The New Boy

Wow Lucky You..

The weekend went way too quickly for my liking but I think I wasted it by just sitting on my bed and staring at my phone to see if he would text me again, he didn't. Whatever anyway I don't care he can do what he wants. Who am I kidding, of course I care! I genuinely fancy the pants off him and it's becoming a problem, I can't concentrate on my work, I can't concentrate on what anyone is saying to me and the other day I put orange juice in my cereal. Good one Megs.

As per usual Megen picked me up for school and she was telling me about how Tristan was messaging her at the weekend.

"I think he might like me Megs." She squeeled.

"Wow, lucky you."

"Why are you being so grumpy lately?"

"Just,... Brad."

"Honestly Megs just forget about him he can't keep playing you around like this and making you feel shit about yourself"

"I know I just like him so much"

She nodded and gave me a sympathetic look then carried on driving. The rest of the way we listened to the radio play out Rixton's new song, but I can't remember what it's called.

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After a quick lunch we had Maths, oh this will be fun. Me and Aliee made our ways to the front corner of the classroom, I don't know why we always sit there, we just do. We patiently waited for everyone else to arrive by getting our exercise books out.

Once everyone was there Mrs Bailey started to ramble on about long division I think? Probably my least favourite subject. She then asked us a question and I few hands shot up around the class. I scanned the room to see who had their hands up when I felt a pair of big brown eyes on me. I caught eye contact with Brad who was sat at the other side of the classroom at the back and I couldn't handle the awkwardness so I turned straight back to the front. How long was he staring at me for? Does he do this every lesson? Does he like me?

"Megs, could you perhaps enlighten us with the answer?" Mrs Bailey interrupted my train of thought.

Fuck, I had no idea. I felt my cheeks heat up as everyone was staring at me, what do I say? Fuck fuck fuck she knows I wasn't listening.

"36.2" The all familiar Birmingham accent spoke up. He saved me, what is he doing? I turned around a caught eye contact again, but this time he shot a cheeky wink in my direction. What is going on? Brad Simpson stop messing with my feelings!

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Ok don't worry im getting frustrated with Brad too but in the next few episodes things get more excited.

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