We walked into the small box room which was the head teachers office,
"These young trouble makers have been disrupting my learning" Mr Gordon glares, the black office chair twists round and a young-ish man is sat in a black suit with a red tie hung tightly round his neck.
"Thank you Mr Gordon, you may return to your registration" the head nods. Sir gives us a final glare before exiting the room,
"Names" the head teacher said with no emotion in his voice,
"Tom, Andy, Dom, Skye and I'm Sam" Sam said, pointing to each of us as he said our names,
the head teacher sighed,
"Look, I'm very busy, so I'll just fill you in for detention after school with myself"
I was honestly surprised on how relaxed the head had been about the whole experience,
"Thank you Mr Pink" Tom smiled, shooing the rest of us out the office
"Thanks sir!" Andy yelled just as the door was slammed shut.
The first lesson on my agenda happened to be cooking, I honestly wonder why I picked it, I can't even make toast without setting the smoke alarm off.
I parted ways with the boys as they all went to their lesson, which conveniently for them was DT, which was right by the exit to the main school block.
I walked through the corridors till I reached my cooking room, the scent of Casserole filled the air surrounding the classroom, I could practically taste the chicken now.
My teacher noticed me loitering around outside the room,
"Skye Smith?" She questioned, I entered the room and grabbed an apron,
"That's me" I grinned,
smooth Skye
"Good, I'm Mrs.Drew and I'll be teaching you this year, you'll be sat next to Trent" Mrs. Drew beamed, I looked at the piece of paper in front of the teacher, containing a seating plan,
My name was scribbled down in the left top corner by a stove alone with only 'Trent' next to me.
"Hey" Trent smiled at me as I approached the cooking area,
"Hi" I waved awkwardly, I studied the boy in front of me, he had and Australian accent, blonde hair that had a slight spike to it, bright ocean blue eyes and whitened teeth.
I grabbed the ingredients from the fridge and started to cook,
"So as I'm going to be stuck with you for this year, I'd like to know a bit about you" Trent grinned,
"Stalker much" I joked, making Trent laugh,
"I promise not to use my stalker skills to use against you" Trent chuckles.
I start to stir the vegetables I've been chopping and placing in the saucepan,
"What do you want to know?" I ask
"Everything and anything" Trent replies with, flipping his tea towel over his shoulder?
"I don't really have a very interesting life bu-" Trent cuts me off,
"I'm going to stop you there, I believe no human in the world has a 'not very interesting life' there's only boring people"
"I'm a boring person then" I state,
"I refuse to believe that for one second" Trent states,
"Fine, I'm called Skye Smith, I'm 5"8, I've never had a boyfriend and I live with just my dad after my mum died of Cancer" I smiled, "now tell me about you"
Trent looked down into my eyes,
"Okay then, my names Trent Witten, I'm 6"2, I've had one girlfriend who I ended it with last year and I live with my mum, dad and younger sister" Trent winks, I smile at him,
"Trent, don't take this weirdly, but I literally love your accent" I laugh,
"Kangaroo, wallaby, boomerang" Trent says, all words native to his accent,
I burst into fits of laughter,
"So my accents funny now?!" Trent jokes, I shake my head, still laughing.
"Well I love your eyes, there blue like the sea" Trent smiles,
"You have a nicer blue than me, I have greyish eyes" I sigh,
I prefer your eyes than mine" Trent smiles, "bright eyes"
I stop stirring,
"Did you just call me bright eyes?" I ask, Trent nods,
"It's nickname for you, your no longer Skye to me your now bright eyes" Trent grins, as he puts his dish in the oven,
I place my Casserole under his and we set the timer for an hour.
"I need a nickname for you now" I grin to Trent,
"How's about Sexy one?" Trent jokes, I glare at him,
"No, maybe Aussie?" I suggest, Trent looks at me confused,
"Aussie because of your accent" I explain, Trent just shakes his head
"How's about I sleep on it" I laugh,
"You do that bright eyes" Trent smiles,
Wow, Trent seemed like one of those popular people who have no time for Peasants like me, but he's so nice.
"Trent, why are you being so nice to a dork like me, your obviously popular" I ask, Trent looks into my eyes, I feel electricity, Trent bites his lip and slowly leans in, I can smell his cologne lingering over his body, Trent looks at my lips and nervously leans closer
Is this what I want? Do I like Trent in that way?
Trent is inches away from my face I close my eyes and prepare for his lips to touch mine,
But it doesn't happen,
I continue to wait, I sense Trent's breath in my face,
"Not all popular people are dicks" Trent whispers before moving his face away and breaking into a deep laughter,
"I hate you!" I joked, slightly disappointed Trent didn't kiss me, even though I'm not sure if I have feelings for him, just to know what being kissed is like would be nice.
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Teen FictionThis is the story of Skye, Skye Smith. She was brought up without a mother and living with her drunk, abusive father. But that's a part of her life she won't tell anyone... when she moves to London her one wish is for her life to change, but leavin...
