Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Seven - Classes

Thomas POV.

"Go ahead and have a seat next to our new student, Fleur. Make him feel welcome." Mr. Griffin says, nodding towards Thomas.

Thomas watches Fleur as she hesitates by the door. Her eyes flicker around the classroom, like she's looking for other empty seats. However, it's her bad luck - there are only two seats left open in the small classroom. One is next to Thomas and the other is directly across from Thomas. Finally, realizing she doesn't have much choice, Fleur walks into the classroom and takes her seat across from him.

The class sizes at Gandy were supposed to be very small, and the classes themselves are meant to be very interactive. As Thomas looks around the classroom, he would guess that there were probably around 15 to 18 students in this classroom. Most look like they're about his age. Perhaps a couple are younger. At each circular table, there appears to be six students.

Even Thomas had to admit the class sizes were going to be very nice. He didn't want to have to get to know hundreds of students here.

Mr. Griffin continues getting organized for his lesson. He steps over to the windows, closing them slightly, so they're only cracked now. Probably smart. The table sitting closest to the window keeps turning to look at the beautiful day outside.

Fleur is noticeably avoiding eye contact with Thomas. She's set a couple of notebooks on the table in front of her, and is very determinedly, meticulously writing something down at the top of her paper. He watches as her hand carefully dances across the page. For the second time, he notices all the stickers that cover the front of her notebooks. He recognizes Spiderman, Edward (from that dumb vampire book every girl seems to be so crazy about), the Harry Potter logo, and an "I Can Has Cheezburger?" cat.

He tries very hard not to think about how hot she looks in her school uniform. Her shirt is a little too tight, so it's nearly impossible not to look down at her boobs. She's wearing a shade of lip gloss that makes it look like she's been sipping wine all morning - or maybe that's just her natural lip color and the red uniform brings out the color more. And is that a scar or a birthmark near her collar bone?

"All right, class, let's get started." Mr. Griffin says, standing in front of the classroom. "I want to go around the room and have everyone do a quick introduction. The usual loathsome dross: your name, where you're from, your favorite subject in school, and then I want you to share something you're good at. Anything you're good at."

Mr. Griffin was already impressive to Thomas. His expansive vocabulary made him much more remarkable.

"So, I'll go first," Griffin says. "My name is Hank Griffin - you may call me Mr. Griffin, Griffin, or Griff, if you are making good grades in my class. I live about a ten minute drive away from Gandy, but I am originally from Sydney, Australia. Obviously, my favorite subject is English. And, according to my significant other, I am very good at folding laundry. Between us, though, I think she just says that so folding the laundry can be my chore. Now, let's start at this table over here..."

For the most part, the students that introduce themselves are wholly unexciting. In fact, they're down-right dull. Thomas couldn't imagine spending any extended amount of time with any of them. The most profound thing that comes out of any of their mouths is, "My mom says I'm good at hugging."

Which is an excellent thing to say if you would like to be tortured for the remainder of your high school life.

Then, it's time for Thomas to stand up and introduce himself. As he does, he can feel the studious eyes of Mr. Griffin on him. Griffin is obviously trying to size Thomas up. What kind of kid will he be? Not very high energy, but not quite apathetic. Thomas knew too well what most adults thought of celebrity children.