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“So Asha, do you want to tell me what that whole dreamy look you were doing when that lad walked past?” Jordan asked me when we were in English. We had had to write a whole 200 page essay about ‘What the true meaning of Romeo and Juliet is’. Such fun..
“I dunno what you mean..” I could tell my whole face was turning red as a tomato.
“C’mon, I know when you’re lying Miss Collins...Is he your boyfriend, OH MY GOD, HE IS ISNT HE! Oh my god...why didn’t you tell me!” Jordan yelled grapping my arms shaking me.
“GET OFF ME!” I barked back.
“Miss Collins and Miss Simpson, less of the talk and more of the work!” Miss Price bellowed from the opposite side of the classroom. Miss Price was our English teacher and well, let’s just say, she wasn’t the nicest looking or nicest person you would ever know. Actually, I would say she’s the complete opposite. Her greasy black hair was always scraped back into a small bun what showed off her dark bushy eyebrows and piercing eyes. Her head was as big as a bowling bowl and her double chins matched the ones at the back of her head. I know it sounds harsh but it was the truth, the ugly truth.
“So are you going to answer my question then?” Jordan whispered whilst raising one of her eyebrows at me.
“He’s not my boyfriend, I just thought he was…” I paused trying to find the correct words to use.
“He was what? A bad driver? Because that’s the only thing I saw.”
“He was…oh stuff it..he was DROP DEAD GORGEOUS!”I exclaimed. Jordan’s eyes suddenly widened like an owls.
“Am I hearing this right? The ASHA COLLINS thinks a boy is drop dead gorgeous?! I never thought this day would come… I am so proud of you!” Jordan exaggerated. You see, the reason why Jordan was acting like a maniac was because I’m not the kinda girl who swoons over boy bands or footballers, if I found out David Beckham’s visiting our school, I wouldn’t start screaming and when he arrives start bawling my eyes out. Instead I would laugh at all the crazy fans and ask him why he deserves to get paid millions of pounds a year. But when that lad walked past it was totally different, I felt like a screaming fan.
“Ladies, if either of you talk one more time you will be getting a detention!” Miss Price said whilst squeezing back into her desk. We watched her as she sat in her chair and leaned back, I was surprised that the chair didn’t break!
“I guess I know why she’s a ‘Miss’.” I giggled to Jordan, hoping that she didn’t hear me, but I soon found out she did as she told me I had to stay after school…in detention.
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As the final bell rang, I dragged myself to U54 (the detention room) and swung open the door, signed in and plonked onto an empty seat on the opposite side of the room. I’m use to going to detention. You see, I’m the kinda girl who throws a few punches if someone offends me or Jordan, I guess it’s a protective thing. As I’m a regular in detention I’ve learnt that the teachers don’t really care if you talk, they’re too busy gossiping to each other. So, basically detention is useless. But I kind of liked it as I could practice my singing and playing my guitar without being interrupted. I never talked to anyone in detention and no-one ever talked to me back. This for me was perfection.
I pulled out a guitar what was in the store cupboard and started playing ‘A-Team.’ I could get lost in my music and not care how loud I was singing or if anyone else was looking at me. The result was that no-one else cared, the girls were always talking about boys and parties and the boys were always talking about how many girls they’ve nailed and their recent fights. It was just me and my guitar. I started to strum the chords and let the music run through my veins…
“They say, she’s in the class A Team, stuck in her daydream been this way since 18 but late-“ I was interrupted as the door swung open. The whole room went quiet when a familiar face waltzed in. The deep brown eyes what made me weak, the swept chestnut brown hair what made me swoon, the muscly tanned biceps what made me drool. It was the hunk with the bad driving skills.
“Sorry I’m late Miss, Miss Humphrey kept me behind again.” Groaned the hunk as he leant back on the teacher’s desk taking a look at all the spectators staring at his perfection. The look on his face showed that he knew that he was gorgeous. Well who would disagree? I watched him as he skimmed the room, his eyes following every person, looking for prey. And then he looked at me. I tried to look away but I was entranced in his eyes. A small smile appeared on his face and he started to saunter up to me…
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