Sometimes We Fall In Love

Chapter Seven

I'd walked into English and sat down in my usual place in the back corner. Students started filing in and Mr Clarke was handing out worksheets. Nick walked in and gave a huge smile in my direction. I blushed and smiled at my desk. There was something about him that just had me tripping over every little thing. I felt like I was constantly blushing.

"Hey there gorgeous." He said as he threw his books on the desk to my left.

"Hey handsome." I said back.

"Ayy, someone's looking for a cheeky shag." James Matthews, a light haired boy from Nick's soccer team, smirked at the two of us.

"That's enough James." Mr Clarke raised his voice, nodding in my direction. "It would appear someone's jealous that he can't get a 'cheeky shag'." He retaliated, using his fingers to motion quotation marks. James just turned away and pretended to be engrossed in what was on the worksheet. I say pretended because I don't think I've ever seen James actually do any work. "Now if we can get onto the real work, I'd like us to start looking at what the characters in the book represent from our society, which is mostly what the book is about. Any suggestions?" Mr Clarke looked around the room and I raised my hand. "Lena?"

"Well, whilst they aren't main characters, if they are even considered as different characters, Sam and Eric are twins and they appear to lose all sense of individuality, almost becoming one. I feel like this can represent two different things about our society."

"Go on." Mr Clarke said, enthusing my idea.

"The first can be how we all like whatever's popular, we follow, we're all the same, we conform and show no individual thought process because we're told what we should like, what we should look like. And the other representation could be about how there are two sides to us. People in society are incredibly two faced, they'll say one thing to you but another behind your back. Sam and Eric are literally two-faced. They're identical twins. They have the same face twice. That and they seem to betray Ralph and help him at one point but then sell him out at another point."

"Excellent interpretations Lena. You write that in your controlled assessment and you'll be guaranteed an A*. As for the rest of you, now do you see how far you have to dig into the book, into the mind of William Golding to find ideas about what his intentions were behind the characters and the way they acted and were designed." Mr Clarke was so passionate about his job. I loved it.

"You really like this don't you?" Nick whispered to me.

"Like what?" I whispered back.

"Analysing things, digging deep and finding a meaning to everything?"

"I do. I don't know, there's just something about words that fascinate me. The way you piece them together can change everything. The way you say or read them can change everything. They're just so interchangeable and can mean different things to different people because it's all down to personal interpretation of that particular string of words and to me that's rather beautiful."

"The way your eyes light up when you talk about it, I love it. It makes me happy to know you are so passionate about something. And then you make it sound beautiful. I think I just found another reason to add to many about why I love you as much as I do." We held gaze in each other's eyes for a few minutes before returning to the work sheet Mr Clarke had given us.

I'm not sure why, but being in that room, with Nick sat next to me, looking at William Golding's intentions behind certain characters, I felt at home. Which is weird I know, how can you feel at home when you're not there? But that's how I felt. I couldn't understand why but Nick made me feel so comfortable and safe. I'd never felt like that with anybody. Ever. He's always got my back and he's always trying to boost my confidence. I think I love him. Not just like him.

And that's when it hit me. I'd fallen in deep. He'd been in my life for just under a week but that didn't matter. Someone else was in the equation now. Someone else mattered. In just a short amount of time I'd found someone I could depend upon.

I love him.