The days blurred into weeks and the weeks into months, and Mary-Jane found her time at school slipping faster and faster through her fingers.
It had been a happy few months, full of smiles and laughter. Mary-Jane began to wonder if her worries about their relationship not working out was just her being obsessive.
It was easy just to shrug off her worries, but every time Mary-Jane saw him, a flutter of worry stirred in the pit of her stomach. She forgot her worries when they were together, of course, but it was always afterwards that the cold feeling of dread would wash over her.
Mary-Jane spent her evenings in the park with him, laying on their backs and staring at the stars. Occasionally, they would visit a nightclub and spend a night in wild freedom, not caring if anyone recognised them, for why should they when the couple made sure they travelled a long way away from the school?
Life seemed perfect in almost every way. Marilyn no longer bothered her, and her friendships were better than ever. Her grades were steadily improving, as was her relationship with her family too.
But as every teenager knows, nothing can possibly ever stay perfect for long.
Mid-march, and the sun was weakly protesting against the thick grey clouds that blanketed the sky. It was cold, even for early spring in England, and everyone had taken to huddling in their blazers or sitting on the nearest radiator.
Mary-Jane was in her Art classroom that particular lunchtime, finishing off another piece of coursework for her GCSE. With a little private tutoring, she had improved from "rubbish," to "actually OK," at Art, of which she was proud.
She was so engrossed in her work that again she didn't notice him sidle up behind her and put his arms around her waist. 'What are you doing, still in here?'
His velvety voice carressed my neck like a warm, mint-scented waft of heaven. Mary-Jane smiled and set down her paintbrush. 'I'm trying to be a good little student and try and pass my GCSE,' she told him patronizingly.
There was no reply, so she swivled round in her chair to face him. His eyes were far away, and his forehead was creased in worry.
'What is it?' Mary-Jane asked him quietly.
He looked down at her sadly, straightening up. 'It's been nice, hasn't it, M-J?' He said, eyes overflowing with things unsaid.
Mary-Jane just continued to stare into his face, probing for answers.
'Nice. It's been fun.' He sighed and his shoulders sagged dejectedly. 'M-J, this has to stop.'
She had known it was coming. She had known, and had been dreading this day for so long.
'You can't see me anymore. Not at all. You'll treat me like your teacher, not your boyfriend.'
Only one word rose to Mary-Jane's lips. 'Why?' It was only a whisper.
'Because. Because I'm getting married M-J. I love them with all my heart, truly I do. I love you too, but I just...Can't..' He trailed off hopelessly.
'Can't.' She echoed. 'Can't.' Louder.
'Ssh, ssh,' he hushed. 'I'm sorry, M-J, honestly, but...'
'I've heard enough,' she said briskly. 'Honestly.' Mary-Jane made to leave the room.
'You don't know the whole story, M-J. You can't understand untill you know. I can't tell you, but you must find out for yourself.' He paused. 'Please.'
She didn't turn back, but his last words echoed around and around in her head. What? What was it that she didn't understand? It was simple, wasn't it? Her and him, him and her.
'It's not all that simple,' he called, as if reading her mind. 'Not simple at all.'