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I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body and I jerked back. He was unfazed by this and continued, âDo you remember me?â This question took me by surprise. Should I remember him? I was pretty sure that if I had seen him before, I would have remembered. I looked into his eyes; they were wide and eagerly awaiting my answer. Then I realized, his eyes, his glowing, green emerald eyes that sent me into a trance the last time I stared into them. It was him, the boy who I almost ran over.
âYes, you jumped in front of my car earlier. Do you have a death wish or are you just plain stupid?â His eyes narrowed and the eagerness in them disappeared. They were unreadable but I knew that what I had just said wasnât what he wanted to hear. I ran over what I had said and realised that I might have offended him.
âSorry, I didnât mean to call you stupid, or offend you its just that I get a bit worked up when I nearly kill someone,â After I said it he just laughed. Not obnoxiously like I had just fallen flat on my face or spilled a drink over me. It was a quiet laugh to himself, like I had said something funny that only he would understand. Whatever he thought was funny I didnât get it.
âOh no, you didnât offend me and donât worry you didnât nearly kill someone.â As far as I knew nearly mowing someone over with my car counts as nearly killing someone. What he thought was dangerous and what I thought was dangerous were obviously two very different things. I didnât push the subject further; clearly he was just one of those daredevils that live their life with the insane idea that they are invincible.
Mr Burton had set up his stuff before Matt and I could say anything more to each other
âCould everyone please get out their copy of Pride and Prejudice.â Mr Burton said. I groaned as searched through my bag for my copy.
âYou donât like Jane Austin?â Matt asked after hearing my groan of complaint at this terms reading material.
The first though that ran through me head was: he knows Jane Austin? I mean, I know sheâs like one of the greats when it comes to literature but trust me, if you asked half of the boys in my class who wrote Pride and Prejudice, fifty percent wouldnât know, thirty percent would know but wouldnât admit it and the other twenty percent were â how do I put this nicely? â Actually interested in English literature (geeks) or guys in tune with their feminine side (gays) â sorry to be so blunt. I know you should judge people based on appearance, books and covers and all that, but I had pretty good intuition (not to mention what Rose would call a gay-dar) and I was not getting any homosexual vibes from him nor did he radiate the geeky vibe. Confident, insanely good-looking, nope, no geeky signs.
âNo, I love Jane Austin. Itâs just, well, Pride and Prejudice annoys meâ I know I shouldnât have said that. Only a freak could get annoyed at a book.
âWhy?â I donât blame Matt for wondering, Pride and prejudice is a great book, a classic but I couldnât help feel irritated when I read it â and yes I had read it before, whilst other girls were going out, bogging, twittering, texting and other activities youâd expect of a teenager, I spent my time reading. Itâs OK though; I acknowledged my geeky-ness and was proud of it which was exactly why I was under no delusions that I had any chance whatsoever with the new boy. He was miles out of my league. However there was no reason why I couldnât just talk to him.
âYour going to think Iâm stupid but Elizabeth and Darcyâs relationship just aggravates me. I mean, they obviously love each other but their so worried about what other might people think, they refuse to admit to their feelings. I just think that if you truly love someone you shouldnât care what anyone else thinks and you should just say how you feel.â He was silent; I knew he thought I was stupid to get so worked up about a book.
âVery insightful.â Whoa, I wasnât expecting that reply. I was waiting for a âyour right that is stupidâ or âUmm, Yeah, whateverâ and then muttering âgeekâ under his breath. Thatâs what most boys would have said but not him, maybe he was different.
âHey, Iâve forgotten my copy, first day and all,â he said with a shrug. âCan I share yours?â I was just about to say âYes, of course,â and then spend the lesson focusing more about the hot boy that was inches away, daydreaming, fantasising about that could never be mine, instead of actually reading the book but before I did, I looked down to his open shoulder bag. Inside was a copy of the book and I realised that he very well knew it was in there. I pointed to his open bag and said,
âIsnât that your copy there?â
He looked down, took out his copy and then replied, âOh, I guess I didnât forget it after all,â He smiled at me again. Then it occurred to me, anyone who could think up a scheme like that so quickly must have experience in that sort of thing. He was flirting with me and I had fallen for it. Why was he bothering with me though? I shook that thought off. It didnât matter why, I was just sure that no matter how charming or hansom he was, I couldnât let myself caught up in his little game. He was a player and I was nothing more than an easy target.
I spent the rest of the lesson ignoring his existence, like it was any other English lesson. However, even after pretending he wasnât there, I was still filled with relief when the bell rang and I could get away from him. Just like I had thought, as soon as the bell rang our table was surrounded by every girl in the class, all of them fighting for Mattâs attention. It was difficult to get out of the class room at first, I had to barge my way through the crowd but after I broke free from the impenetrable wall of girls it was easy enough to walk to the door. Just as I was about to leave the class room, I heard a voice from behind me.
âAng,â Mattâs voice was struggling to be heard over all of the girls. He pushed through the gathering and walked over to me. After realizing who he was talking to, all of the girls fell silent. He walked right up to me and stood a bit closer than I would have liked. I felt every single one of the girls glare at me, all of them filled with jealousy, all of them envious that I was the one who he was interested in.
âAng, Iâll see you soon,â I was slightly confused. Why go to so mush trouble just to say âIâll see you soonâ? Why bother? I didnât know what else to say so I just added
âI doubt it.â Which I did. We didnât have English again until Monday, which I wouldnât say was âsoonâ and the chances that we would have any other lessons together were slim. We seemed too different to have chosen the same subjects and even if we did we would probably be in different classes anyway. I didnât ponder about what he had meant for long, in fact, it only took the time taken to walk from the English block to the Maths block before I discovered what he meant.
I reached my maths class room to find him leaning in the doorway, smirking.
âI told you Iâd see you soon,â Oh, I bet he thought he was hilarious. How funny that he knew that we both had maths. Not.
âHow did you know that we had maths together?â These were the words that came out of my mouth but what I was really thinking was Oh crap; now I have to spend ten hours a week trying to ignore this pompous jerk and his annoying flirtatious stunts. What now? Maybe heâs forgotten his calculator. He tapped his nose and said, âThatâs for me to know, letâs just say that I have a friend in the officeâ What did that mean? Did he get someone in the office to tell him my class schedule? No, thatâs impossible, we only met today and he only found out my name about an hour ago. Unless, we had met before. Maybe thatâs why he asked if I remembered him, maybe thatâs why his eyes looked familiar. Surely if I had met him before I would remember, wouldnât I? I couldnât figure him out; everything about him was mysterious and cryptic. That was another reason why I couldnât let him get to me; he was bad news.
I was so happy to see the boy who I sat next to take his seat. At least I wouldnât have to sit next to him in this lesson. Saffron also had maths with us and when she saw Matt talking to me in the doorway she was not happy. She approached us with fury in her eyes. I really thought she was going to start on me for talking to Matt. The girls in our school had a monarchy, Saffron was at the top. Nobody messed with her, she was the queen bee and she got what she wanted. Unfortunately for me, she wanted Matt. For all I cared she could have him, it would make life a hell of a lot easier for me but Matt just didnât seem interested.
She walked over, flaunting her mini skirt, trying to draw Mattâs attention away from me. He was staring at me, watching my face react to his last statement and figure out what he meant. He was so wrapped up in analysing my expression that I doubt he even noticed Saffron or her mini skirt. Saffron recognised that she wasnât being noticed, as they say desperate times call for desperate measures and what she did next could only be described as desperate. She walked right up to the door and launched herself forward, falling into Mattâs arms. She made it look like I had tripped her up just so that she could play the damsel in distress.
I wondered if she had felt the electricity I had felt when we touched. I wondered how it felt to be in his arms. No, that train of thought was going somewhere that I didnât want to go. The electricity was just an electric shock caused by static. It had nothing to so with his touch. My stubbornness would prevail. It had to. I wasnât going to let him win. I couldnât even believe that I was thinking this because at the same time that
âYes, you jumped in front of my car earlier. Do you have a death wish or are you just plain stupid?â His eyes narrowed and the eagerness in them disappeared. They were unreadable but I knew that what I had just said wasnât what he wanted to hear. I ran over what I had said and realised that I might have offended him.
âSorry, I didnât mean to call you stupid, or offend you its just that I get a bit worked up when I nearly kill someone,â After I said it he just laughed. Not obnoxiously like I had just fallen flat on my face or spilled a drink over me. It was a quiet laugh to himself, like I had said something funny that only he would understand. Whatever he thought was funny I didnât get it.
âOh no, you didnât offend me and donât worry you didnât nearly kill someone.â As far as I knew nearly mowing someone over with my car counts as nearly killing someone. What he thought was dangerous and what I thought was dangerous were obviously two very different things. I didnât push the subject further; clearly he was just one of those daredevils that live their life with the insane idea that they are invincible.
Mr Burton had set up his stuff before Matt and I could say anything more to each other
âCould everyone please get out their copy of Pride and Prejudice.â Mr Burton said. I groaned as searched through my bag for my copy.
âYou donât like Jane Austin?â Matt asked after hearing my groan of complaint at this terms reading material.
The first though that ran through me head was: he knows Jane Austin? I mean, I know sheâs like one of the greats when it comes to literature but trust me, if you asked half of the boys in my class who wrote Pride and Prejudice, fifty percent wouldnât know, thirty percent would know but wouldnât admit it and the other twenty percent were â how do I put this nicely? â Actually interested in English literature (geeks) or guys in tune with their feminine side (gays) â sorry to be so blunt. I know you should judge people based on appearance, books and covers and all that, but I had pretty good intuition (not to mention what Rose would call a gay-dar) and I was not getting any homosexual vibes from him nor did he radiate the geeky vibe. Confident, insanely good-looking, nope, no geeky signs.
âNo, I love Jane Austin. Itâs just, well, Pride and Prejudice annoys meâ I know I shouldnât have said that. Only a freak could get annoyed at a book.
âWhy?â I donât blame Matt for wondering, Pride and prejudice is a great book, a classic but I couldnât help feel irritated when I read it â and yes I had read it before, whilst other girls were going out, bogging, twittering, texting and other activities youâd expect of a teenager, I spent my time reading. Itâs OK though; I acknowledged my geeky-ness and was proud of it which was exactly why I was under no delusions that I had any chance whatsoever with the new boy. He was miles out of my league. However there was no reason why I couldnât just talk to him.
âYour going to think Iâm stupid but Elizabeth and Darcyâs relationship just aggravates me. I mean, they obviously love each other but their so worried about what other might people think, they refuse to admit to their feelings. I just think that if you truly love someone you shouldnât care what anyone else thinks and you should just say how you feel.â He was silent; I knew he thought I was stupid to get so worked up about a book.
âVery insightful.â Whoa, I wasnât expecting that reply. I was waiting for a âyour right that is stupidâ or âUmm, Yeah, whateverâ and then muttering âgeekâ under his breath. Thatâs what most boys would have said but not him, maybe he was different.
âHey, Iâve forgotten my copy, first day and all,â he said with a shrug. âCan I share yours?â I was just about to say âYes, of course,â and then spend the lesson focusing more about the hot boy that was inches away, daydreaming, fantasising about that could never be mine, instead of actually reading the book but before I did, I looked down to his open shoulder bag. Inside was a copy of the book and I realised that he very well knew it was in there. I pointed to his open bag and said,
âIsnât that your copy there?â
He looked down, took out his copy and then replied, âOh, I guess I didnât forget it after all,â He smiled at me again. Then it occurred to me, anyone who could think up a scheme like that so quickly must have experience in that sort of thing. He was flirting with me and I had fallen for it. Why was he bothering with me though? I shook that thought off. It didnât matter why, I was just sure that no matter how charming or hansom he was, I couldnât let myself caught up in his little game. He was a player and I was nothing more than an easy target.
I spent the rest of the lesson ignoring his existence, like it was any other English lesson. However, even after pretending he wasnât there, I was still filled with relief when the bell rang and I could get away from him. Just like I had thought, as soon as the bell rang our table was surrounded by every girl in the class, all of them fighting for Mattâs attention. It was difficult to get out of the class room at first, I had to barge my way through the crowd but after I broke free from the impenetrable wall of girls it was easy enough to walk to the door. Just as I was about to leave the class room, I heard a voice from behind me.
âAng,â Mattâs voice was struggling to be heard over all of the girls. He pushed through the gathering and walked over to me. After realizing who he was talking to, all of the girls fell silent. He walked right up to me and stood a bit closer than I would have liked. I felt every single one of the girls glare at me, all of them filled with jealousy, all of them envious that I was the one who he was interested in.
âAng, Iâll see you soon,â I was slightly confused. Why go to so mush trouble just to say âIâll see you soonâ? Why bother? I didnât know what else to say so I just added
âI doubt it.â Which I did. We didnât have English again until Monday, which I wouldnât say was âsoonâ and the chances that we would have any other lessons together were slim. We seemed too different to have chosen the same subjects and even if we did we would probably be in different classes anyway. I didnât ponder about what he had meant for long, in fact, it only took the time taken to walk from the English block to the Maths block before I discovered what he meant.
I reached my maths class room to find him leaning in the doorway, smirking.
âI told you Iâd see you soon,â Oh, I bet he thought he was hilarious. How funny that he knew that we both had maths. Not.
âHow did you know that we had maths together?â These were the words that came out of my mouth but what I was really thinking was Oh crap; now I have to spend ten hours a week trying to ignore this pompous jerk and his annoying flirtatious stunts. What now? Maybe heâs forgotten his calculator. He tapped his nose and said, âThatâs for me to know, letâs just say that I have a friend in the officeâ What did that mean? Did he get someone in the office to tell him my class schedule? No, thatâs impossible, we only met today and he only found out my name about an hour ago. Unless, we had met before. Maybe thatâs why he asked if I remembered him, maybe thatâs why his eyes looked familiar. Surely if I had met him before I would remember, wouldnât I? I couldnât figure him out; everything about him was mysterious and cryptic. That was another reason why I couldnât let him get to me; he was bad news.
I was so happy to see the boy who I sat next to take his seat. At least I wouldnât have to sit next to him in this lesson. Saffron also had maths with us and when she saw Matt talking to me in the doorway she was not happy. She approached us with fury in her eyes. I really thought she was going to start on me for talking to Matt. The girls in our school had a monarchy, Saffron was at the top. Nobody messed with her, she was the queen bee and she got what she wanted. Unfortunately for me, she wanted Matt. For all I cared she could have him, it would make life a hell of a lot easier for me but Matt just didnât seem interested.
She walked over, flaunting her mini skirt, trying to draw Mattâs attention away from me. He was staring at me, watching my face react to his last statement and figure out what he meant. He was so wrapped up in analysing my expression that I doubt he even noticed Saffron or her mini skirt. Saffron recognised that she wasnât being noticed, as they say desperate times call for desperate measures and what she did next could only be described as desperate. She walked right up to the door and launched herself forward, falling into Mattâs arms. She made it look like I had tripped her up just so that she could play the damsel in distress.
I wondered if she had felt the electricity I had felt when we touched. I wondered how it felt to be in his arms. No, that train of thought was going somewhere that I didnât want to go. The electricity was just an electric shock caused by static. It had nothing to so with his touch. My stubbornness would prevail. It had to. I wasnât going to let him win. I couldnât even believe that I was thinking this because at the same time that
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