{Just warning you, between chapters 12 and 18, there's going to be a stream of crazy drama}

Fedosia's POV

It's the next Tuesday today, three school days have passed since the shopping incident, and Rosaline is still ignoring me.

But she did before, anyway.

But this is different, it feels like she really dislikes me.

I know, I shouldn't have done it.

I took a risk, I was happy and wanted to make her happy.

The chocolates were for her, not for me, so was it actual proper stealing...?

I don't dare to try and talk to her, as much as I want to.

I want to beg for her forgiveness, but I know she dislikes me.

But she probably did, anyway..

I write her a note and leave it on her desk, that lunchtime.

I feel scared writing it, but I still do it.

Of course she won't bother reading it, once she realises its from me.

She never liked me, she said herself she only would come out with me if I left her alone.

But I can't leave her alone.

She's beautiful, and I feel an urge to be near her.

"Rosaline, i'm sorry." I write "I should never have done that, I am truly sorry. Even if you don't speak to me again, please don't hate me.

I am truly sorry. - F.A"

I see her pick it up as I take my place next to her at our desks that lunchtime.

She rolls her eyes and glares at me.

"No big deal, alright? I honestly couldn't care less." She hisses, under her breath.

"Why would it bother me? I never liked you anyway, you know that. You're annoying."

"Can we try and go out to a movie again at some point?" I ask, quietly.

"No. Leave me alone. I don't want to go anywhere with you. Stop it."

I am about to reply when I see Queenie giving me the death stare from infront, so I don't.

The next lesson is English, and I'm sat next to Rosaline again.

The teachers have all sat us together, as our form tutor told them all we were buddies.

The two girls behind us, Anna and Ellie, are whispering muttered things about me, and my heart starts pounding.

They said 'dirty thief'.

I heard them, I heard it.

It couldn't have been my imagination, could it?

I turn around and give them a cold stare, and they both blush.

Rosaline didn't tell them... Did she?

I try to listen but can't, all I can hear is murmering and their giggling.

I tap Rosaline on the shoulder urgently.

"Rose?" I hiss.

"What do you want?" She snapped. "I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"You didn't tell anyone.. Did you?"

Rosaline glared ferociously at me.

"So what if I did? You're nothing but a thief. You can't go round acting like that, with everyone thinking you're little miss nicey nicey."

"Actually, people don't think I'm 'little miss nicey nicey' .."

"Yes they do, sweet little new girl. Maybe you'll stop stealing things if it shows you how low it makes your reputation."

"I didn't have a reputation anyway." I whisper back. "And I've been arrested twice, so I'm not 'little miss nicey nicey' to everyone, actually."

Did I actually just say that?

Did I actually just tell her I'd been arrested twice?

"Whatever, I don't care." Rosaline mutters.

"Miss Chambers, Miss Averin, please be quiet!"

"It's not my fault, miss." Grumbled Rosaline.

I wait until our english teacher has turned back to the board, then I try again.

"Please, Rosaline, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but I honestly don't do it often. It's only started up again recently." I whisper, desperately.

"Don't talk about your own dishonesty as if its an illness, you're not a victim of your own thieving, Fedosia Averin." Rosaline hissed.

"Rosaline, please. Don't tell anyone else." I beg, but not silently enough.

"That's it! Rosaline, Vitya, out! I won't have this kind of disruptive behaviour in my class."

"What?" Bellows Rosaline, outraged. "But Fedosia wouldn't leave me alone."

"Don't send Rosaline out, miss, that's not fair! Just send Fedosia." Puts in Queenie.

"Don't tell me what to do, Miss Smith."

Queenie glares furiously at her and flips her brunette hair back, then glares at me.

"It was my fault, miss." I mumble.

"You were both talking, Fedosia, not just you. Now both of you, kindly get out."

We stand outside the door, Rosaline staring at me in disgust and rage, her face a dark pink colour.

"I'm sorry." I mutter.

This was the wrong idea.

"Do you know how f*cking mad my aunt gets when I get in trouble at school? Even the slightest thing like being sent out of the classroom makes her take away my phone for a week!" Rosaline shouts, her voice echoing down the corridor.

She shoves me into the wall. "Well now I know your guilty secret, Fedosia Averin. So just leave me alone."

"Please keep your voice down. You're going to get into more trouble if you keep yelling." I beg, petrified.

Rosaline suddenly looks as if she's going to burst into tears.

"Are you okay?" I ask, startled.

"I'm fine." She replies, turning to face away from me.

Rumours are flying around about me during the next few days, I hear them, and I receive strange looks.

Noone has said anything to me, not yet anyway.

Maybe it's because they're used to kids who do things like I do, and it's a natural occurrence at this school.

Rosaline isn't in school the next morning, on Wednesday.

I feel a kind of disappointment and relief, because although she's beautiful, I'm starting to get slightly afraid of her..

But she isn't here on Thursday or Friday, and I'm left alone for the weekend with my troubled, scared, unhappy thoughts that I can't explain.