Megans POV
It may sound strange,because its not usually what I think about but I simple cannot get that boy out of my head,normally music and dance is drilled into my mind but that boy..he's just in my mind and won't budge ,not at all. I can't help but think of how he was looking at me, I may of had my head down but I did see him looking at me. I think deep down I was trying to pluck up even the tiniest percent of courage to actually speak to this mystery boy but then I remembered that this is me,I don't talk to people for a reason,ill just get distracted.
My whole lesson consisted of my thoughts and me tapping my foot on the floor,I dident even realise I was doing it until the person sat infront of me decided to turn around and kindly tell me to stop..and I say 'kindly' very lightly. My thoughts are interupted with the sound of the bell ringing in my ears,I look sound at the blank piece of paper,realising I took absolutely no notes at all,slacking is really not my thing and I'm disapointed to say the least. I get up and throw my book into my bag and make my way out of the class bumping into someone, making me drop my bag on the floor, I'd blame them but I was looking down so ill just keep silent .
"I urm I'm sorry" I say quietly, I'm actually surprised they even heard me
"No it was my fault" a voice replied,it was a guy, his voice quiet deep, I look up to be met with a familiar face,its him,that mystery boy..I've got to say,close up ,he isent bad looking at all
