Boys, Purple hippos and Drama! The story of a sarcastic, party girl!

He hates me, he hates me not

The mysterious boy was following me. There was no doubt of it. Every class I had, he had too! Even Philosophy and Ethics and who in their right mind would put themselves down for that? Well- apart from me, of course.  

I had thought that I would enjoy it but I didn’t take into account that you actually have to go to the lessons. 

Yeah, I enjoy the prospect of lessons but the reality is entirely different. It's like being vocally tortured by someone more boring than paint drying. Not all teachers are like that but I've never met any!

"Sarah, pay attention!" Mr Andrews, my somewhat smelly Ethics teacher, bellowed at me. 

I was paying attention. Well, kind of.  When I noticed everyone's attention on me, including the Brad Pitt boy, I flushed a nice attractive beetroot colour. Just the thing I need! 

"Sorry, sir." I grumbled, not exactly apologetically. After all, he had just embarrassed me in front of everyone in the class. 

However, either he was quite naive to believe I was sincere or he couldn't have cared less, Mr Andrews  carried on with his anecdote about the virtues of God, or something like that. 

I had used to be a good student but somehow, it changed. Instead of focusing on what the teacher had to say, I know daydream about what clothes I'm wearing to my next party. 

The lesson still had a while to go but I had noticed the new boy staring at me. It wasn't a polite stare which you give to someone you're vaguely interested in, it was one full of contempt and censure. 

I couldn't help wonder whether I had done something to personally offend him. After all, all I had done was daydream in a lesson. Hardly the crime of the century.

It must have been the feeling of eyes on me which instantly made me feel uncomfortable as I actually wanted to work. Anything to take my mind of his staring. 

"Sarah and Richard, can I talk to you both after the lesson has ended?" The teacher called out to the class. 

I looked around as I glanced up from my work to see who he was talking about and my eyes found the new boy. I wondered whether HE was Richard. 

When the class had ended, it seemed he was called Richard as he stayed behind to talk to Mr Andrews, too. 

Richard still didn't seem to like me as he looked at me warily and at this point, I was  too apprehensive about what Mr Andrews was about to say, to pay much attention to him. 

"Well, I've talked to my fellow teachers, and they have agreed with me. Sarah. We would like you to show Richard here the ropes of the school. Would that be alright to you, Richard?" Mr Andrews explained. 

I didn't really have a choice. His tone wasn't a question; it was demand masquerading as a question. The type you want to refuse but you know you can't.

Richard tried to look nonplussed by the news but I could tell he didn't want me to near him. Well, it wasn't as if I care. People either like me or dislike me, I can't do anything about it. 

"No, sir, I don't mind." He told the teacher 

I bloody do! He hates me and I have no idea why, I wanted to shout to Mr Andrews. 

Seeing Mr Andrews happy little smile, I didn't want to cause him any more trouble, especially, after not paying attention.

That was that! I would have to give Richard the guided tour, I would have to sit next to him in all the lessons I shared with him and here's the clincher, I would also have to eat lunch with him. 

Don't get me wrong, I normally am not as bad as this. I've been the new girl at a different school and I knew how frightening it was. 

It was just I didn't want to spend my time with a boy who absolutely hates and for apparently, no reason. Even if he was pretty hot! And he certainly is.

You know that, boy band look where they all have wavy tousled hair which seems to tempt you to run your hand through it. Well, he had that type of hair and I have to admit the blonde did suit him. It wasn't just his hair which commanded all of the attention from the girls around him but his body to. It seemed to have been chiselled by the gods themselves. If Mr Andrews had used him as an example, he probably would  have been believed about God’s existence.

Despite his looks, I neither dislike nor like him. He simply had judged me as a 'bimbo' and I didn't want to prove to be one!

"I'm Sarah." I told him, as soon as Mr Andrews had let us go. 

Richard looked at with a kind of 'I know who you are and I don't like you' expression on his face but I was still determined on being nice to him. 

After all, what's the point of making enemies on the first day back? There's isn't one. 

"Richard. Although, everyone calls me 'Rich' instead." He told me, plainly. 

There was no 'nice to meet you' or smile and I wondered whether me being nice to him was a good idea after all. 

It was now break time and I wondered whether I should introduce him to my friends. After all, if he disliked me would he dislike them, too?

"Do you want to meet my friends?" I asked him, hoping that he didn't. 

As much as I was going to be around him, I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. Meeting about 10 people who are slightly mental can be a bit of bad thing. 

"I don't mind." He shrugged to me. 

Oh, what the hell? He may like them. 

Me and Richard quickly made our way to the common room were all my friends were sitting chatting loudly. As I saw Harmony, I gave her a smile as I stood with Richard. 

Once more of my friends saw me (Katie included), they noticed Richard, too. I could see they were interested in who he was and you couldn't really blame them. After all, he was the new boy!

 Here is the second part. Please vote and comment. As you can see, Sarah is a bit of a self-obsessed party girl with more underneath. Perhaps, Richard will help her.