Skinny Jeans

Chapter 2

Chapter two: Who invented the alphabet?

"I swear she's had more plastic surgery than teaching experience."

Both Diane and Abby let out a short series of giggles at my comment; I didn't quite understand why they were trying to keep quiet anyway.

The classroom was complete and utter chaos. If this is what the underworld was going to look like for me, I'd like a refund on my current life.

You see, our class is one of the most academically bright and promising of all the school. Trouble is, we sure know when to take the piss. New teachers meant fresh meat to play around with, and the poor excuse for one standing before me was hardly an exception.

"Silence! Enough, all of you!" Her voice rang out. I cringed in my seat.

She had one of those annoyingly high pitched voices that should only ever be used in a theatre arts performance. It was blatantly obvious that her American accent was as fake as the thick black lashes she was wearing. I began to imagine that if Barbie lived on to her thirties, this would be a pretty close replica.

The noise continued for a further twenty seven seconds, before finally quieting down. I presumed it was more out of boredom than anything else; I knew I sure wanted this to just be over with.

Mrs Barbie Doll straightened up; flashing her bleached white teeth in a breathy smile as she smoothed out her tacky yellow outfit.

"Now," she began. God, I could already feel myself loosing brain cells just from her voice.
"I'm Ms More, your new English teacher whilst Mrs Lyth is on maternity leave."

I began to really hate whoever got Mrs Lyth knocked up.

"Since I don't know any of you, I'm going to get you all to sit in your registration order." She announced; the light reflecting off of her teeth seeming brighter than my future right now.

She put the registration list on the board and we all fell silent, seeing whom we would be seated beside.

Fuck.

The desks were laid out in neat rows of two across the room. My last name began with a K. That meant I would either be sat next to Abby...

Or him.

As people started moving off into their seats I began to get hopeful. There was as much chance as me sitting next to him than there was for me sitting with Abby; I should just stop worrying and hope for the best.

Sadly thinking positively was one thing I was completely and utterly shite at.

I caught sight of Abby, she had already sat down beside Oliver Hartly.

Well that's me fucked.

I dragged my heels as I took my seat in the row behind her, waiting to be graced with his presence.

"Hi Haley." An utterly sexy low voice purred from behind my left shoulder.

I let out a shaky exhale and dug my nails into my wrist from under the table.

"Hey Matthew." I replied; keeping my expression blank and my head straight.

Honestly fuck whoever invented the damn alphabet. And also fuck Matthew Mann.