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The English Lessons : Randy

Rye's PoV

Year 11 is hard. I have so many lessons, so much homework and revision for my GSCE's that I barely ever get time to relax. I'm not what you would call popular. Our school doesn't really do that. We have a few popular girls and boys but that is only because they are chavs and apparently getting drunk when you're 12 is a cool thing to do. The popular people think that they are so perfect, so cool where the rest of the school think they are dicks.

We have the nerdy people, but this group isn't really assigned and just contains the boys who like D&D, Xbox and maths.

I don't belong in any category. I am one of those people who just want to stay out of the public eye and try not to draw attention to myself. I am one of those People that even if I am 100% certain that an answer is correct I still won't volunteer it for the class. I have my group of friends and I will rarely ever been seen without one of them by my side. My group consists of 7 girls and 3 boys (including me).

My favourite lesson, much to my friends dismay as they hate it, is English. I love the writing and poetry and being creative. But most of all, and I would never admit this to my friends, I love where I sit. We have a seating plan and I got placed by one of the nerds. I wasn't very happy with the decision at first because he wasn't one of my friends and we didn't even talk to each other and just got on with our work until about 3 months into the school year.

I sit next to the openly gay, nerd and exceedingly beautiful Andy Fowler.

The only reason we actually started talking was because one day I plucked up all the courage I had within me and tried to come up with a clever and well thought out conversation starter, but all my brilliant brain had to come up with was "how's it going?" He had looked at me with confusion at why I was now deciding to talk to him then happiness as I was now deciding to talk to him. He seemed delighted that one of us had finally taken the first step and started a conversation.

This small sentence had been the start of a very weird friendship. We call each other our friends but never talk outside of the wonderful English classroom. I may or may not have had the smallest bit of a crush on him but I pushed it aside and tried to become friends with him first.

During our many conversations about our families and our friends and what had happened for me to come in to class with a massive streak of mud running up the side of my leg (I had gotten carried away with wrestling Mikey and may have dragged us both down the muddy hill just after the rain had stopped) I managed to develop my crush and for it to grow. It wasn't tiny anymore, I really did like him. I tried to flirt but I'm not very good at it apparently so now I am just my usual self around him and we get along great. If he didn't already have a group of friends I would be more than happy to bring him into ours.

I'm not one of those people that will confess their feelings because I'm too scared of rejection. I'm too scared that if I tell Andy I like him he will want to stop being friends with me, so, for now at least, I sit in the back of the classroom and whisper to him so as to not disturb the rest of the bored class.

We are both pretty smart so we get the work done easily which leaves us with plenty of time to chat and share our funny stories. He then told me about how he broke his elbow jumping off of his shed claiming to be batman. I told him about when I lost my shoe down the drain when I was trying to get gum off the bottom of my shoe using the said drain to scrape against when it slid off my foot and fell straight to the bottom, which was just out of my reach.We have laughed more together than I think I have with most of my friends. I have a better relationship with him than I do with my parents. I find myself wishing for English to come sooner. Wishing for my precious hour I get to spend with him and just him.

I found out about a week ago that all of my friends, except Jack because he doesn't care and just fan girls to me about Brook (one of Andy's friends that Jack is insanely in love with), think that I have a crush on him. I am one of those people that will lie when it comes to their feelings, I will never tell my friends if I like someone just in case they make fun of me or tell him, that would be so embarrassing.

I found out yesterday that one of my friends while standing next to Andy had told him that I liked him. I wasn't very happy finding this out, how dare she just assume I liked him, I had denied it for so long and I wrongly assumed that they all believed me. No one actually knew for certain that I liked him, I had told everybody that we are just friends and I haven't told anyone about my true feelings. They had replied with "yeah but you always whisper to each other during lessons and it always sounds flirtatious" and I said "yeah, we whisper because we don't want the teacher to hear and how can me telling him to 'fuck himself' be flirting". We have a weird relationship that consists of us verbally abusing each other, but in a friendly way because we both know that the other doesn't mean it and because we both know that it is just our personalities that we do this. We can both dish it out and serve it just the same so we never take what is said to heart.

I confronted Andy about this, I told him that all of my friends think I like him, he responded with "I know because one of them told me and my friends do it too, apparently I talk to you too much and I talk about you too much"
I'm not gonna lie, this sent all the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. He talks about me to his friends and it's too much. Yay.

I asked him if he thought I liked him and he said "well, sometimes I think you could, but then I realise that it would never happen." He explains to me with a sad glint in his eyes.

"What do you mean that could never happen. Why not?" I ask him.

"Well, I'm not that lucky. Someone like you would never fall for someone like me. I would never have that much luck."

"So you think you're not good enough for me?" I asked him skeptical.

"No, I know I'm  not good enough for you. Have you seen you? You have gorgeous brown eyes that I could get lost in, you have effortlessly beautiful brown hair that always flows in just the right way. You have the best sense of humour that means that we could talk for hours on end and never run out of things to say and would always be laughing. The list goes on and on, I really like you but I know that you could never really like me."

"Shut up" I stated, disbelieving.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You think all of that about me? That is so cute. And I like you too, I have done for ages. I love your laugh that lights up the room, I love your daring personality that gets you into so much trouble. I love how you go against most stereotypes. I love how you like me back." I stated, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

"Really? You like me too?" He asks, completely dumbfounded.

I didn't reply, instead I closed the gap between us and pressed our lips together in urgent but caring way. We were still in the middle of our English lesson but at the moment I don't think either of us care. If I wasn't lost in his touch, his small hands on my cheeks and my larger ones on his waist maybe I would have been able to feel the gaze of 25 students staring at us. If I wasn't so lost in him I would be able to picture the knowing yet surprised faces of my friends, the confused one of all the others.

We broke apart to see that everyone was watching us, everyone wide eyed and gawking, even the teacher. It was just silence until Mikey stood on a chair and shouted "I knew it. I knew they liked each other. Charlie, you owe me a pound."
The rest of the class erupted into giggles at Mikey's statement but me and Andy were too lost in each other to really care about anyone else.

"So does this mean we're together now?" I ask him.

"I should fucking hope so." He laughs.

"Good" I say and peck him on the lips.

This is the start of one of the best love stories ever. Step aside Romeo and Juliet here we have Randy.