I hate PE class.

Five

//That's Mya//

English is crap. The teacher is an irritating Hobbit who does the most ear splitting whistle I've ever heard. It's the closest noise to a dog whistle that humans can still hear. I hate him. The only good thing is the cute boy on the back row. I think his name's Lucca, well that's what he's been getting called anyway. Kyle notices me staring. "Yeah, Lucca's cute but that's where the charm stops. He's an asshole. That whole group is, well except Ni... Oh. I didn't tell you what one's my boyfriend, did I? The incredibly sexy one with the chestnut brown hair. The tall one. That's mine, it's a pity that he's the only one of them even remotely nice. But you'll figure that out soon. That's the group we run with. Just not in lessons because Barton is a homophobic twat." Well... For a shitty English lesson it was actually very informative. Turns out Barton goes off with his girlfriend at break and lunch instead of staying with his friends. Fine by me, he's the ugliest one of them all.
Science is a completely different situation. We actually have a seating plan, but I'm next to the cute boy from my English, and the desk over Kyle has been paired up with his boyfriend. It's adorable seeing them together, they're constantly flirting. I'm being poked, I turn to face Lucca and give him my flirtiest smile. "Yes?" I bat my eyelashes and he smiles, a genuine smile unlike how he smiles at the other girls. "I love your accent, Liverpool, isn't it?" I laugh and nod my head. "You're Mya. I'm Lucca, but you probably know that, I mean you're friends with Kyle and obviously he's going out with my friend and I'm sorry." He fumbles over the last half of that sentence and starts blushing. I smile at him and wink. Looks like science is going to be fun.