Bringing the Chic out the Geek

Chapter 6

I should have guessed. The New boy at training who doesn't start school until the Monday. Saying "See you later" after we had been talking about schools. Finally. He was new. The one thing I managed to miss. Well the seat next to me is taken so at least I will be able to avoid talking to him and hopefully avoid him so no acknowledgment is made. That could put him off. I honestly have to be so careful at the moment. My two world's could collide before I even know what is happening and all because of him.

"Everybody this is Sam"

The whole room was taking in this new boy from head to toe. You could see all of the girls already starting to have a crush on him, all of the boys were instantly thinking of ways to get him on board. He's smart and cute, every group can benefit off him. I would love to think we would start competing for him (Claire and I) but she's so anti-boy that he is automatically ruled out. But then I have to tread carefully. If he makes any acknowledgement of knowing me before the end of the day people will definitely suspect stuff. I bent my head back down to look at my book. I do not want to meet eyes with him. A knowing smile says it all, especially when the new person is Northern and we're Southern.

He starts strolling his way to the only free seat at the back of the room (the row behind me). I feel a paper ball hit me lightly in the back but I refuse to turn around. It's probably better if he gets a bad boy reputation and carried far away from me than if he is seen nearer to me. Plus, Amelia's beady eyes are watching his every move and she's already suspicious that I'm hiding something.

Maybe he'll even take part in my double life, except looking the way he does, I plan on using the swarm of girls to get to PE fast.

The bell goes for end of lesson and my things are already packed and I'm out the door. I even have to wait for Claire and she's normally telling me off. When she asks whether it was because I just wanted to get out of discussing my resit for my failed test I feel it is easier to say yes than explain, especially with everyone around. PE is my favourite subject, unlike Claire. I can use all my strength and speed that I gain from swimming to actually be useful and thanks to our land work session my co-ordination has improved massively too. I'm sort of middle ground when it comes to sports like rounder's and Netball but with the athletics or even trampolining (which I gave up to swim) I excel except for the sporty people who take clubs in them.

Today is Trampolining day. We have been put in with one of the boy's groups for this and they mix us all up. Unfortunately for me, guess whose group I'll be in. Sam and Amelia's. She's already turned to him like there is nothing that can separate them but now I have to deal with them too. It's disgusting watching her whisper every word in his ear like it's too delicate for anyone else to hear. Eugh. I hate people that suck up like that just so that they get what they want.

But then something changed. He came over to me. Damn. What do I do? I'll try giving him a look that says do not acknowledge that you know me, hopefully that'll work.

"So you are in my maths class then" Phew. Maybe he got the message. This could work.

"Yeah"

"So why didn't you turn around to my paper balls. You know I wanted to talk to you. C'mon Rosie, I'm new and you are the only person I know." He got me. Damn. Everyone on this trampoline has just heard that and there are plenty I did not want to. I'll play it cool and see what happens.

"I don't know what you are talking about, I've never seen you before in my life" Now I feel bad but I can talk to him tomorrow about it. Maybe he'll understand then why and he can help me live my double life.

"OK, my mistake, must be someone else" He reached over me and then walked off. I just upset the person I like and the one person who I could count on here except for Claire. Honestly, it feels horrible. The only person who understands my life I have just pushed away but it is necessary to for now.

As I'm changing I find a note in my shoes. It's from him. A phone number. OMG, he's not mad. He just wants me to explain. That's OK then. We are still friends. As soon as I get out of here I'll text him. Hopefully he'll understand. He seems to be that type of person.

But why me. Seriously. I've been fine until now with my double life. I half wish it was a phase. Half don't.