5
I tried to be wary around James in my next English lesson. I didn't speak to him as I sat down and even though he smiled at me I didn't smile back, I silently got out my books and stared at the front.
'Is Mr Fuller usually late?' he asked, drawing something in the back of his book lazily as I felt him look at me.
I shrugged 'sometimes' I said simply, my heart hammering soo hard in my chest I was surprised James couldn't hear it and feel it's vibrations.
'My teachers were never late at my old school' he said, his intense, deep eyes still fixed on me. I shivered privately.
'This isn't your old school' I replied, taking out a pen and scribbling on a scrap piece of paper to stop myself looking back at him.
'I know' he replied. If it was possible, the more I tried to avoid him the more perfect and amazing James became, the more irresistible. 'So what about you Amy?' he asked.
'What about me?' I said, allowing myself a glance in his direction and having to catch my breath just to look. I let my hair slide in front of my face, a curtain between us.
'What do you like, not like. You know?'
I shrugged 'I like some stuff and don't like others' I said.
I saw him smile through my hair 'what subjects do you like?' he asked.
'Umm, art' I said 'that's pretty much it.'
'I like English' he said.
'Really' I half laughed, tucking my hair behind my ears and looking at him to see if he was being serious 'why?'
'I love literature' he said 'the older the better. Shakespeare and people, I think it's amazing it's like their sending us a message from the past, you know?'
'I suppose, not to get confused when faking your own death and don't go around killing Scottish Kings, great life lessons there.'
'I don't quite think that was what Shakespeare had in mind, but yeah I guess you've got the right idea' he grinned and my heart fluttered. How could I be careful while I was around James? I could only take the most dangerous option.
'Tell me more about yourself' I said.
'Umm, what do you want to know?'
'Hobbies, pets, embarrassing moments you know general.'
'Okay' he said, thinking for a moment 'I like sketching things, I play the guitar, I've never been allowed a pet and I like pizza. Your turn.
'I like pizza as well' I said 'and I like drawing, but I can't play the guitar or any instrument an that's pretty much it. I'm pretty boring.'
'I don't think you need extracurricular activities to be interesting, you just need to actually be an interesting person.'
'I suppose' I replied, wondering whether he knew that I wasn't an interesting person at all.
'I hope we can be friends' he said, not sounding like he really cared how interesting I was.
'I hope so too' I replied, stupidly then cursed in my head still smiling at James. I wasn't being careful, why wasn't I being careful? What was wrong with me? Then I realised that I didn't care what Matt said because James was perfect, all I had to be careful of was him losing interest in me.
The bell rang but me and James carried on talking into break, every girl we passed staring at us longingly. Even Danielle Adams who gave me the worst look I'd ever gotten, I knew that she would make me pay for it but I didn't care. Everything was better and more exciting when I was around James, like he cast a spell over my world, shining a light even in the tiny gaps and deepest shadows. At least everything was better until we passed Micheal.
