"Good morning, class."
"Good morning, miss." We all reply in unison. I don't think anyone actually is good. How could we be, whenever we have double English for the first 2 periods. As I look around the room, I think of how strange the concept of school is. We are a group of horny 16 year olds, locked in a room together for an hour. In the real world, this would have very different consequences.
"Now, we have a new student joining us today, class." That's when I notice the awkward looking boy standing at the front of the classroom. He's quite tall, somewhat average looking with fair hair, freckles, bony cheekbones, a hooked nose, and piercing green eyes, but there is some sort of energy attracting me to him.
"Go on then, James, introduce yourself."
Miss Maxwell says to him. She has a very poetic name, our English teacher.
"Well, my name's James, as you already know, I'm 16 and I like playing either my cat, art and music."
The rest of the class seems to have lost interest, as they normally do if you don’t look like Timothee Chalamet or like sports. But I feel some sort of spark between us, strange feelings inside me. Could I have a crush on him?!
But that's impossible, I'm not...gay.
Am I?
I ignore these feelings and carry on with writing the date.
"Where do I sit ma'am?" He asks shyly.
"Ah yes, you'll be sitting beside Oliver."
Great. Now I have to speak to him.
