St Bart's

"I guess you could say I was strange. But weird is normal here." For Rose normal isn't exactly....normal. They all share a secret, one that needs to stay a secret.
But with a mole in their midst, things could get interesting.


36. Homework


So obviously we’re not just friends any more


I groan and bang my head backwards against the wall, cursing Rin for the hundredth time for her freaking interruption.

That girl needs a muzzle

And a leash.

Might as well put her in a freaking dog crate while you’re at it.

I sigh and bury my face in my pillow, moaning like a beached whale.

So we’d kissed.

He knows I like him.

Doesn’t he?

What the heck was wrong with me? I never second guessed myself.

I’ve never felt more vulnerable, even tied to my bed by my parents I knew all it would take was a bit of planning and some painful zaps and I could escape.

Now? There is no one to zap, no one to fight against, only Leo.

And myself.

But I am done fighting him.

So…now what?

What are we?

What did it mean?

Bet he wasn’t stressing over this.


I grab at my phone shamefully fast and get such a sappy smile on my face I bite my lips to get rid of it.



Hey, hows you?


Stressed? Excited? Scared? Confused?


Good, what u doing?




oh you know….homework


Ha, right. And I was sighing up to join a nunnery


What u really doing?


I press send and jump up from my bed, making my way to the male side of the dorms.



No really! homework:)


In your room?


I press my ear to his door, a grin stretching my cheeks when I hear the tell-tale computerised cheering and Leo’s quiet “Come on, come on… Yes!” followed by more cheering.



Yeah, why?


I open his door and fold my arms.

Leo pauses his game and ducks his head into his hands.



You’re behind me aren’t you?


“Yep.” I say out loud and he turns with a grin, standing up and holding out his arms.

“Rose! So nice to see you. Did I tell you about the new Game Studies class I’m taking? It’s not well recognised but the homework is great.”

“Nice try.” I smile

“Damn,” he pouts before giving it up and sinking down into his beanbag chair, on his miniature flat screen, some football game is paused, controller lying on his black carpet.

We’re allowed to decorate our rooms how we want, but most of us don’t have much money. With not being allowed to receive or send anything out of the gates, only sixth formers being allowed out at weekends but few using the time to get jobs and the fact that not all of us have well off parents like Leo, we’re all pretty skint.

So other than the occasional patterned bed spread I buy with the monthly couple of pounds I get from the school due to my almost permanent presence here, my room is as bland as it was when I moved in. Beige carpet and magnolia walls though both are a bit worse for wear after four years of abuse.

Leo’s room however…

Black carpet, steel grey walls with a red, rumpled bed cover and beanbag chair. Everything has a box though not much of it seems to be placed where its meant to.

“What gave me away?” he picks up the controller but doesn’t unpause his game, instead flicking the buttons back and forth with his thumbs.

“You said you were doing homework. You never do homework.”

“Well firstly, calling it homework when you live at school is a joke, secondly, we all have guaranteed jobs in the future and thirdly… well it’s homework. No one does homework.”

I open my mouth to argue but he has a point. It’s why most of our lessons are government focused with the exception of maths and science which are, if anything, more in depth than they would normally be.

I sigh, giving up and slump onto his bed.

He has a freaking memory foam mattress.


“When did you get a new mattress?” I attempt to bob up and down on it, but the memory foam just eases me into it every time.

“I had it delivered in the summer holidays a couple of years ago.”

I shake my head in disbelief.

He drops the control back onto the floor.


Uh oh, I know that tone of voice.

I roll onto my stomach, hiding most of my face with his duvet. It comes with the added benefit of smelling like him.

“Earlier…outside your room.”

I raise my eyebrows, seeing him nervous bringing my confidence back.

I will make him say it if it kills me.

“What do you mean?”

He groans, a smile on his lips.

“You know what I mean.”

I tilt my head.

“When you walked me back from the Nurse?”

“And we…”

“Had a delightful run in with Roan and Rin?”

He smiles.

“Yeah, I…” He groans, shifting closer and burying his face in the edge of his mattress.

“I don’t even know.”

Jesus, this might just kill me.

“Leo, I know what you mean. What about it?”

He looks up, the mattress slowly filling out the indents of his nose and forehead.

“What did it mean to you?”

I slide over to him, my head hovering above his. I look down, his green eyes glowing.

“It meant that I like you.” I try to sound confident but the vulnerability of saying those words make them come out quiet and rushed.

Still he hears me and smiles, eyes darting so I know what to expect.

“Well in case you don’t already know, I like you too.”

I groan, Leo suddenly looking hurt.

“That’s not the reaction I was hoping for.”

“No, you know what this means?”

He shakes his head.

“More comments from Rin.”

He buries his face back in the mattress, muffling his agonised groan.

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