I've never run so far or so fast in my entire life. From Leanne and Guy's car I hitchhiked across Greater London, ran some, and when I found a two pound coin on the floor I used it to take the bus as close to Westmore's campus as possible. Wasn't close enough. By the times its golden gilded gates came into view I was drenched in sweat with my father's old blazer scrunched up under one arm.

Ahead, a sea of aubergine blazers and skirts formed a mist around the stone steps of the hall.

Leanne was right about sixth formers being called in during half term. After studying so hard for my A Levels, a huge part of me is desperate to detour to the Hudson building and pick up my certificate. But that's out of the question. I've only a few hours before the police catch up with me.

The cafeteria is not far from the front of the campus and is relatively new (if one can call a 1980's block of concrete and glass with no architectural merits, new) in comparison to the majestic stone facade that fronts the street. Whilst it is close, it's also indiscreet from the long line of nosy dinner ladies across the back where pockets of steam rise out of half empty metal bowls, to clusters of pupils arranged around endlessly long tables.

A few vaguely familiar, younger faces acknowledge me as I pass. I nod back and press ahead in a kind of tunnel vision without recognition.

Jade's predictable. At least I hope she is. I scan the hall.

It smells of brussell sprouts, roast chicken and stewed carrots, with an overpowering punch of melted butter.

At a table in the corner between Judy and Mandy is Jade. Their chairs are angled away from each other and the scowl emanating from Mandy could be used to saw wood. A new and severe black haircut sweeps down across Mandy's right eye precluding eye contact with either of the other two.

Though it's hard to see her expression for the hair falling long and full across this side of her face, it's definitely Jade beside her. Or is it? She's hunched over her plate, which seems full and untouched. I'm not sure it's her after all.

An arm sweeps beneath mine before I can move forward to check.

'Mr Azure, come with with me. We don't want a scene.' Headmaster Fitton whispers curtly into my ear.

'But, I—'

'Now.' He pulls my arm firmly towards the door and it's then the blue flashing lights glimmer from the car park. No sirens. How clever they were.

The word Blue echoes in a haze atop the cobblestones. It snaps me out of my daze. Officers are emptying out of police cars by the dozen and students are starting to circle, feasting on the police presence.

A cold feeling sinks into my gut. It was all for nothing. Like all those at the cemetery, Jade's view of me will be marred by journalist's biased reporting splashed across the papers when my case goes to trial. After all, Dover is just about the only word on everyone's tongues.

'It's not what you think, Mr Fitton,' I say, craning my neck to Jade. She's still at her table, her eyes lost on food. Judy looks up but upon seeing me doesn't turn to Jade. 

'I didn't come to cause any trouble,' I say. 'I didn't even go into the main hall. I just wanted to—'

What did I want? To see Jade one last time. To encourage her to come and visit me behind bars. She would never do that. I wouldn't want her to either. What would the headmaster do if he knew I'd come for Jade? No matter. He doesn't seem to care about my motive. Although by the staunch grip of my forearm he's spoken to Detective Pike. He knows what I am.

Ahead a crowd has formed, stretching back to the tennis courts though not as far as the coach drop off zone. It's empty back there, usually occupied by the lower school pupils kicking a football and gleefully wondering why they have such luck as not to fight the bigger boys for the net. Some guys ahead are in Jade's class: Grey, Maverick, Rupert Lough.

'Why would he come back?' I hear someone say.

'What did he do?' another voice in a blur of faces.

A knot teases at my stomach.

All these people.

Feeling like I'm walking to my public hanging, I try to tune out the crowd and let Mr Fitton lead me to a stop at the top of the steps where officers have taken to pushing the pupils back. At the front is the very woman I ran from. Like the theatre, Detective Pike's presence invites a hush upon the crowd. She pauses beneath the peaked stone archway to assess me then radios something into a device on her wrist.

The area thickens with police from the hall right down the steps, forming two loose lines, which, when they spread out, creates a human barrier though the crowd. Detective Pike's tall stature looks exaggerated in her heels on the steps. She ascends them quickly, with a touch of her hair to ensure it's still pulled to a tight bun. Her scowl deepens as she snaps cuffs across my wrists.

Then I see Jade in the crowd behind her. She is pushing through other sixth-formers towards me. Jade! The urgency in my chest feels so taught it will snap.

Embarrassment flares heat up my chest, but I keep my eyes on Jade. She's the only way I walk forward without stumbling. Keep breathing. In the memories I've conjured there were images of her soothing me. That feeling isn't the same in real life. Her expression is far from the all knowing, all forgiving one in my dreams. Her features are knotted. Mouth twisted. Eyes scrunched by the glare of the sun.

With Detective Pike at the front, two officers flank me as we descend the stone steps and down the improvised aisle toward police cars with open doors. I'm so trapped I could scream. I want to fight and kill every single one of them so I can get out and make this right. But I can't make it right.

Our eyes lock together. Jade's are glazed, her forehead knotted. Her shoulders are hunched and her demeanour is begging me for answers that I can no longer give. What did I think I was going to say when I explained it all? I was aiming the gun at someone else and it missed?

The police (especially Detective Pike) found my story ludicrous. And yet they are armed with more evidence that the terrorists' ammunition back in Dover. They demonstrated how they could put me at the scene and show the judge my prints on the gun. Hell, I was still holding the damn gun when they found me.

Jade's expression passes through so many phases: a hint of anger, a pinch of fear, but above all else its sadness; deep rooted pain that I caused her. I've become familiar with that look on my loved ones.

From her perspective, all I did was leave her alone on the Heath to race to Dover. I thought I'd be able to explain it all when I collected her later. In a sudden bout of heroism I naively thought I could.

The stares of the crowd follow me like rubber necked turkeys as I'm led towards the drop off zone in silence, towards the police cars parked abstractly on the kerb. Her eyes follow mine and the judgement of the crowd melts away. Her judgement is worse.

I've spent long hours worrying about hurting her by telling her the truth, now I see how much I've hurt her already.

My handcuffs are held by an officer who pulls them forward, hastening my pace. They itched when they led me out of the station this morning. They were red raw when I ran off behind the service station at lunchtime. If I walk faster they'd calm. But I can't. Because that's taking me away from her.

When I'm yanked past Jade I twist my head unnaturally, scanning the crowd, seeking out her support. There are tears in her eyes which slide down her checks.

'Everyone inside,' Mr Fitton shouts from the entrance.

A dull shuffling starts to dilute the whispers in a parade of subserviency.

'Well well.' Detective Pike's hands rest on her voluptuous hips. Now the pupils are pulling back like a wave she's found her voice. 'I cannot begin to describe what level of shit you're in.'

'Blue,' Jade's voice echoes somewhere behind me, distracting me from Pike.

'Get in the car,' Detective Pike continues.

I pause. My body is itching to follow the sound of her voice.

'Blue.' Jade's voice is louder now, more confident and much closer.

'Who's this, David?' Pike says?

Jade is climbing down from the pillar, ignoring Mr Fitton's instructions. Our eyes meet.

'Perhaps we'll bring her in for questioning,' Pike continues, her eyes on Jade.

Involving Jade could be just about the worst outcome of my whole tragic day. Her name would be maligned. Her iD card docked. Her future unequivocally altered. Ruined. Because of me. But maybe then she'd stand by me; if she also had nothing left to lose. I shake the thought away ashamedly. I left her with no apology. I cannot tar her too.

'Friend of yours?' Pike muses.

'Don't know what you're talking about,' I mutter.

When Detective Pike opens the door, I dip my head and climb in briskly. She follows, sitting next to me on the far side, thigh to thigh.

Behind, Jade is pushing her way through the dwindling number of students.

'Blue, wait. Talk to me. I need to speak to him!' Jade shouts. 'Blue!' She waves her arm, though I don't flinch. Don't involve her, flashes across my mind. I cannot bring her down with me. I garner enough moss as I roll without bringing her in to it too. Why did I ever come here? I should have called her from an anonymous phone call half way across London. I should have written a letter. Anything would have been less stupid than this.

My fist clenches. Yet again I'm tied.

'Blue!' She shouts, right outside the window. Detective Pike is watching me inquisitively, like always. There might even be a hint of intrigue across her thick lips. Some subtle delight in watching me flounder like a fish out of water.

A few other police officers' heads turn to Jade when she shouts my name again, although most have now dispersed amongst the other vehicles.

If her voice has attracted the attention of Mr Fitton or any of the students behind, I don't think she'd notice. Running her hands through her hair wildly she shouts my name over and over.

She's close enough to reach out to the police door which is still open. Why is it still open? If they close it and we leave, it will save me from incriminating her by association. Save her.

She touches it.

'Blue,' she says, softer.

I'm in the centre, with an officer bridging the gap between us, who leans out and pulls the passenger door shut in her face without explanation. I study the stitching in the driver's headrest. Hearing her voice is agony. Not being able to touch her, to reassure her, to wrap my arms around her and tell her everything will be okay if she'll only wait for me is impossible. But how long would she have to wait? She'd be past threshold age limit by the time I breathe fresh air again. At this rate, I'll be pushing daisies before that ever happens.

Detective Pike slides out from the other side of me and instructs Jade to step away from the vehicle in a deep monotone like the tube line automated announcement which repeats 'mind the gap' all day long. Seeming to dismiss Jade, she gestures to Mr Fitton over by the school's entrance in a wave of 'we'll take it from here' and slides back in beside me.

Her narrowed eyes glance up to me for a moment and she says, 'Girlfriend.'

I stare straight again. No talking without my lawyer. I've learnt that much. Jade bangs on the window with nerve I never knew existed. She's soft and gentle and composed all of the time. Now her hair strings wildly about her. An angry streak crosses her face. Her expression jolts me when she bangs again, ignoring the looks from the policemen whilst she shouts my name.

The driver - not Magic Mike - sighs and heaves himself out of the front seat until he's towering over her. For a moment her expression falters. The driver is a monster of a man, six feet tall and nearly as wide. He's drawn a short baton from his belt, from which she flinches, sobering almost instantly from her delirious state. I do everything in my power to keep my mouth shut, to stop from screaming out, 'keep the hell away from her'. Instead I look docile. Vacant.

'Anything you want to say, Blue?' Detective Pike asks, 'to your girl.'

'Never seen her before?' I mutter, my eyes dead ahead.

'That's not true, that's not true. Blue!' She shouts, her voice breaking. She is trying to ignore the officer as he takes her arms and directs her away from the car to a flagged area, not far from where Judy is waiting idly on the steps to the Hudson Hall. Mr Fitton has finally latched onto the commotion and is pacing swiftly towards us.

'This is a police matter,' the officer from the front seat says, his voice monotone. 'You are not permitted to touch a police car under any circumstances. Do you understand?'

He waits for her subtle acknowledgement. 'Now walk away Missy or I'll caution you for obstruction of justice.'

'Justice of what?' She utters, though he's already started to make his way back to the car, baton back in belt, his rugby player's legs pacing. Like he would raise that thing on her. Still it's enough to make Jade stay rooted to the spot as the police convoy pulls away. Her cheeks, in profile, glint in the sunlight. Then, when we turn the corner, she is gone.

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CAST LIST (so far)

Jade Lively - Lilly Collins (the protagonist)

Belinda - Lindsay Lohan (fellow kidnappee)

Mr Fitton - Thomas Sadoski aka Don from Newsroom (Headmaster of Westmore)

Adrian Lively - Alex Pettyfer (Jade's husband)

Marcus Lively - William Fichtner aka Alex from Prison Break (Adrian's father)

Blue - Liam Hemsworth (the protagonist / anti-hero and Jade's ex-boyfriend)

Mikey Drosner - Jack Black (Blue's lawyer)

Detective Pike - Viola Davis (Blue's prosecutor)

Prime Minister Christopher Seaford - Gary Oldman

Terrence Ridley - Mackenzie Crook (one of the pirates from Pirates of the Caribbean)