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George

I like school. It distracts me from all of the past trauma I have been through. With all of the chatter, work and fights that I see, I have no time to reflect back on the day where I got a call saying my parents were dead. That they had been struck by another car which killed those inside as well. 

No. Now I'm thinking about it. I don't want to think about it. But now that I started I can't stop. When I feel like this it makes all of me hurt. My head especially. It's stupid, I know but I cant control it sometimes. I tend not to dwell on it but it happens.

The son of the people who killed my parents- I don't know who it is. All that he has is stunning green eyes and blonde hair. And that I want nothing to do with him. Nothing.

I suddenly realise I'm standing still in the middle of the hallway, boys moving around me. What a fucking idiot I am. Standing here, frozen. I'm a prime target for bullying at this school. It's an all boys high school. You can't be soft here.

I force my legs to move. I have maths now as fourth periods subject, right before lunch. How stupid maths is, I cant begin to explain. I find it totally pointless and I don't see why multiplying x and y together is going to get me anywhere in life. I should ask Sapnap. He takes maths with me, he's good at it which pisses me off because I'm meant to be the smart one out of the two of us. Cleary not.

I am however, much better at english than him. Kind of makes up for it.

As I make my way into the classroom, my eyes lock on Sapnap's dark hair. He spots me, his eyes lighting up and he pats the seat next to him. I place my books down, the desk rattling as they land. The old hag we have as a teacher pushes up his glasses and takes out a notebook.

"What the fuck is he up to now?" Sapnap groans. I cover my mouth, smothering my giggle.

"You're good at math, you should be okay" I say. All I get in return is an eye roll and he turns back to the teacher who's droning on about some sort of equation. Not that I understand it. I stare out of the window, rain making it blurry as I watch the droplets race each other down the glass. My mind wanders. Wanders back to my parents. Back to the boy. The green eyes. I wonder what they look like in person. If they are as striking as the stories said. How he is handsome, the newspapers making him out to be some sort of model material. He is attractive, I've seen pictures. I've just never read his name. I refuse to read it. I don't want it in my head. I try to think about the picture I saw of him. It wasn't long after the crash, he looked young. 8 years ago. I was 9 then. I think he is a year older then me.

"George" the teacher says. 

Oh great. "Yes- sir?" 

"Can you solve this for me?"

Even fucking better. "Um" is all that my stupid mouth says.

"Come up here" the teacher says. "You can do it in front of everyone"

Don't you hate it when teachers pick on the ones that aren't paying attention? Like they are trying to embarrass you purposely. Had I been staring out of the window that obviously? With that stupid boy in my head. 

I stand up slowly, feeling everyone's eyes on me. Sapnap pats me on the back as I trudge my way to the front. The teacher hands me chalk, watching me like a hawk. I raise my arm, my heavy uniform making it tired fast. I look at the equation. Like it'd fucking help, I cant do maths to save my life. The chalk wobbles in my hand, my fingers lose grip and it drops to the floor. It makes a loud sound, snapping in half. The white dust floats to the floor and I feel my face flush. The teacher sighs and picks it up for me, disappointment written all over his stupid face. I steal a look at Sapnap who's mouthing something at me.