She's the one

English

Tom's view;
I haven't heard from Joey since last night, that's not like him. I cook my self some pot noodles to eat before brushing my teeth & going to bed. The idea of classes starting tomorrow actually kill me. The only two I'm looking forward to is music & pe. Why did I even think about taking English & business. I hated both subjects at school, why would I like them now in university? I wonder to my self as I fall asleep.

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"Fuck! What!" I shout as I fall out of bed when I hear my alarm. I wasn't expecting that, I forgot I had even set it. 8 am is too early for me to be getting up. I hear a quiet laugh from the other side of the room to see Joey laughing at me.
"You alright there Tom?" He laughs.
"Fuck off, but I'm gonna have a lovely bump on the top of my head" I say & a even bigger laugh comes out from his mouth.

Joey doesn't start until 10, yet he is up & getting ready at 8. I don't get it, why? I would be sleeping. I'm late already, I jump out the door tying up my shoe laces as my bag scratches on the floor as I pull it.
"Have fun dude" Joey shouts at me.
I finally done my shoe laces & put my back over my shoulder before running to English.

I walk into English & the class is split up, one half is the geeks & the other is for the people that don't really care. I walk right to the back & sit on my ones.
"Right, so i'm Mr fullem. You should all know how to act you're 17 years old, I'm not going to tell you. Right so open the book & start reading, once you get to the questions answer the questions then i'll tell you want to do" he says. This lesson will be a breeze if this is what it will be like all the time. I start playing around with my pen tapping it on the desk. I get the exercise book that I guess I should be writing the answers down on & start to write.

The door swings open & I hear a breathless girl.
"So sorry I'm late sir. Where do I sit"
I recognised the voice but didn't want to look up.
"Anywhere, you can pick" Mr fullem says.
"Thank you sir" I keep going over the possibilities that i could be completely wrong about who it is to find out I was completely right. Demi was in my English class. This isn't going to be a breeze no longer.

I keep catching my self staring at Demi. I mean, how does he expect me to not stare at her, she is beautiful & the last image I have of her is crying & punching at my chest.

The lesson seemed to drag, that had to be the last 2 hours of my life, watching Demi laugh, smile & talk with the people around her. All I've managed to do is make her cry. The bell couldn't off gone at a more perfect time. I collected all of my things & ran out of the door - literally.
"Is there someone called Tom in this class?" Demi asked the girl she was sitting next to but I could only just hear it. I was going to drop this class for her. But she saw me running out. I have never jumped down some stairs quick enough.