Heart Strings <3 ~Complete

Heart Strings Chapter Three

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Better be quarrelling than Lonesome.

Irish Proverb

I narrowed my eyes, watching as he sauntered out of the room, bag swinging against his hip, blazer rolled up to his elbow, (he was no doubt going to be badgered by some teacher with the life points of -2000,) dark grey trousers not obscene as most guys these days (why?) but still at boxer spotting level (Calvin Klein, no less), and long-ish black hair in state of boy-with-no-brush/complete-and-utter-cuteness-skater-boy type thing.

Over all, not bad. But I knew the real-

What the-!

Mrs. MacLeod and other randomers who were still in class looked at me disapprovingly, (well, only Mrs. MacLeod did, everyone else just looked at me like, ‘man, you whack?’ and stalked off,) when I realized I’d just said that aloud.

But of course I had a reason. I do not just go screaming stuff out loud. Much. 

Sammie was whispering with some guy with spiked blonde hair, -and they were both laughing in an incredibly cute way, but that was not the point- I heard, or rather saw, her say “Ian”. (I’m a good lip reader, you see.) Was he not part of the Horns? What part of the plan was this exactly?

I stumbled out of my chair and caught up with Sammie and The Mystery Ian just as she said, ‘’Kay! Yeah, that’d be great!’ and waved him off with a Special Sammie Smile.

‘Sammie! Who was that?’

‘Ian Donnings,’ she said, matter-of-factly and began walking.

I trundled behind her, annoyed, ‘you said you wouldn’t talk to them, that I should…’

‘Yah,’ she giggled, ‘but Ian is Cute! Did you see that face? And his tush..?’

‘You are sick,’ I huffed, but it had to be said, she was right about the cute face and the-

‘Anyway, what are you complaining about, now you don’t have to talk to the other guy.’

‘We-ell, I already have, and it turns out he is a complete dickweed. We can’t do anything with them.’ I told her, sternly.

‘No he’s not, Ian knows him and he was saying he is the best leader ever. He’s their leader you know. Strange how you guys sit next to each other and-’

‘No! What’s wrong with you?’

‘Nothing. Besides, I’m almost late for English. Everything will be fine.’ She said optimistically before winking and blowing me a Special Sammie Air Kiss. ‘See you at break.’

I turned around confused on what to do and walked all the way to English tossing the Sammie and her Tush-Boy Problem about in my head.

Once in English, I sat at the back seeing as Adam (Tabby’s twin brother) was ill, (unfortunately next to the I-think-I’m-bad-but-I’m-really-not-and-probably-sleep-with-a-teddy-at-home- crew of guys who I’d totally forgotten sit there,) unwilling to even sit in the middle considering the fact that I had a lot to think about.

We were on the subject of Jane Eyre –which I thought was incredibly romantic (I’m a sap for a good romance,) and normally listened to- but sometimes there were major ‘stuff’ to think about instead. You know?

About six minutes into the lesson and guess who popped in, casually as ever?Nathan. That’s who.

It was like he was stalking me! I didn’t even know he was in this lesson. Inevitably, Mr. Watson got narky.