Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Mr Collins stands motionless at the end of the bed, his jaw is tense and his fists clenched.

“Deacon?” I ask, still a little dazed and unsure if this is a dream or reality. I lift my head and look down at the bare chest I'd been using as a pillow. Luke breathes steadily, still sleeping peacefully. Then a horrifying thought occurs to me. I'm naked. “Shit,” I curse. Trying to wrench the covers from under Luke and waking him in the process.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, suddenly alert. Then he relaxes when he notices Mr Collins. “I see the search party found us,” he grumbles. My hand lands on a shirt and I quickly put it on. By the size, it must be Luke’s which is fine because it covers a little more than mine would.

“Haven't you heard of knocking?” I ask, my voice laced with acid. Mr Collins remains frozen and it's starting to freak me out.

“That is not how a headteacher should be staring at his student, Sir,” Luke mocks, clearly still as bitter as me about his words in assembly