Just A Misunderstanding Nessie sighed and flipped her shiny sliver phone open for what must have been thehundredth time in less than twenty minutes; the movement was so quick that nobody,especially not Mr Mason at the front of the classroom, would have noticed. Thecurrent book under discussion was one she had read, understood and analysed atlength with her mother from the tender age of three.She almost squealed in excitement when her phone flashed through with a message.Biting her lip she quickly clicked the open button and felt a silly grin spread acrossher face when Jacob’s message appeared. It wasn’t that he didn’t text her at leastthirty times a day while she was in school, but this particular note gave her somethingto look forward to.
The sun is out so I will be picking you up after school. I miss you.
Glancing at the window she found he was right, the sun gave the damp ground asparkle, she could almost smell the deep rain drenched forest she longed to runthrough. She turned her gaze back to the front of the classroom, where Mr Mason wasnow drawing a crude timeline that was riddled with flaws across the chalk board. Acursory peek around the room showed she wasn’t the only one not paying attention tothe man up front; in less then a human heartbeat she had replied:
I can’t wait to get out and run with you. I miss you more xoxo.
Pressing send she returned her phone to her designer pencil case and tried not to drumher manicured nails on the desk as she watched the clock. It had been like this for thelast six months, anxiously going about their ‘normal’ lives instead of spending everywaking moment together. Her father’s idea, she thought grudgingly, to make them seethat there was more to life than each other. She had agreed to a point but had foughttooth and nail when it was decided she would enrol in Forks High. Nobody hadlistened to her arguments that she already knew more than the entire facultycombined, not even Aunt Alice, who was normally always on her side.Jacob had protested just as much, arguing that he couldn’t keep an eye on her whileshe was in school. Truth be told he felt just as bad as she did when they weren’ttogether and he had admitted just the other night that he was jealous of all the looksshe received. She was glad it was him and not her mother who would be picking her up today, it meant she got to be with him sooner. Frowning she looked away from theclock and out to the car park, her eyes following the skid marks still decorating theasphalt, some of her best work in her opinion; one of her stupider stunts in her parents. That little piece of art had cost her all driving privileges and the humiliationof being picked up daily by her mom.She caught the flash of her phone out the corner of her eye, and turned to discreetlylook at the new message under her desk. What she read took her by such surprise thatshe burst out laughing just as Mr Mason was explaining the about how the death of one of the main characters was the catalyst for the mass suicide that had occurred atthe end of the book. Everyone turned to stare at her, some as if she had lost her mindand others in shocked disapproval; some undesirable behind her sniggered as her neck and face blushed bright red.“Is something funny Miss Cullen?” Mr Mason asked, this was the first time he hadspoken down to her, when he had first met the daughter of two of his favouritestudents just a month prior he had been over the moon.“Um … no?” she asked, trying to hide her phone, but the movement of her hand gaveit away.“Would you like to share with the class?” he asked in mock politeness.“It-its nothing, really,” she rushed, her voice raising an octave.