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Two

James wasn't at school the next day. I walk into math's first and sit in my my seat alone at the back of the classroom. Shoving  my earphones I wait for the rest of the class to dawdle in. Half way through the lesson a boy walked in and handed a note to the teacher, his dark brown hair was cut short around the sides but long at the top, the tiniest bit of wax holding his fringe from his eyes, he wore the grey school shorts but had swapped the school blazer for a plain black hoodie. The teacher introduced him to the class and pointed him towards the only free seat in the class, the one next to me.

 As he sat down the teacher caught him up on our latest algebra problem. I had slipped my earphones in while the teacher wasn't watching.  He picked up my phone and turned it on showing the cover for deep purples smoke on the water,

"You hot waste," he mumbled, I take my earphones out.

"Pardon!"

"You've got taste, in music?" His brows furrow questioning my question.

"Oh, thanks," I mumbled as he looked up from the screen he looked at my eyes, his were deep blue and a glimmer of light green around the pupil leached into the sea of blue, for a moment we were both stunned by each other's eyes until the teacher called out and told us socializing was for the playground, who calls it a playground these days seriously were not in kindy.

"Yea, Sorry Miss I forgot we were in kindy,"he shoots back at her. Not seeming to care if he gets in trouble. He must have read my mind, the entire class laughs as if he had just beat the teacher in the Olympics at comedy. She gave him a stern look and scolded him.

On the way to science I took my private short cuts that no one ever used. I had a shadow though, I stopped in my tracks, the boy stopped beside me and smiled

"What do we have now, dress ups?" he exclaims mocking the teacher.

"Funny. Look I missed your name before I had my ear phones in, and we have science." I snap. I start to walk away.

"My names Jules" he calls out trying to catch up to me. "You're very rude, you know!" 

"Pardon!"                                                                                                                                               

"Usually when some says there name the polite thing to do is introduce yourself as well,"         

"My names Sammy, now what do you want?" I snap at him again.

"I want you to be polite is that so much to ask?"                                                                               

"For me? Yes." He gives me a yet again another weird look, like I had just told him the particle theory of atoms for the first time. 

"You're funny." He said with a grin so perfectly shaped it belonged in a magazine; I looked away going red with the thought. 

"Class is this way," 

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Jules sat with me in every class and at lunch time talking to me about everything that was anything, it was nice I guess, to have someone so interested to talk to me; but weird at the same time, all the girls hated me because I was top  of the grade in everything including sport but, I didn't care, at all. I would rather sit down all day with a canvas in front of me painting. Where as they wanted to sit and do math's equations because they were supposedly the smartest girls in the state, smarter than the snobby St. Mary Theresa girls even. Both ways I was despised and I didn't care.

"You're good at that."  Jules interrupts my thoughts while we are packing our visual arts work up before the home bell.                                                                                                                              

"What?"     

"I said you're good at that," he points to my drawing pad "drawing." I looked down at my Dragon it wasn't my best but it was impressive. "Hmm whatever, it's not my best,"    

"If that's no your best, I want to see better cause that's pretty damn amazing!"    

"Thanks." 

After the bell went we walked to the bus stop on the main street, "What bus do you catch?" I ask. My curiosity taking over.                                                                                                                                              

"Any one I want I guess, I've never caught the bus home before."                                              

"What do you mean?"                                                                                                                                       

"At my old school I caught the train."                                                           

"Where did you go to school?"                                                                                                                                                       

"James Gate Boys high."                                                         

"Never heard of it."

"Not surprising it's in America." 

"You're from America!"                                                                                   

"Nup, Australian born and bred I only lived in America for 10 or so years."                                                         

"Oh, ok still cool that you got to live there." I laugh as my bus pulls up to the curb "See you tomorrow I guess," as I walk onto the bus Jules watches for a few seconds before walking off down the street.

"Weird child." I whisper to myself barely audible.

"Who's your new boyfriend Einstein," my shoulders drop and a shiver runs up my spine as my good mood evaporates. I sit down in the only seat where no one else is sitting ignoring her.

"What did you do hire a model to make you look cool." she called again. Amy Carle is one of the girls from my math's class. She was seated across three boys laps sniggering at me from the back seat. The bus skidded to a holt and one of the the boys ruffled my hair with a rough hand as he walked down the bus to the door.

"You're going to have to do a better job at looking sexy if you want anyone to like you Rat Bag." He called as he walked off the bus.