I Like Me Better When I'm With You | Ackley Bridge

38|'So....Friends?'

"Sir, what's going on? I ain't in isolation today." I remind him, but he simply opens the door for me without a word, gesturing me to go in.

Cautiously, I walk in, muttering a small 'thank you' but instantly regretting it as my eyes fall upon the one person, causing an ache in my heart.

"No, no, no. Absolutely not." I shake my head trying to leave but see Mr Bell has blocked the door.

"What's she doing here?" Jordan asks rudely.

"It's not like I came here willingly." I point out, squinting at him.

"No one is leaving until you two talk." Mr Bell states stubbornly.

I roll my eyes and turn to Jordan with a fake smile, "Hiya Jordan, still twat? Thought so."

"Hiya Isabella, still sucking my brother's dick? Good to know." He copies me.

"Good talk." I nod excessively.

"Very."

"Blimey." Mr Bell raises his eyebrows at us and runs his hand over his face. "Right, I don't care what's happened between you two, but I'm telling ya now, if you don't fix things and I have to deal with dragging your ass in here every day," He points an accusing finger at Jordan before turning to me, "and I have to put up with you being grumpy all day, so help me god, I don't know what I'll do."

"So sort it out. Now." He says sternly. "And try not to kill each other, yeah?"

With that, he leaves the two of us alone in isolation and I look at Jordan in disgust before sitting down in a chair furthest from him. I can't believe this!

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And that's how we stayed for two hours, until the end of the day bell rang and Mr Bell walked in to check on us.

"So?" He asks hopefully, looking at the two of us. "All forgiven?"

I simply fold my arms over my chest and slump down in my chair, not giving him an answer and neither does Jordan.

"Oh come on! Talk to each other!" He snaps and I flinch slightly at the unexpected raise of volume. "You're not leaving until things are normal again. You forget, I married the Head Teacher."

He walks out with a cocky smirk, after giving us till 6:30 to make up or we'll be back tomorrow, and I throw my head back in annoyance, letting out a groan. It's only 3:45 now.

"So... you and Cory, eh?" He speaks up, and I roll my eyes.

"You and Candice, eh?" I fire back, spitefully.

"No!" He answers, defensively. "What'd you take me for?!"

"Well, what'd you take me for?" I ask him, sitting up in my seat, turning my body to him as he turns his to me.

"Me and Candice?" He repeats, offended.

"Me and Cory?"

"As if!" We scoff in sync and glare at each other.

"Well, then what was that photo about?" He quizzes me.

"It was him telling me he don't hate me for what we did." I reply. "Aliyah took that out of context."

"Well, you never leave his side anymore." He points out.

"He's me best mate." I justify. "What about you and Candice then?"

"She's all I have. Everyone on rugby team hates me, even me own brother hates me." He crosses his arms.

"Who's fault is that?" I say cockily. "If you never called me a slut this wouldn't have happened."