Ecstasy

Chapter 9

Calla:

I quickly took a seat just before class started. I could still taste my lunch in my mouth after a very boring recess break. I jumped down in a seat next to Mitchie. She gave me a smile as the teacher started droning.

I looked up and took a moment to read the title on the board.

"This term we will be focusing on World War One," our teacher, Mr Donnelly, pronounced to the class. So that's what those words said. A sudden knock on the door interrupted me from confusion over the letters.

"Good morning Mr Donnelly, I caught Shelley here, walking off school grounds when I was under the impression he was meant to be in your class," Mr Pollock, the school principal, said rather pompously.

Donnelly looked up over his glasses, "how nice of you to join us Tyson, please be seated."

A boy walked around Mr Pollock and into the room. I recognised his tall gait, scruffy hair. And sunglasses. As he walked passed I couldn't help notice almost all of the girls eyes follow him to the back of the classroom to where he sat down.

"Who's he?" I asked Mitchie noticing her gaze of desire as he walked past.

"Tyson Shelley," she snubbed, trying to hide her attraction.

"What's with the sunglasses?" I asked.

Mitchie looked back at him again. "Mitchie?" I asked when she didn't reply.

She turned back swiftly, "Probably another hangover." She pursed her lips.

I nudged her smirking, "You like him!" I whispered.

"I do not! He's, like, permanently hungover!" She denied immediately. She squirmed under my questioning gaze as I raised my eyebrows.

"Well who wouldn't? He's a spitting image of James Dean. And a just as rebel."

I laughed.

We both looked up as Mr Donnelly cleared his throat and the whole class quietened down.

"Tyson, glasses off please?" the teacher requested.

I looked back and watched as the dark haired boy groaned and pulled the frames from his face. He chucked them on his desk and leant forward on his elbows to shield his eyes with his hands. Presumably from the fluorescent lights.

I stared at him for a moment longer until he looked up. I felt my eyes widen as he looked straight at me. Whether it was the shock of how blue his eyes were, or at how much he looked like he was about to throw up, I quickly looked back to the front of the classroom. He did look hungover. But wow, I mouthed, was he good looking.