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ThugWorkout wrote:
Henry nodded in agreement. "Turn our phones off, comfy pyjamas and cosy socks are gonna be our evening. I'll even let you do face masks." He grinned, taking a mouthful of pasta and shoving it in his gob, chomping down on it. He'd never realised how nice it was to not have Heidi in his company. And of course, he had spoken too soon. Putting his fork down, he kept his composure. Feeling a little brace in front of her for some reason. "Heidi, I have nothing to hide. Me and Charlotte are friends, like we always have been. And your so called friend, pushed her over. I was simply asking for an apology." He sipped his drink, keeping direct eye contact with her.

Mila had a full blown pout on her lips, her brows furrowed as deeply as they could, and her arms crossed sternly over her chest. She was pissed off, that was for sure. Jumping as the door opened, her face softened, just a little but the frown was still set upon her lips. "Hello." She said simply, her eyes avoiding his as she looked at anything in the room apart from him. She knew she was being immature, but who could blame her? Her favourite art piece so far had been completely ruined. "He didn't even fucking care." She mumbled, eventually.

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"Can I even put slices of cucumber over your eyes?" Charlotte said with a cheeky voice, taking another bite of her sandwich. There was nothing better than hanging out with Henry when the two of them were just ignoring the outside world. Robbie was the exception of course, but he usually kept himself occupied after some time. The smiles faded from both of their faces when Heidi made her dramatic entrance.

Heidi scoffed, disgusted at the suggestion that she was misinformed. "Is that why you stood me up? We were meant to be meeting for lunch." her words were soo sharp they could probably cut stone. "And don't you dare call my friend a liar, you were trying to blame her for your little friends clumsy behaviour." She smirked, her eyes darting to Charlotte, "but I'll forgive you baby as long as you come to my birthday party tomorrow night." she lowered herself down to his ear and whispered, "and you better make an effort."

Ryan took the crumpled up art and put it into the bin, seeing that it was indeed unsalvageable, "that's because he is immature and lacks the ability to appreciate incredible art." he walked back over to where she was sat and leaned on the desk beside her. "but you shouldn't let it get to you so much Mila," he said, moving some strands of her hair to behind her ear, "you can always start again and make it even better than the other would have been."

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Henry took the deepest breath he could produce from his lungs and closed his eyes for a second, keeping his composure. "Your friends, are nothing but shirt on the bottom of my shoe. I literally couldn't give a fuck about them, babe." He raised both eyebrows, taking another mouthful of his food he thought for a while, the way she whispered sending shivers down his spine, in the worst way possible. "Whatever, Heidi. I'll speak to you later. Right now, I'm trying to have lunch, with my FRIEND. Why don't you go and speak to your friends, seeing as they are so wise, and helpful." He raised an eyebrow at her. He'd never stood up to her like this, not for a long time.

Mila put her hands over her eyes and let out a large sigh, her bottom lip trembling, just slightly. Why the hell was she crying over a piece of art? It didn't matter that much, not really. She just couldn't control herself sometimes. "I can't help it.. I just.. I see red and I can't help it. But I didn't hit him.. I didn't. I wanted to, so bad. But I didn't this time." She rested her hands back down on the desk and looked up at him, lifting one hand to rub her ready eye away. "You don't understand.. that one was special, okay. It just, I've never ever done something that and now it's ruined." She clenched her jaw.

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Heidi was visibly speechless, no one had ever spoken back to her like this. She huffed, "whatever." she said, turning on her heels and walking away with her gang following along side her.

Charlotte sat there in stunned silence for a moment, waiting for them to have walked away, "well damn Henry, its good to see you standing your ground. I have no idea how she can dare to speak to you like that if I'm honest." she took another bite of her sandwich and said slightly quieter, "you deserve so much better than her." Not meeting his eyes for a few moments she took another bite of her sandwich. "why don't we get out of here?" she said, finally meeting his eyes again.

Ryan watched as she broke down and his heart fell, "It's good that you managed to hold yourself back though, that is something to be proud of babe." he used his hand to wipe away the tears that were now rolling down her cheeks. "but you are so talent Mila, I know you can recreate whatever your heart desires. I know it hurts right now but everything will be ok." he gave her a small smile, wiping away the remainder of her tears as she managed to stop crying. "Plus, we have something to look forward to tonight.. unless you have changed your mind?" he said quietly.

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Ryan could feel his hands shaking slightly but he kept his cool, watching her walk off before looking back down at the table, before at Charlotte, and he couldn't help but smile at her. His besitfl, wonderful, charming, intelligent best friend. The most beautiful girl, at right before him. He couldn't believe himself sometimes. Taking her hand in his, he gave it a squeeze." I like the sound of that." He whispered, standing up, he rested her tray on his and disposed of them both, before walking out with her. He felt like trash, but he wasn't going to stand for it any longer.

Mila felt like a child. A puny little child so didn't deserve to have such a loving wonderful man in front of her. "I know. I just irked so hard and I'm almost out of paper in my pad. My dad said I'm not allowed any more u til my next term now." Shrugging, she stood up so that she could fold her legs underseld, sitting cross legged on the chair. Looking back up at him, she raised one of her eyebrows. "Wait, you still want to go? Are you sure.. I mean of course I haven't changed my mind.. I just didn't think you'd want to after all of this." Her lips curved into a smile. Her hand cautiously resting on his knee.

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Charlotte felt his gaze on her and it was nice to see him smiling, it felt like so long since he had just genuinely smiled. It was refreshing but also surprising considering what had happened during the day so far. He held onto her hand and she felt a wave of happiness flow through her. "Good," she said, standing up and grabbing her bag, following him out of the lunch hall and then out of the school completely. "Remember how you mentioned face masks.. maybe we should pick up some supplies for the best skiving school day known to man kind."

Ryan frowned a little, every time Mila spoke of her parents it never seemed to be in a good light and the one time he had met them he realised just how strict they were. "What if someone gifted you a new pad? surely he couldn't argue with you receiving one from someone else before next term." he smirked cheekily before nodding his head, "Of course I still want to go. I want to spend time with you, properly, not here where we need to pretend and be walking on egg shells incase someone sees what's happening. But dry these tears up otherwise you won't have a good time at all, alright?" he said with a smile, clearing the last tear from her soft skin.

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Henry couldn't be more happy at that point, in a very weird way. The more he pushed Heidi away, the easier his life was becoming and he knew now, more than ever, that he needed to end things, for his own sanity. "Uhm, hell yes. I couldn't agree more, jump in." He unlocked his car and jumped into the drivers seat, slinging his bag onto the back seat, he stated it up and pulled his seat belt on, shifting into reverse. "Yano, I couldn't think of anyone better to be skiving with right now." He grinned over at her.

Mila hated talking about her parents. It wasn't that they were nasty, not really. Just very very protective of their 'special girl'. Several rules and things she had to follow to keep them happy, that was all. "Well then he'd wonder why I was allowing people to spend money on me and gift me things when it wasn't my birthday. I'd have to hide it." She admitted with a sad sigh, she took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes, smudging her make up a little, but she had finally dried up. "Can we watch a movie and order pizza?" She asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him, her finger drawing small patterns on the material of his trousers.

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Charlotte tossed her bag into the back seat and jumped into the car along side him, a smirk across her lips as she pulled her seatbelt on. "its like you read by mind Henry, plus its been how long since we've done his? not since before you and the she devil became a thing." she paused for a moment, rummaging in her pocket for something before pulling out a somewhat believable fake ID, "and we sure as hell did not have one of these last time." she chuckled, turning up the music and resting her head back against the seat, feeling much more relaxed than earlier on in the day.

Ryan nodded his head as she spoke, taking in what she was saying, "well you could always hide it in my office at the end of the day, so that you wouldn't need to take it home and raise any suspicion." he suggested, hoping she would like the sound of his idea. "hmm pizza and a movie huh? I'll have to think about that." he said with a cheeky grin across his face, "of course we can beautiful. and maybe get some ice cream for pudding if you fancy?" he moved his hand to meet hers on his leg and sighed softly, "lunch break will nearly be over, and I think you've served your punishment already." he smiled softly at her.

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Henry made sure the door was securely shut before reversing, and then zooming out of the gates as soon as he could, and down the road. If his mother ever knew he drove like a demon, she would have had his guts for garters. Glancing over at her, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Bloody hell, that's pretty impressive too. And the name is almost believable.. Helena Beecham." He smirked and pulled up into the local Tesco express, jumping out he locked up and headed in with her, grabbing a basket to put all their goods in. "I'm gonna buy sooo many bags of crisps." He sang to himself.

Mila tilted her head to the side, a shy smile now on her face. God, she just wanted to snog his lips off there and then. This was so not fair! She finally had a boyfriend, and she still wasn't getting any kisses. "I like the sounds of thst. The sketch book, and the ice cream." Interlocking just her index finger with his, curling it around and giving it a little squeeze. "Does that mean I can come to your lesson?" She smiled hopefully, sitting in a little straighter. All it took was for her to have someone to bring her back down to the ground. A calm voice in her mind of chaos.

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Charlotte rolled down the passenger window and let the wind hit her skin as they zoomed along the roads, it felt just like old times and she wouldn't trade this moment for the world. "Don't I just look like your best friend, Helena Beecham?" she giggled. Once they arrived she put the window back up and jumped out the car, "one in every flavour so we can mix them all up into one bowl?" she smirked, heading into the shop along side him. She grabbed a hold of a big bar of galaxy chocolate and tossed it into the basket, as well as some microwave popcorn. As they entered the crisp isle she leaned into him and whispered, "I'll go and flutter my Helena eyelashes at the cashier and get us a bottle of vodka alright, meet you outside in 5?" she said before heading over to the counter.

Ryan held onto her hand, giving it a soft squeeze, "tonight is going to be perfection then, isn't it?" he said with a gentle smile. "Yes, I think that would be best if you attended my class this afternoon, I think you may find it inspiring in terms of signing yourself up for more than a role as a donkey in the play." he chuckled, standing up as the bell rang and forcing himself to let go of her hand. " Now I better eat my sandwich otherwise my stomach will be screaming at my throughout our class." he laughed, moving to the teachers desk and finishing his half eaten sandwich in three bites. "Shall we?" he said, nodding to the door.

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Henry nodded his head with a little too much excitement. "You bet your ass, I could put cheese on them and then.. oh man, that would just be heaven." His mouth was drooling at the thought of it, and he followed her round before they split ways. "Of curse, Helena," he cooed, cackling evilly once she was gone, he choose out around seven different multipack types of crisps and shoved them in the basket, going to self service and laying, he bagged it up and went out to his car, shoving the carriers in the boot. "Successful?" He asked, seeing her come back out,

mila nodded her head. "I can't wait." Her eyes were filled with sparkle as she stood up, slinging her rucksack on her back, her tummy also rumbling, but she simply ignored it for now. She'd enjoy the poises more later. "I don't care how hard you try, I am not doing the lead role. Plus if you choose me, that'll be like, favouritism, and that's definitely not lalowednin the business of arts." She smirked, walking out the door, a giant smile beaming on her face, even after Darren walked past and stuck his fingers up at her. Walking down the corridor, she held her head high. "Thank you." She whispered up at him.

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Charlotte approached the cashier and ended up chatting to him for a little bit, getting the bottle of vodka as well as his number, eventually she got outside to see Henry already at the car, waving the bag in her hand she smirked, "of course I did, did you really doubt me?" she laughed, "bless he even gave me his number. Miss Beecham clearly leaves a lasting impression." she laughed, getting back into the car and stashing the bottle into her backpack so that it was out of sight. "I also picked up a few face masks so we have some choice, but I thought one that said 'destress' sounded perfect for you." she giggled softly.

"We shall see what happens beautiful," Ryan chuckled, but as they left the classroom he went back into teacher mode, ensuring there was sufficient space between them as they walked towards his class room, following the flow of many students, "Claire should you really be using your lipstick to repaint the school?" he asked, she shook her head and quickly ran off. He turned his attention to Mila momentarily and smiled, "My pleasure," he said in a hushed voice, holding the door open to his classroom which already had several students inside.

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Henrys face lit up as he saw the bottle. "Of course not, you never let me down, Miss Beecham cold and flu tablet," he let out a low chuckle and got back in the car setting off onto the road again with his partner in crime. "Oh wow, Miss Beecham has game huh? As long as you don't abandon me for him tonight, then he is all yours to have." He drove along steadily turning up the radio a little more when one of their favourite songs came on. "I mean you're joking but if it works it'll be a miracle." Laughing, he pulled up into his driveway, glad his mom was still at her local book club for the day.

Mila walked along the corridor, beaming with happiness. He'd managed to wash the rage from her and instead install her with some sort of wisdom. It was weird, but she liked it. She headed through into his classroom and sat down in her usual seat, three in from the door, at the very front of the class. Putting her bag down under her chair, she shrugged her jacket off, revealing her sheer blouse and bralet. This was her favourite class. Apart from having the best teacher, it also genuinely gave her butterflies, she loved being able to act as if she was someone else, an escape from her teenage reality.

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Charlotte chuckled at his joke, a smilenacriss her face. "Well that all depends doesnt it Mr 'Cetamol, if you vow to have a good time this evening then I will just have to hang out with you." She laughed, singing along to the songs as they made their way to his. "You never know, face masks are powerful tools". Once they pulled out she got out, grabbing her bag and one of the bags of snacks.

Henry took his place behind his desk, putting his mug down and shuffling through some of his paperwork. Once a few minutes had passed and most of the students had arrived he began his class, "Good afternoon everyone, I hope you are all ready to get stuck into some work today. Today I want you all to create your alter ego, someone that is the complete opposite of who you are." He walked through the rows, handing out pieces of A4 paper. "Create a mind map for that alter ego, you can make doodles, poems, whatever feels right to describe your character."

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Henry slipped out the car and grabbed his bag, along with the other carrier bag before locking his car, swinging his keys about the find the right one for the front door, he jiggled the key in the lock and then shoved it open with his foot. "Welcome to my humble abode." He smiled widely, heading through to the kitchen, he placed all the bags on the kitchen counter, kicking his trainers off his feet, he let an almighty yawn as he stretched his arms above his head. "Mom out your cosy pyjamas in her top drawer for you." He added.

Mila pulled out her packet of coloured in pens, as she wrote down alter ego in big pink letters, before swapping to a darker shade, something she wouldn't ordinarily choose. Sticking her tongue out in concentration, she began to be lost in the paper, using all sorts of words that, well, she'd never use to describe herself. Someone who was outgoing and loud, never afraid to take a chance. Someone who was strong and fierce. That wasn't her. She was the opposite. She drew a few little pictures around the edge.

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