Chapter 1
“Sometimes, you have to achieve your dreams by breaking the rules. Sometimes, you have to break you own heart just to find love…” The physiology teacher drowned on. Her hands waving all over the place as if to make a point. The dim lights in the class room, danced as the projector slid on a new slide. I looked at Ginny next to me, her dark blue eyes, drooping as the teacher continued with her rant. I prayed to God, Jesus and Allah, please make this class speed up.
On cue the bell rang, making the entire class stand up simultaneously and sprint to the door.
“I don’t understand all that bull about finding soul mates.” Ginny huffed as she picked up her rucksack and placed her books inside.
“I agree, I bet mines been run over by a bus” I groaned as I looked at my time table. “Oh God, Maths with Mr Jefferson.” Ginny raised her eyebrows but said nothing. The sympathetic look she gave me was enough.
Ginny and I had this understanding; say nothing about maths and you would live. It was common knowledge that Mr Jefferson was a post sociology teacher. The conversations that he had in that class where better left un said.
“I guess ill see you and Kara in the canteen” Ginny asked hopefully as she walked me to G4, Maths. I nodded and scowled as I looked inside the room. The room its self was nothing to get excited about, its dated furnishing gave the retro look that most students tended to avoid. The mathematic equations, that hung on the walls, said it all. This man was quiet latterly obsessed with pi.
“Wish me luck in there,” I muttered as I sauntered into the room, picking a desk at the back off the room. No need to get too close. Rumour has it, when he shouts he spits. No need to test that rumour out.
As the rest of the students filled into threw the double doors, Mr Jefferson hobbled in wearing what can only be described as a undertakers outfit. The room instantly hushed as he began asking questions about our summer. Nosy old git. No one raised their hands and the room stayed quiet as he began the register. Half way through it, just before my name, the door slammed open and Brody Bence sauntered in. Mr Jefferson stopped the register and looked him up and down.
“Ah, you must be Brody Bence?” He enquired as Brody scowled at him and began walking further and further into the room. Slouching in my seat, I prayed to Zeus this time, Please don’t let Brody sit here. Please don’t let Brody sit here. Please don’t let-
“Hello Princess.” A husky masculine voice came. Opening my eyes, which I didn’t know where shut. I came face to face with Brody Bence. In response I squeaked and looked around the classroom. Most people had turned around and now watched as the schools bad boy sat next to the schools nerd and social pariah.
“Where was I before I was interrupted? Ah yes- April Heson?” Mr Jefferson called out. Turning bright yes I called back out “Here sir”
Smirking Brody turned to me and asked to borrow a pen. Cowering in fear of this godly creature, I handed him the biro I was using and swallowed loudly. Turning his attention to the blonde bimbo in front off us, he completely ignored me.
For the rest of the lesson, I sat and watched Brody out the corner of my eye. His broad shoulders touched mine quite a few times, making me shrink into the chair. His sheet remained untouched and my thoughts drifted to his academic scores. Surely if he didn’t work, he had to be failing his classes? Maybe he was secretly clever and just acted all big and scary because of his ego?
Deciding I was thinking too much into Brody’s academic life, I turned my undivided attention towards the equations. With ten minuets left till the bell, I sat and waited patiently for it too ring. The ticks becoming louder with each second. Brody’s shaking left that hovered near mine became more annoying. Huffing, I moved my leg and crossed it over my other one, prying he would stop.
He didn’t.
He moved his leg over and placed it directly next to mine, the shaking increasing. Claming my hands shut, I turned to Brody.
“Can you please stop?” I asked quietly, brody raised his eyebrows and came closer, panicking instantly I moved my head away. “I mean you don’t have too but I would like you too. I mean you don’t have too listen, well your Brody Bence! I mean no offence but you don’t listen to anyone. Oh my god, you probably just took offence. Shit. Oh god. I didn’t mean to swear, Benny would be going mad. Oh shit. Oh god I swore again. Don’t eat Benny!” I gasped. Panicking, I turned red and looked away. The whole class was now looking at me and Brody looked like he had just witnessed a mental out break. Well that is if you call mouth diarrhoea a mental out break.
“Who’s Benny?” Asked Brody, snapping me out of my thoughts. Really that’s the only thing he remembered?
“Um no one?” I told him, but it sounded more like a question. I picked my bag up as the bell rang, feeling like a complete and utter idiot, I saluted him and sped walked out off the room.
I carried on speed walking until I came too a stop behind a corner. Panting, I grabbed hold off my bag and slid down the wall. Groaning, how stupid could I get? Now he knows about Benny, dear God, I hope he doesn’t eat my brother. Not that I’m saying Brody eats people, not like Hannibal hector. Now that’s just creepy.
Sighing I picked myself up off the floor and began navigating my way threw the crowds of people. The crowds began to get bigger and bigger. The noise getting louder and louder. Frowning I turned towards the nearest person.
“What’s going on?” I asked a jock, who looked like he was at a football game. His eyes where sparkling and he was shouting profanity’s at the ever expanding crowds.
“Fight, Bence verses Hodsun” The jock answered absentmindedly as the whole crowds burst into ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. I looked around, being small has its disadvantages. Huffing I shoved my way threw the crowds and came to a halting stop when I got a full view of Brody standing over Liam Hodsun’s body. His smirk was wiped off when Mr Jefferson and whole bunch off other teachers came.
After the crowds in the hall had disappeared, I walked outside, desperately needing too see Ginny. Her light brown hair became visable, racing towards her, I tripped over a branch and went falling down. Bracing myself for the impact, I stuck my hands out, and came face to face with the floor. Opening my eyes, my nose slightly touching the floor, I pressing hands and hoisted myself up. Shaking myself off, I turned around and walked straight into a wall. I pulled my hands away from it frowning. Walls didn’t breath and they certainly didn’t smell like cigarettes and cologne.
Cursing under my breath, I looked up and looked straight into the eyes, of Brody Bence. Panicking I stepped back.
Oh holy bird poo.
