The Glass People

The New Guy

Whispers and rumours about the new Mr badass are filling up the student body fast than I can eat a cinnamon donut, seriously you'd think these girls had never meet the opposite gender before. But hey I guess I'm not one to judge because a little I mean tinsey winsey part of me can't wait till lunch, so I can place a face to the title of the mysterious bad boy.
"Ally!" I feel I pen hit in the side of the head.
"Ow, what?"
"God I never thought I'd get your attention, you were almost as out as jeaggings." I laugh at her ridiculous analogy.
"Yes my darling Hannah, that gives me sole purpose in life what can I do you for you on this fine day?" I say layering on the British accent.
"Well I was wondering if you possibly may have done the English homework sheet?" She says giving me her puppy do face. I hand her the sheet earning me a bone crushing hug." Thankyou Allllyyyy!!!!!"
"Yeah, yeah." Just then Mr Bright walked in with sheets falling out of his opened briefcase.
"Morning class sorry I was late," but I wasn't listening because all at once my expectations where double, no tripled then rolled in pure gold that made a baby with some sort of God that gave me who I was guessing was the one and only Adam Hunt.

He was wearing black chinos, a grey v neck Te-shirt and black vans topped all off with a black leather jacket. He looks around 6'4 and towers over poor Mr Bright who looks frazzled and... Sweaty, gross. He has swayed brown chestnut hair that match his dark brown eyes that are now heading towards a black colour rather than a brown one and to top it all he is built like an athlete, with tan muscles filling his te shirt but, unlike some of the guys at our school who looked like they never left the gym and we're having something a lot stronger than Gatorade. But nonetheless his body was the perfect balanced and was obviously admired by many. He just pulled off everything and to top it all off its like he didn't even try to.

"Mr Hunt find your self a seat, oh and here is the twelfth night booklet were working on, don't lose it." Mr bright says sternly. Every eye is on Adam but he doesn't even seemed to notice, if he does he doesn't show it. He confidently strides past me and Hannah and finds himself a seat at the back of the room. I make a curtain with my hair and discreetly peek over my shoulder, but obviously I'm not as sly as I thought because Adam was already looking at me. I turned around blushing heavily turning into a Beetroot.
"Can anyone tell me what Shakespeare depictions were of the relationship between..." But I wasn't paying attention, I was now intertwining the new mysterious Adam into my imaginary scenarios that are always floating around in my head.

Authors note:
Sorry this is a REALLY short chapter but I will be updating soon!! Comment and vote I want to hear your ideas.
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