Yay, maths! I'm not even being sarcastic. Most people don't like maths, and think I'm weird for it being my favourite subject, but I'm good at maths, I actually understand it. I also don't have to endure that bunch of pigs and their little sluts because I'm in the top class, and I doubt that some of them know what 1+1 is... So I made my way to maths, a smile on my face for once and opened the door to my class. But what I saw when I entered the small, kind-of-smelly classroom was so awful I felt frozen, as if I couldn't take another step.
"Well, I hope you don't find this class too hard, Lucas, we are a couple of steps ahead of your old class," Mr Smith says to the tall blonde boy standing in front of him.
"It's Luke, not Lucas," Luke mumbled.
"Well, Luke, the only seats left are," he paused to check the seating plan at his desk before continuing, "three at the front here," he pointed them out, "and one at the back over there," he pointed his fat little finger over at the seat next to mine.
"Yeah, I think I'll go for the back," Luke said rolling his eyes and going to sit down.
"Are you coming in or not, Haylee?" Mr Smith asks impatiently.
I nod, barely able to utter a word. I walked over to the seat beside Luke, my seat, and noticed him scowling at me as I pulled the chair out from under the table. I sat down and looked to my left, out the window with only a view of the grubby road and stayed quiet. The rest of the class took their seats, a few girls looking back at Luke and smiling flirtatiously. He winked back at them. You have a girlfriend! I thought to myself. I'm not an expert on relationships but I wouldn't like my boyfriend, if he existed, to be winking at other girls. But maybe that's just me?
The teacher gave Luke a test to see what kind of level he was at and, I couldn't help but notice, Luke is really smart. Like, a lot smarter than I ever gave him credit for. I was lost in my thoughts, but a cough soon pulled me out of them. I looked up and saw Luke glaring at me.
I bit my lip, "sorry," I whispered.
Wow. How could this get any worse?
The teacher left the room to 'go and photocopy something' but I think he's going for a quick smoke. The classroom erupted into noise. I couldn't make out what anyone was saying really, there was just a buzz of voices. No one was talking to me anyway. One conversation, however, did catch my attention.
"Oi! Hemmings!"
"Yeah? What?"
"Is it true you and Lilly broke up?"
"Yeah, she was a clingy bitch. I had to get away from that bear trap."
Okay, so Luke can wink at whoever he wants, I guess. It's all the same to me.
The teacher came in soon after that, reeking of tobacco. I think my theory may be right. He looked around the class and his eyes stopped on me. Or was it Luke? I looked over to see that Luke had a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
"Get that out of your mouth in class!" The teacher yelled, "there's no smoking in the school building!"
"Would you believe me if I told you it was a metaphor?" Luke smirked.
"Get to the head master, now!"
Wait! Music is after maths, so will Luke miss music, or at least most of it? I really hope so. I'm definitely asking to switch partners.
