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A glitch in to a guy’s mind.


Chapter One
One firm big hand squeezes my waist and I jump up in surprise to hear a gaggle of laughter from behind me. I turn, and there’s Jamie.
“Oh it’s you,” I sigh folding my arms around him. He rests his chin on my head and starts making a clicking noise with his tongue as though he’s bored. I let go and step back.
“So...”
“I’m just going outside, thought I’d say Hi cause you were, you know, near the door,”
“Right, of course,” I lean up to plant a quick kiss on his mouth but he steps back and gives me one of those ‘Kay’ nods and wanders towards the exit that leads in to the quad where he stops, and lingers a second before turning around and locking eyes with me. I don’t tingle, or feel anything spectacular as his stare sears through me, but, I do smile, and, as the corners of my mouth hit their curve, he turns away and dashes outside toward his friends. He used to dash towards me. Not run away. I don’t understand why he treats me like this. Things were going really well then suddenly they changed. I guess It's my own fault for having too higher expectations of a first relationship. Especially when it's with Jamie, who, unfortunately, has got a bit of a reputation of a ladies man. I say unfortunately, but it still manages to charm me on occasion, so it can't be all bad. I feel like a bit of a mug, putting up with this day afer day, and I'm not the only one. The most common chat up line I get from the opposite sex is 'You know i'll treat you better than Jamie'. When this happens, I of course slap the dick who said it round the face, although, deep down I know it's true, and that all of those guys will probably make me feel royally treated in comparison to a date with Jamie. But, alas, I'm too much of a woos to let him go. I tell myself that I'd rather be with him and unhappy 50% of the time, than be without him and be unhappy 100% of the time. After all, who wants to be lonely.

I'm considering this, the idea of spending months of Saturdays eating ice cream in bed (This is what I see my way of handling a break up being) when Lisa appears behind me squeezing my arm to snap me out of my gormless state, but unfortunately not changing the subject.
‘I seriously don’t know why you still take his rubbish' she begins. 'You know who I heard likes you?’
'Who?' I sigh and pick up my rucksack from the locker bench.
'Johny Laker!' Johny Laker isn't one of those guys in movies that is in the year above and plays for the top american football team if that's your first thought. Johny Laker is just insanely hot and smokes weed all day, he's in the 'bit of rough never hurts' category- as my mother would put it. He has only dated a couple people, I imagine it's because he's secretly eighteen and repeating his GCSEs because he failed them from being high in his exams; and is therefore old enough to get in to bars, where, I imagine, he picks up many one night stands. (That's just a theory though.)
'I mean, he doesn't like anybody! and seriously, imagine going on a date with him... he'd probably turn up with withered roses and take you to a rooftop in the dark,' Lisa is saying whilst shoving a snickers bar in to her mouth. (She is one of those lucky girls who eats bin bags of food yet manages to keep tiny. Well, except her ass.)
'That doesn't sound very romantic Lisa,'
'Well, serves you right for expecting too much of a perfect man!' She tosses her wrapper in to the nearest bin and starts rummaging through her bag for yet more food. Out comes a pot of pasta.
'Well, No,' I protest. 'This sounds more like a set up for a rape,' Lisa chews her pasta, swallows then looks around for any ease-droppers.
'Okay, I know your all anti sex and all, but come on, you wouldn't say No if you saw Johny Laker laying naked on your bed,' A big grin spreads across her face and she raises her eyebrows up and down speedilly as if you tease 'Would you? Would you? Would you?'. She'll be tickling me next.
'When did you become so non anti-sex huh?' I tease back and pinch and snatch the fork from her mouth just as she's about to put the pasta in her tunnel of a gob.
'I.. er.. I,' her eyes have gone huge and her cheeks have flamed flamingo pink.
'I was joking,' I inform her and my eyebrows raise. She smooths down her hair then calmly reaches out for the fork. I snatch it away. 'What's happened?' I ask her.
'Nothing, just give me my fork,' she whines.
'What's happened?' I repeat. She steps back and looks at me, worry is fixed upon her face. After a few seconds of frowning she sighs and leans in so her lips are by my ear.
'Lets just say,' I can tell her teeth are gritted through the whisper. 'I'm no mary'. She steps back and looks away, not wanting to see my judging face, which, I imagine is not judgemental at all, but simply blank with shock.
'Well, I wasn't expecting that,'
'It's very recent,' she says, turning back to face me. At that moment, the bell rings.
'How recent?' I ask her as I throw my backpack over my shoulder.
'Look, I'll explain later. Are you coming over tonight? Friday is for friends and food right?' I breathe through my nose to collect myself then give her a nod.
'Okay, Great. See you after Spanish then, bye,' She hauls her pasta pot in the bin then scurries away before I can even ask the most important question... 'WHO THE HELL GOT IN TO YOUR KNICKERS?'


I'd spent most of the day thinking about the gossip I'd received at break time. It was just so weird that Lisa had got down to it before I had, when I was the one who'd been in a serious relationship for five months. Then again, Jamie and I had never even spoken about sex, though, we rarely spoke at all nowadays. All the thoughts bubbling up inside made me really want to talk to him about our relationship. Where it stood, how we could move forward. If I was ready. I hoped to find him standing outside my english class to meet for lunch, but there was no sign of him, or Lisa for that matter. I seemed to be struggling with relationships at the moment. No one wants to talk to me .

I was for that reason that I was surprised to see Jamie waiting by my bus. He's not wearing school uniform, which is odd. I wonder if he went home at lunch and changed for some reason... I wander over to him and he sweeps me in to his arms, something I definitely wasn’t expecting. “Babe,” He grins. “I’m sorry about earlier, I was feeling a bit weird you know, Off colour? BUT I can make up for it, how does nando’s sound, I know you love the carrot cake?” I stroke his Superdry t-shirt, the material is soft, and I can smell his cologne on the fabric from when he's sprayed it by his neck and the particles of scent have twinkled down and landed on his chest.
“Oh, well I can’t tonight,” I say, looking up at him. His eyes are focused on me, but distant. Things have been this way for a while.
“No I know, figured you’d have girl plans, but tomorrow?” he smiles at me in a way that leaves me no choice to say no.
“ Al right, Why not!” I grin and give him a big squeeze. I notice how he's grown and that my face no longer nuzzles right against his chest. I step away frowning and his hand moves to my chin, tilting it up.
'What's up with my girl? mm?'
'You've grown,'
'So?' he laughs.
'Well, way to go and make me feel even shorter,'
'Ahh, baby doll you're fine just the way you are,' He leans down and plants a kiss on me so wet, that I feel as though a dog has just licked my face. I laugh and wipe his kiss away with my palm, then wipe that saliva coated palm on his shirt. Suddenly, the bus engine roars and sends us both jumping several feet off the ground.
“Think that’s you’re queue to get on gorgeous,”
“I’m walking to Lisa’s”
“Want me to walk with you?” He asks taking my hand, and reminding me why I don’t listen to Lisa or any of the other friends; reminding me that when he treats me like THIS, how amazing I feel counter acts the bad aspects of our relationship.
“That would be great,” I tell him and together we set towards the school gate. Before we can even set foot outside of the grounds however, we are called back in by Mr Willow.
“Mr Alford!” the headmaster barks. “You are supposed to be in an afterschool detention, or would you rather come at 6.00 tomorrow morning?”
“Ah, Man, I totally forgot, I'll call you tonight El,” He drops my hand and begins to retreat back towards the inclusion centre, waving at me over the top of his head as he runs.I laugh, and turning away, begin to walk briskly down the road with the sea of other
pupils.

Having walked treacherously further than anyone else in our school, I finally got to Seaview Avenue, a mere road away from Lisa’s house, with Eleton John’s ‘Don’t go breaking my heart’ playing like a broken record in my head. Ironic that my ipod knows just what to play to suit what's going on in my life. That’s when I see them. Looking up from my Ipod, and adjusting one ear phone so that it sits snugly in my ear lobe and the bass increases; I see Lewis Stravis and his trashy girlfriend Mercy leant against a lamp-post on the other side of the road. They’re not kissing or hugging, not holding hands, in fact they're both look utterly more bored than my mum listening to dad talk about his day at work. Lewis sees me and nods to acknowledge my presence. In return I raise my hand to him, as a kind of wave-type gesture. Mercy completely ignores me. I snort at her before looking left and right for traffic. There are a couple coming, so I just stand there tapping my foot with impatience and glancing over at the "happy" couple every now and then.

I admit,I don’t know much about Lewi. All I know is that he sucks major at maths; is more than 'rather handsome (as my nanny would say), as well as being way out of my league, a supporter of indie music and making his wealth apparent. Rumour is that his parents own a crack house, but no one could really bet on it because no one has ever seen his parents. They could be scientists in lab coats for all we knew.

I look left, then right, then do the same again. No cars, busses,

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