come too?” I asked. “Left to his own devices he would live off baked beans and tinned spaghetti.”
“I’m sure that’d be fine. Not like he has far to go,” Liam said.
“Great, thanks. He needs to get out of the house more. Is it all right if I drop you back at your parent’s and then come over later? I need to get some school work done. Lesson plans and stuff for Monday,” I said. I started the engine and slowly drove out of the cemetery.
“Yeah, of course.”
I dropped Liam at his parents with a wave and drove the few streets over to my house. Most of the following paparazzi stayed out front of the Burns’ place, but a couple of them followed me. I shook my head. I had no idea why they were following me . They’d seen Liam go into his parents’ house. He wasn’t hiding in my back seat or anything. I pulled into my driveway and got out of the car. One of the blonde women I’d seen with Matt Rivers came racing up to me.
“Excuse me, can I ask you a couple of questions?” she said breathlessly, bangles clanking.
“No.” I frowned, and tried to channel my scariest teacher glare. It wasn’t up to snuff, apparently.
“Are you and Liam an item now? How long has it been going on for? Are you the reason Holly and Liam broke up?” She said all of this without even drawing a breath.
“What? I… what? No… no comment.” My teacher glare disappeared into a puddle of bewilderment. How could anyone possibly think Jen Pike could compete with Holly Monroe. I mean, really. What were they smoking?!
She started asking me more rapid fire questions that I could barely follow. I held my hand up and tried to put on my sternest teacher voice, the one I had been trying to perfect over the last few years. “Get off my property.” She looked momentarily stunned, and I took the opportunity and turned my back on her and marched inside.
I slumped against the closed door and took a few deep breaths. This was crazy. I went around the house and made sure all the curtains were shut, which was a pity on such a nice sunny day. This house had a nice little sunroom that I used for my study, with a lovely view over the overgrown backyard. I liked to do my work there, and be able to look up and outside. Now all I was looking at were the scummy blue curtains that looked like they hadn’t been replaced in my lifetime.
I loved my friend but I was beginning to wish he’d hurry up and leave. The paparazzi had never been so aggressive before. Since hitting the big time, Liam had come home a handful of times. The one time he’d brought Holly, a few photographer’s had followed them around a bit, but they’d taken their few happy holiday snaps to sell to the magazines and left the rest of us alone. Had he got even more famous since then? Or was it just because of the break-up?
I made myself a nice hot cup of green tea and set myself up at my desk. I needed to finish my planning for next week’s classes, but I found it hard to concentrate for long. Lesson plans had taken me ages to do when I first started teaching, but I seemed to have finally gotten the hang of them - as long as I knew the content. Getting a new class about something I knew nothing about was always fun. And by fun I meant hard work. I turned off the internet to avoid distractions and concentrated on getting through at least Monday and Tuesday’s classes. I had a double free Tuesday afternoon, so I could theoretically get some more planning for the rest of the week done then. As long as I didn’t get lumped with an extra. I hated when that happened. I wrote myself a quick to-do list and got stuck into it. After the first distracted half an hour I actually managed to get in the zone and smashed out three lesson plans in a row. Good ones too, even if I did say so myself.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall. I still had an hour or so before I’d be expected over at the Burns’ residence. I pulled out my paper
“I’m sure that’d be fine. Not like he has far to go,” Liam said.
“Great, thanks. He needs to get out of the house more. Is it all right if I drop you back at your parent’s and then come over later? I need to get some school work done. Lesson plans and stuff for Monday,” I said. I started the engine and slowly drove out of the cemetery.
“Yeah, of course.”
I dropped Liam at his parents with a wave and drove the few streets over to my house. Most of the following paparazzi stayed out front of the Burns’ place, but a couple of them followed me. I shook my head. I had no idea why they were following me . They’d seen Liam go into his parents’ house. He wasn’t hiding in my back seat or anything. I pulled into my driveway and got out of the car. One of the blonde women I’d seen with Matt Rivers came racing up to me.
“Excuse me, can I ask you a couple of questions?” she said breathlessly, bangles clanking.
“No.” I frowned, and tried to channel my scariest teacher glare. It wasn’t up to snuff, apparently.
“Are you and Liam an item now? How long has it been going on for? Are you the reason Holly and Liam broke up?” She said all of this without even drawing a breath.
“What? I… what? No… no comment.” My teacher glare disappeared into a puddle of bewilderment. How could anyone possibly think Jen Pike could compete with Holly Monroe. I mean, really. What were they smoking?!
She started asking me more rapid fire questions that I could barely follow. I held my hand up and tried to put on my sternest teacher voice, the one I had been trying to perfect over the last few years. “Get off my property.” She looked momentarily stunned, and I took the opportunity and turned my back on her and marched inside.
I slumped against the closed door and took a few deep breaths. This was crazy. I went around the house and made sure all the curtains were shut, which was a pity on such a nice sunny day. This house had a nice little sunroom that I used for my study, with a lovely view over the overgrown backyard. I liked to do my work there, and be able to look up and outside. Now all I was looking at were the scummy blue curtains that looked like they hadn’t been replaced in my lifetime.
I loved my friend but I was beginning to wish he’d hurry up and leave. The paparazzi had never been so aggressive before. Since hitting the big time, Liam had come home a handful of times. The one time he’d brought Holly, a few photographer’s had followed them around a bit, but they’d taken their few happy holiday snaps to sell to the magazines and left the rest of us alone. Had he got even more famous since then? Or was it just because of the break-up?
I made myself a nice hot cup of green tea and set myself up at my desk. I needed to finish my planning for next week’s classes, but I found it hard to concentrate for long. Lesson plans had taken me ages to do when I first started teaching, but I seemed to have finally gotten the hang of them - as long as I knew the content. Getting a new class about something I knew nothing about was always fun. And by fun I meant hard work. I turned off the internet to avoid distractions and concentrated on getting through at least Monday and Tuesday’s classes. I had a double free Tuesday afternoon, so I could theoretically get some more planning for the rest of the week done then. As long as I didn’t get lumped with an extra. I hated when that happened. I wrote myself a quick to-do list and got stuck into it. After the first distracted half an hour I actually managed to get in the zone and smashed out three lesson plans in a row. Good ones too, even if I did say so myself.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall. I still had an hour or so before I’d be expected over at the Burns’ residence. I pulled out my paper
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