PF Ch 3Chapter Three:
SKANDAR WAS THE FIRST TO WAKE UP.
He looked at his watch, half seven, he fell back into his temporary bed and groaned.
Why am I up so early? he muttered quietly to himself, glancing to his left and noticing Zoe was still asleep, half leaning against him. He smiled down at her, and gently brushed her hair out of her face but paused immediately, moving his hand away.
Slightly puzzled, Skandar noticed a small scar and as he moved back her hair with extreme caution, he noticed it continued on down her neck and underneath her clothes.
Skandar? Zoe? came Jess extremely tired voice as she came out of her room, Jess had been exhausted, so had actually gone to bed where as Zoe and Skandar had crashed out after talking way too late into the evening.
Jumping back at Jess voice, Skandar turned round and looked at her, Oh, morning! he greeted, stifling a small yawn and getting up, looking back at Zoe,
PF Ch 2Chapter Two:
Christians lips caught hers gently and a thrilling pulse of adrenaline, surprise and bliss shot through her entire body, making Jess hair stand on edge. Christian wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer towards him. Jess slipped her arms automatically round his neck and as he moved even closer she instinctively moved with him until the pair were in a horizontal position; Jess twisted her fingers through his already disordered hair. His breathing had changed; it was no longer deep and steady, but shallow and unreliable, and reached down to the base of Jess scarlet jumper. She pulled back immediately in shock and tugged down on her jumper.
Christian! she gasped, flattening her hair on instinct.
What? he asked, his voice suddenly returning to his normal and monotonous tone.
Weve been going out for four weeks!
Yeah? So? asked Christian rather blankly.
Jess stared at him in shock and
PF Chapter 1Chapter One:
PLANS ARE BETTER LEFT KNOWN ONLY TO THE WRITER.
But if the plan is for a story and the story is the entwining and twisted tales of life, who is actually the writer of the tale?
Better leave that to the philosopher, so maybe its time to bring her up; Georgia Dance, like the others left home at eighteen and attended university. Philosophy at Bristol, wicked. She hadnt gone to Bristol alone either, Kate Bennett and Georgia Dance arrived as a pair, and hadnt split since, despite the Philosophy department and the Cellular and Molecular Medicine department being on different sides of the campus.
Meanwhile back in Oxford, it was raining. It was raining a lot.
Zoe Davies was staring at of her window, uninspired and worried, she jumped as a beeping emitted from her laptop. She glanced sleepily at the screen, and opened the email in front of her.
Does Jess want my notes or not Chubster?
And the match is at ten on Sunday if youre interest
THEY ALL LEFT HOME. KIDS ARE MEANT TO RIGHT?
But, things arent really meant to turn out like this. Things never work out like theyre planned.
Every life tells a story and every story starts with a plan.
Zoe Davies planned to go to drama school, but through a sudden change of heart ended up at Oxford studying Creative Literacy, teaming up with the new Drama department to perform their work. She had never planned to go away alone, and she hadnt, Jess Wood had gone to Oxford as well and was churning out essay after essay about the Persians whilst studying Ancient History.
But back to the plan.
The plan was always going to fail.