I sit in silence, my head buzzing.
It's so loud in here, I think, watching the rowdy kids flick balls of paper at each-other and stick chewing gum to the underside of their desks. I sigh and pull out my books, although I don't know what kind of math we're doing today. So I stack them all on my desk, so I can find the right one when the time comes.
The door to the side of the room opens and everyone jumps to their seats. The silence amazes me. A tall man with brown hair and glasses smiles at us warmly. "Good morning, students," he says.
To this, everyone choruses; "Good morning Mr Harrington." Except me, of course. "So, today we will be looking at the vast world of algebra. In specification, collecting like terms. Everyone ple-oh yeah, don't we have a new student here today?" he asks, his eyes searching the room. "I-it's me, Mr Harrington," I say, croakily. I see his eyebrows raise a tiny bit. Only slightly. But it's enough to make me understand what he's thinking.
He's gonna say my name any minute. Think fast, Michelle.
"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to M-"
"MJ," I blurt, before I can think. "I'm MJ."
Mr Harrington blinks. "Right, MJ." I breathe out. The Guatemalan guy looks round at me and sniggers. "Is something funny, Flash?" asks Mr Harrington. He gestures at the books piled on my desk. "She just looks prepared, that's all," he says, still laughing. A wave of giggles circulates around the room. "Let's get on with the lesson, shall we?" announces Mr Harrington, clapping his hands promptly.
Everyone settles down and the lesson begins.
A few minutes in and I'm already starting to doze, so I busy myself by scrutinising people. I look from face to face, until someone catches my eye.
A boy with curly brown hair, light brown eyes and a chiselled jawline is passing notes with that fat Asian dude from earlier, who's chuckling next to him. I blink.
Damn, he's cute.
I keep staring until he checks around the room for anybody catching onto their mischief, and my head whips around so fast I almost break my neck. "Ouch," I whisper, rubbing it. I try to concentrate on what Mr Harrington is saying.
"OK, can anybody tell me the answer to 3b + 4c - 7b - 9c?" he asks, gesturing for a show of hands. I raise mine timidly. "MJ?" he asks, tentatively. I answer slowly, my throat thick. "4b + 5c?" I suggest. "Correct! TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"
He waits for them to laugh. A few people smile weakly. (For all of you who have read the books).
The rest of the lesson is a total blur, with Mr Harrington droning on and on and on. When the bell rings at last, I dash to the cafeteria for something to eat. I'm starving. Note to self: always listen to mom. I grab a cheese sandwich and find an empty corner. I look up and see Tracy weaving in and out of tables, headed straight for me.
She sets down her tray and slides into the seat opposite. "So, how was first period?" she asks, smiling. I shrug. "Sort of, I dunno, different, in a way."
"Trace!" the cute guy from earlier is beckoning her. "I'd better go. Coming Pete!" I nod understandingly. She grins and runs over to greet him and the fat Asian dude, and they take a seat together. I clench my teeth. Wow. They start talking together quickly, and I can't help but overhear. "Anyone up for Delmar's tomorrow?" asks Peter. "I'm down," says Tracy, leaning on her elbows. "Sure, but I'm not sure if I'll get my homework done in time," says the other guy, looking depressed. "Aw, Ned, don't be sad, we can go to Delmar's anytime, buddy," says Peter, laughing.
I start watching now.
"You now what drink I'm gonna have," he says, flashing a cheeky smile that makes me feel weird inside. "Yeah, I sure as hell do..." replies Tracy. There's a pause of them staring at each-other. Then they say in unison;
"A strawberry crush with marshmallow fluff on top!"
They set off laughing heartily, and I'm actually aching to join them. "You know it!" chuckles Peter. Then he turns around. There's no time for me to look away, so I just start staring at him. He stares back. He eats a fry whilst maintaining his gaze. Then, like a miracle sent from above, I'm saved by the bell. I turn away slowly and awkwardly. Shit, that was bad. My eyes follow them as they leave the room together.
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Soooo! Dat's it for da second part oWo, please let me know any suggestions or requests in the comments, there's a huge chance that I'll incorporate them into this fanfic!
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