Desire

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JAY'S POV

Monday morning, the time when every teenager contemplates whether going to school is more important than sleep and upon reaching the same verdict that it isn't, still continues to get out of bed anyway, if a little reluctantly.

Every teenager but me.

I turn my head towards my alarm clock, which is ringing for the fifth time this morning, before realising that I have less that fifteen minutes to get ready to go to the prison we call school. I eventually swing my legs over the side of the bed and pull myself up, immediately wishing that I could slip back under the covers and go to sleep again. I hate school. I mean,what's not to hate? I wonder as I slip into yesterday's skinny jeans and pull on a clean white t shirt. Everyone is fake, hangs around in groups of people that they slag off behind their backs and no one is ever quiet. Apart from me. I'm still hoping that everyone will eventually follow my lead and shut up for once. It hasn't happened yet but it may do one day. I hope anyway, I can't deal with the bullshit that falls out the mouths of bitchy teenage girls and the jocks they swoon after.

Grabbing my bag and slipping on my muddied vans, I run down the stairs, adamant to not be the last one in form again. Although I may hate school, I try to turn up relatively on time because arriving last makes you the teacher's personal slave, and I really can't be arsed to deliver notices to the other forms.

Locking the door behind me, I walk through my unkempt garden and along the road to school. I usually go through a more scenic route on the way so that I can avoid seeing my fellow pupils but that way takes longer and considering how late I am already, I doubt I'd see anyone anyway.

Plugging my earphones into my ears, I turn the volume up on full to try and
drown out the noise of the world around me. Strangely,the sound of cars and the incoherent gossiping between neighbours has never been a soundtrack I particularly enjoyed listening to, so I choose electric guitars, drum solos and screaming instead.

Sadly, even my music can't drown out the noise of the school bell signalling
the beginning of form time as I enter the school grounds. Once again, I'm
late. Cursing under my breath, I turn off my music and walk through the
eerily quiet car park and approach my form, readying myself for the 30 pairs of eyes that will turn my way as I enter and the hushed whispers and murmurs that will ripple through the classroom.

"Jay Walker, late once again are we?"

I mumble my apologies as I shuffle towards the back of the class to get to my seat before being stopped by Mrs Anderson's shrill voice telling me to deliver notices again. Heaving my bag back onto my shoulder, I stalk to the front of the class and collect the papers, before hurrying out of the door leaving high pitched giggles behind me. With a sigh I hurry with my head down to the other 15 forms in the block, dropping off the letters as I go. As I approach the last form, a broad shoulder knocks into my own causing me to drop my papers.

"Shit, I'm sorry" says an unfamiliar voice. Content with not starting conversation, I kneel down to pick up the papers wishing whoever owns the
unfamiliar voice to just walk on, but instead he kneeIs down with me and helps me gather my stuff.

"What's this for?" He asks. I roll my eyes and ignore him, grabbing the papers out of his hands before standing up.

"Don't you talk or something? Like a mute? Shit, are you deaf, I know some
sign language one sec" I looked up to face him and my breath caught in my throat. He was beautiful. He had blonde hair that slightly covered one eye which were so blue they mimicked the colour of crystal sea waters. His nose was small and cute and he had the most radiant smile which was, at this moment, directed towards me.

"Nope, I'm not deaf. Just busy. " I responded, watching him smile in relief that he doesn't have to attempt sign language as a small blush started rising up his neck. "I've not seen you around before, you new?" I ask, wondering what is compelling me to speak considering I've barely said this much in my entire schooI life.

"Yea" he replied "My name's Ash"