worry about driving there or getting a ride from someone else. I’ll pick you up.
I let a small smile grow on my lips as I read the note. Quickly, I changed into presentable clothing and brushed my teeth and hair before running down stairs and into the kitchen.
“Hey Jill.” I chirp, walking and grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet.
“Hey... Tessa...” She says slowly, confused at my good mood and non-hostility to her.
“All right, I’m heading to school, catch you later.” And with that, I walk out of the kitchen, leaving behind a dumbfounded Jill. I walk out the door and sit on the steps to the porch, entertaining myself by ‘squishing things’ in the distance between my fingers.
I’m so mature I know.
I hear a truck drive up before I turn my head to see Will walking up with an entertained grin on his face.
“Princess,” he begins, “are you squishing things in between your fingers?”
I shrug and stand up, adjusting the strap of my backpack over my shoulder. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’ll never know.” I say playfully before walking past him and towards his truck. “C’mon slow poke! Let’s go!”
He shakes his head with a rueful smile as he walks around to the driver’s side of the vehicle and hopping behind the wheel.
“What has you so happy today?” He questions me.
I shrug and look out the window. “I’m healthy, happy, and living. What isn’t there to be happy about?”
He nods head head with a grin. “Okay, that’s true. You got me there.”
I smile at the window as we pass by trees and houses, watching the scene before me speed past us.
“Okay, class. For the remaining time we have, we will take a pop quiz!” Our chemistry teacher announces. My head snaps up to stare at the chemistry teacher in fear as the rest if the class groans in annoyance.
Oh no. God no. This can’t be happening! I’m not ready!
“Hey, you’ll do fine.” Will whispers from beside me. I snap my head to look at him with wide-eyes.
“What are you talking about!?” I whisper-yell at him. “I’m going to die! I’m going to fail and then die!”
Because if I fail this quiz then I will never get my grades up in three weeks.
He chuckles pats the top of my head. “Stop being so over dramatic.” He whispers back.
I glare at him and punch his arm. “You have perfect grades, you have nothing to worry about! I suck at school! Not just one class--oh no--I suck at school in general!”
“Ahem. Miss Hale, Mister Thatcher, is there something you wish to share with the rest of class?” Mr. Green challenges us, interrupting our whisper conversation.
I shake my head no as Will speaks up. “Yes we were wondering when you were going to lose the wig and grow some real hair?”
I stifle a giggle as the entire class bursts into a fit of laughter. Everyone looks at the top of Mr. Green’s head, where there is idly sitting a tupe. You heard me right, we have a teacher that wears a tupe.
“What did you say!?” Mr. Green demands of Will. Will shrugs and rests his hands behind his head.
“I said, when are you--”
“I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID!” He booms angrily, causing a few students to snicker in the background.
“Sir,” Will begins. “I was just elaborating as you asked. If you didn’t want me to repeat myself, why would you--”
“BE QUIET MISTER THATCHER!” The teacher huffs, his face turning a weird purple-y red color.
“Well, sir, do you want me to answer or be quiet? Because it is physically impossible for me to do both. Unless you want me to do charades. Oh! I’m am awesome at that game. This one time--”
“MISTER THATCHER! YOU WILL SILENCE YOURSELF BEFORE--”
Mr. Green’s rant is cut off by the sound of the bell signaling the end of class. Everyone immediately jumped out of their seats and bolted for the doors.
Exiting the classroom was like being released from slavery after being imprisoned for years. Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating, but you get the main idea.
We don’t have to take that pop quiz!
And then the thought hits me.
Because of Will, we don’t have to take the pop quiz.
I immediately began scanning the hallway, looking for any sign of Will. I saw the back of his dark head and made a beeline straight for the tall teenager.
“Will!” I exclaim, putting my hand on his shoulder and making him face me.
“Yes, Princess?” He asks me with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Did you do that so we wouldn’t have to take the quiz?” I question him.
“Um... Excuse me? I’m talking to him.” A blonde girl with way too much make up says to me with attitude. I roll my eyes.
“Yes and I’m a girl. What amazing things we discover when we open our eyes.” I reply sarcastically, bringing my attention back to an amused Will.
“So, did you?”
“Did I what?” He tilts his head to the side.
“Did you distract Mr. Green from the quiz?”
He shrugs. “Well, I wasn’t ready for the quiz and distracted him. So? Why does it matter?”
I opened my mouth, only to close it again.
Why does it matter?
I sigh and look up at him. “No reason. I was just curious.” I shrug before spinning on my heel and walking down the throng of teenagers, leaving him to converse with the cake-faced blonde.
Just as I reach my locker, the realization hits me.
Chemistry is Will’s best class.
I stop my foot in annoyance.
“That lying fudge monkey!”