Is it wrong to love?

Chapter one

I'm walking around my new school, the map makes no sense at all. I'm standing in the middle of a court yard looking like a complete fool. Suddenly, a boy bumps into me,
"Sorry," he says, "Do you need help finding somewhere?" I nod.
"Ok, what class are you in?" He asks, he looks nice, so I say
"Umm, 8B."
"Really?" He says, "So am I."
I smiled, I think I've made myself a friend, and so fast to, I'm usually the type to have no friends at all. I beamed and we walked off to class. Class was really, REALLY, boring. We had maths first and Mrs Nesslia is like, a dinosaur. She had no teeth and I swear she nearly died when she walked over to the board to write '41/5 - )(+ 254 (4x5)'. As you can tell, I. HATE. MATHS!!! Next was English. It was good, the boy I ran into that morning sat next to me, he told me about himself and that his name was Samuel. The English teacher's name was Mr Clapswell and he was very charming, he had light brown hair in a short cut but the front of his hair came down in small strands over his soft blue eyes. He enjoyed playing the guitar and he actually played for the class, he was awesome. At the end of class he told us he was 24 and for some reason he told us he was single. I was a little creeped out but, at the same time I kind of like him, in a non teacher-student way.