destined heartbreakers

chapter 2

her pov:

New year, new me. The saying I repeated every year, but especially this one. One of my most important year and if I don't work hard now, it's going to be difficult next year when exams start. Up until now I've loved swimming, I've loved watching race cars, but my main love was school- those numbers on every test, every exam, and eventually on that piece of paper at the end determined my entire self worth. Every night I spent awake revising for a test, every practice paper I did, the amount of times I rejected plans with my own family to sit in my room and do more work- it all had to be worth it. Those numbers on that piece of paper had to be worth all the stressful days, the nights I spent crying worrying if I'd get a mark I hope and how much of a disappointment I'd be to my parents and family if I didn't.

As our class got their timetables that they'd be stuck to for the next year, a flood of noise washed over the room: as people ran towards their friends to compare and see if they had the same lessons, I didn't move. I couldn't care less about who's in my class- I was more concerned about if I had a good teacher who would get me to my best for the next 2 years. The bell sounded and the scrapes of chairs against carpet rang out as everyone headed to their first lesson. First up on the agenda: English.

I quickly found my name on the seating plan and sat where I was suppose to. We went through the general chat of "welcome to the first day of your future!" talk as always but other than that it was ok. I sat next to one of my friends from last year in English as we talked about how our summers were and our plans and goals for the next 2 years.

Breaktime is a time to be social with people you heavily dislike (apart from a few expections) and who you wouldn't be friends outside of a civil school environment. I have a grand total of 3 people I talk to outside of school because people hate me. I love school, and people hate me for it. I love cars, and people hate me for it. It's just the uncomfortable situation I've had to deal with over the past 4 years of being at this school. I watch and look at the people who I have to call classmates: there's pick me girls latching onto boys left front and centre, the flirting almost as bad as a 9 year old who wants to try and be cool to their crush; the popular kids, who I've had a few rough goings in the past with (being the smart person at school isn't always the greatest thing) and then there's us. The 4 of us talking about our summer, I mean it's not like we've been talking to each other for I don't know the whole summer.

General chit chat and comparing timetables later and I head off to Graphics design. I had the same teacher as last year and he put me in the spot I was in last year- the back corner where no one can distract me.....oh wait my best friend who loves to talk a lot is sat next to me. Oh well, better than sitting next to someone I hate with a burning passion.

Chemistry. I chose to take triple science- the highest level there is. My maths is shocking to say the least, and the people I'm with I know are going to be crazy smart. But my passion for science overruled the maths intelligence, and finally I'm sat here, next to a boy I've never seen or talked to in my life, with two people I know the other side of him. He was the baracade to my very little social life I have. I spoke to him because I was forced to, answering the question "what is an element,compound and mixture?". I mean he seemed nice enough but not someone I'd personally be friends with.

his pov:

New year, new me. The saying I repeated every year, but especially this one. One of my most important year and if I don't work hard now, it's going to be difficult next year when exams start. Up until now I've loved chemistry, I've loved spending time with my friends, but my main love was football - those numbers on every bleep test, every match, and eventually on that score at the end of the season determined my entire self worth. Every night I spent awake thinking of tactics in my head, every goal, the amount of times I rejected plans with my own friends to go to training- it all had to be worth it. Those numbers on that score sheet had to be worth all the stressful days, the nights I spent worrying if I'd get a match I hoped for and how much of a disappointment I'd be to my parents and family if I didn't get the score I needed because of the amount of things I sacrificed for this.

Our form got our timetables, and I rushed over to my friends to see what lessons we all had. I'm lucky to have so many friends in my form who honestly mean the world to me. Not long after it was time for my first lesson as I heard the dreaded bell I'm going to have to hear over and over again. First on the list: go to English.

I never had this teacher before, she seems nice enough to our class. She gave us the usual "welcome to your first lesson of hell!" talk as always but other than that it waa just a mess around. I sat next to one of my closest friends- we've been friends since we were 4, as we joked around about how this year was gonna be a fun year

Breaktime is a time to be social with people you've known for a lifetime and I would honestly say they're all a part of me- I couldn't imagine my life without them. I have a massive friend group and we talk so much about how we all semi like school. I like school don't get me wrong but, I love playing with my mates more. I love football , and people who'd
I'd never become friends with bonded over our love for it. It's such a great thing I've had my whole life- and I couldn't ask for anything more. I watch and look at the people who I have to call friends: there's the nerds in the corner probably talking about homework even though we don't have any; the guys are already pulling loads of girls and its been 5 minutes, and then there's me with my mates outside the canteen, wishing we could go back home and go back to playing out 'till the streetlights came on. The group of us talking about how we wished it was the weekend again, the patience for the weekend becoming increasingly thinned.

We eagerly compared timetables as I made my way to history. There's this girl eyeing me up from the other side of the classroom, as the teacher explained how the new year is going to work.

Chemistry. I chose to take triple science- the highest level there is. Maths is one of my favourite subjects and they go so hand-in-hand together. Finally I'm sat here, next to a girl I've never seen or talked to in my life, with my best friend beside me ok the other side. She seemed really quiet, looked realively depressed or concentrated on something- it was hard to tell. She spoke to me because I think she was forced to, answering the question "what is an element,compound and mixture?". I mean she seemed nice enough but not someone I'd personally be friends with.