"I can't find my phone." Leanna grumbles, tearing the pillows and quilt from her bed and then chucking them back on and dropping down to look underneath it. "I haven't seen it since last night at the cinema and then you distracted me with kisses and things, so I forgot until this morning."
"Maybe you left it there? We can pop in on the way back from the beach? They should be open by then." She nods, leaving her bedding in a heap on the bed and pulling her trainers on.
Leanna and I have been jogging along the beach every morning the last three weeks, the sun beating down on our backs and it's how it should have always been.
Three weeks of complete uninterrupted bliss, there's been no texts since the night her car brakes were tampered with, the boyfriend pole seems to have been forgotten and although I was worried dur
I can barely contain my laughter as I head upstairs in Max's house to look for a room. I've never been this brazen, but I've been texting him all evening and I can't wait until the end of the night to have him. People do this sort of thing all the time, but having sex with my boyfriend in a houseful of people is a completely new experience for me and it's giving me a little thrill. I find the spare bedroom and listen carefully at the door to make sure no one's inside, slipping inside I do the same. Making sure to turn the lights as per Nathan's request and plunging myself into darkness. I've worn a dress for this exact purpose and I slip off my underwear, storing it in my bag before sending him a message to tell him where I am. Nathan: Kneel on the bed, I want to see yo
Millie Deane was with Leanna when she lost her phone yesterday. Millie Deane supposedly found Leanna's lost phone and gave it back just before the party. Millie Deane put 'her' number in Max's phone yesterday. Somehow in the last twenty-four hours, both Leanna and Max have had phone numbers altered so they weren't aware they were texting each other. Max thinks it was Millie, everything is pointing at Millie being the culprit, maybe for everything, but Leanna's covering for her. Is it just because she's her best friend and she doesn't want to think she's capable of that? Because I'm starting to feel a bit pissed at the girl myself. Leanna tries to let my hand go so she can comfort her friend, but I hold on more firmly and she tugs me forward to stand beside her, in solidarity with Millie as she glares
Rumours about me and Max were all over school this week and the stupid boyfriend poll has returned with Max as the overwhelming leader. I really thought it would have died down by now and I hate it. The schools response was to hire some bullying company to do little acted sketches in the hall, showing how 'uncool' it is to be a bully, which might have worked had we been eight instead of eighteen, but it was cringeworthy. It's awkward as anything between Max and me, so I'm avoiding him and going the long route to my classes, which he must have thought too, since I'm seeing him everywhere. "Leanna." He calls my name just before lunch and pulls me into a classroom. "Max, what are you doing?" I ask, glancing around in case anyone is watching us.
Leanna's got her friends staying with her tonight which is good, they'll help keep her mind off of everything that's going on. I headed over to Adam's with Callum after football and it was good, nice and chilled, no texts, no messages, nothing from our crazy stalker. It's late when I leave, dropping Callum at his on the way home. About half a mile from home, I hear a bang and the car starts to veer wildly on the road. Skidding to a stop I see the tyre's blown but as I turn to get the spare, something slams into the side of my face, knocking me off my feet and onto the ground. I cradle my head as blow after painful blow rains down on me and I must have blacked out because the next thing I know, Jake's calling my name, telling me not to move and that he's called an ambulance. Time whizzes by in a blur, I'm given something for pain which is wonderful and makes me feel sort of drunk. Then my parents arrive and the doctors are telling them that I'm lucky and my injuries are all superfici
"Hi Leanna, do you want to come and get Nathan's car, it's all fixed. I can pick you up?" Max says as soon as I answer the phone. "Yeah sure, that'll be great, thank you, Max, you've been amazing." "Great, give me five minutes." I grab my jacket and head outside to wait for him. Telling my parents what I'm doing and that I'll be back soon. Max pulls up in a little silver Vauxhall, which I know isn't his car since he's always talking about what he's been doing to his little lime green Citroen. With its garish colour, blacked out windows and the spoiler on the back it's a car fit for any proud boy racer, whereas this car looks like one my parents would drive, boring and totally not something I expected to see Max in. "Have you aged prematurely since I last
It feels like forever for the police to arrive, in the meantime I've tried to ring Leanna god knows how many times but it's gone straight to answerphone each time and Jake's called Kim who's confirmed that Leanna left to meet Max around eleven and hasn't been back since, even though she said she was just picking up my car for me and would probably only be about an hour. "So, what makes you think Max is the person who attacked you?" The police officer asks, sipping on tea in the Carlisle living room as though Leanna hasn't been missing for hours. "He told me Jake disturbed the attacker which was why my injuries weren't worse. Jake said he never told anyone that." The officer looks at Jake as though withholding that snippet of information from the police is a criminal offence and I'm starting to panic about what he's doing to her. "Look, we came to talk to him
I wake up in a soft white bed, warm light streaming in through the windows and my body feels incredibly heavy, as though it's not woken up yet. It takes a while to work out where I am, but then the memories flood back in and I bolt upright, looking around for Max, but there’s no one else here. Stepping out of bed, I shudder when I see my clothing neatly folded on the chair in the corner, looking down and realising someone changed me into some pajamas while I was sleeping. I quickly change back, throwing the pajamas onto the bed behind me and open the bedroom door. The house is so quiet, that, as soon as I open the door I can hear movement downstairs, the steady bubble of water boiling and Max whistling a tune from the room below. The scent of toast cooking has me salivating despite my predicament, even though it's clearly burnt. As I creep down the stairs, I notice a window, large enough for me to climb through, is slightly open and even though I have no idea where my shoes are, I
As soon as Leanna hangs up, I check the phone for a number, but it was withheld. She was trying to tell me where she is, I know she was, but it's not a lot to go on, a cottage, half a mile from a river and a road nearby. But she did say he was in a Vauxhall, that might help the police, so I call the direct number the police gave me and relay the information to the officer, who thanks me and reassures me I did the right thing by telling them.As though I might have considered keeping this information to myself.Hushed voices downstairs let me know my parents are home, so I run downstairs and tell them about the phone call. My mum calls Leanna's parents and within minutes they're walking through the front door and I repeat myself for the third time in the last hour.The