My Addiction

CHAPTER SIX

"Good morning class, I hope that everyone has started reading Lord Of The Flies by now." Mr Hart shouted above the noise well cleaning the black board.

"Each group needs to give me just a summary of how far they have read and what is happening in that chapter."

I watched people around the class answer Mr Hart questions honestly. It's times like this I am grateful I sit at the back. My first week of school was so hectic that I didn't even open the book not once.

"Morning Sherlock." Seth slide into his chair and pulled out his books.

Today he looked different then usual, his hair was a mess, his grey top was even slightly crooked. And if I didn't know any better I'd say he was breathing heavily.

I watched him run his hands through his fingers to straighten out his hair, I don't know why he would do that, he actually looks kind of sexy with his hair messy.

I turned away once I noticed I was steering way to long. A few minutes later, the mean from the party girl waltzed inside the class, with a slightly swing in her hips and a smirk on her face.

She looked in mine and Seth's direction and smirked even harder, like she won the biggest prize in the world.

Wait a minute, both of them where late, he comes into class looking like a mess and she comes in looking like she was the hottest thing that has ever walked the plant.

And let's not forget to mention how her clothes also looked slightly out of place. I chuckled and looked back at my book.

Of course Seth Black would not care about the consequences of having sex at school. I guess some people just don't have respect for themselves and others.

"Something on your mind Sherlock?"

"Nothing."

"Look Sherlock-"

"Why do you keep calling me Sherlock?" I turned and looked at him. And of course me snapping would only bring a smile to his face.

"That's not even my name or even remotely close to my name. Why do you keep calling me Sherlock?"

"I'll explain to you why I gave you that name, the day we became friends, until then you just have to deal with me calling you Sherlock." He said.

I huffed and turned back to my notes. Arguing with the guy isn't going to get me anywhere. I'm already behind in the novel and I need to focus.

I took down notes of everyone's opinions on chapter one and Mr Hart's feedback. At least I have a general idea of what's going on.

When the bell rang I packed up my things and practically ran out of the classroom.

"Sherlock!" Seth called out behind me.

"What?" I stopped and looked at him.

"When do you want to start working on the book?" He asked.

At least he cares about passing, because I completely forgot I need to work with him.

"Uhm... you can come over to my place," his face slightly cringed at the mention of my house, "Or we can go to your place." I quickly added.

"My place sounds great. You can come over at five."

He turned and walked off. I looked around and noticed people where staring at me and whispering.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my next class. I can't deal this school anymore. I walked into my history class, the one class where I'm alone and I thank god for that.