PERFECT || Ollie Bearman

1.

I tapped my pen impatiently on my notebook. 

Another day of high school. I had no idea or whatsoever I had passed my tests so randomly to get into another year of this school, again. Luckily, it was my last year. Every other of my classmates wore their smart outfits to school, the girls having skirts on. Ew. I pulled at my short, black jeans. 

I went to school in Chelmsford, as I had grew up there. The place in Essex felt no more than home when I arrived to the place just a month earlier, and turned out to be a perfect baby. My father, being one of the Formula 1 Ferrari's pit crew was rarely home, and my mother made the house feel like a heaven. 

"Sadie? Sadie Relish!" I was woken from my usual daydreaming from the teacher, Miss Mills shouted my name from across the room. I sighed as I straightened up my posture to see a random boy standing in front of the class. I didn't do well with boys. Last time I did well with one was when we were dating. It was just a few months ago, when he cheated on me with some barista in the coffee shop right up across the street. 

But this one? He looked just shy and quite familiar in my case. He was dressed up for the weather and class: shorts, white shirt and a hoodie. Maybe I could do well with him. The girls around me silently giggled while the boys muttered. Most of our class were just pathetic and still childish, unlike the other classes. They were calm and mature. 

"Sorry, Miss," I grumbled in advance. She nodded. 

"As I had said, and I didn't know if you listened, we have a new student in this class, and his name's Oliver. Why don't you go and take a place next to Sadie?" I frowned when he got closer. Now he looked like someone I knew from somewhere. I couldn't get my mind to it. "Sadie, you're in charge of bringing him around school, they've appointed you all the same classes." 

"Alright," I was getting tired of school. I knew Mum wanted me in this school so people could get a first good impression on me, but at the same time Dad was hurrying me out of school. He said we'd never learn anything important, not about how to deal with debts and jobs like that. 

"Hey," The boy called Oliver whispered to me. I nodded boringly. "So, you're Sadie, right?" I nodded again blankly, as everyone flipped over their notebooks. 

"You do have a notebook and a pen, right?" I quickly looked over to him. 

"Yeah," He checked his bag. "It says I have-" 

"Maths," I answered. He blinked, seemingly to have discovered my coldness towards him. I didn't even care at the end. Miss Mills began on the last lesson's summary as everyone groaned in annoyance. "No crap." 

"What?" He turned towards me. 

"Miss Mills always begins with a summary of what we taught the last lesson, she doesn't usually have time teaching us so much stuff in the first lesson, not even making sure we've got it all in our brains, the knowledge," I explained. "How did you even get in this school without passing any tests?" 

"Um, I, uh, had some career problems so I had to cut in, and the school agreed," He stuttered as I closely listened. The accent. At the same time, living in this place for so long meant that I knew all the accents people had in this area. He obviously was born here. "You can just call me Ollie if you want." 

"Sure, okay," I fiddled about with my necklace. 

"Does the summary ever end?" He frowned as he leant back in his chair, looking bored and ruffling his hair. "It seems to be... going on forever." 

"Listen here, Ollie, you'll have to get used to your last two months here, this teacher doesn't do you well prepared for life, she only teach a full lesson and the next one's all about the summary about the last Maths lesson," I took out my necklace and sighed.