I walk in school, glancing at my watch and swearing to myself because I am already late for the first class. Of course it had to be with the strictest teacher.
I quietly open the door and slip in at the back of the class. doesn't move so I assume his old age prevented him from hearing me come in. Until he speaks.
"Miss O'Dwyer, late for class are we? I am afraid a note in the journal is just fair". I sigh and make my way up to the front of the class, my journal in hand. I think of how much I despise this man while he messily writes in the comments page.
As I make my way down the new boy catches my eye. We stare at each other for a second and then he smirks. I return the favour.
All through the torturous Spanish class, I couldn't help but think of his eyes. They were a dark blue, almost black. I shake the thought out of my head knowing he wouldn't ever go out with a girl like me. Pale, with freckle and ginger even though I prefer not to admit it.
As the day goes on I catch him staring at me numerous times. I don't even know his name. Today is his first day. I see all the girls throwing themselves at him. Pathetic I think. He either likes you or not. They are just embarrassing themselves.
The last class of day finally comes. It's Irish, which I don't mind seeing as the teacher is a bit of an egjit to say the least. As in this class I am not sitting beside anyone and it is the only free seat in the class, the new boy sits beside me.
"I had been hoping to sit beside you all day but you were always sitting with your friends, I guess this time I got lucky". He says the last bit with a smile.
"Excuse me". I say more rudely than I had anticipated.
"I said I have wanted to sit beside you all day". I look at him as if he is crazy. Why me? Even if I think they are pathetic, I imagine a teenage boy would love beautiful girls throwing themselves at them.
"Why, I am nothing compared to the other girls who are practically stripping themselves in front of you just to get noticed" He laughs at my comment.
"That is exactly why. You don't realise you are beautiful. All those girls are so shallow. You are different. You really don't give a shit about anything anyone says about you".
Just as I'm about to reply shouts "Okay girls and boys quiet now".
That class ends quickly as we don't really do Irish. Today was another history lesson on 9/11. It's the same thing everyday.
As I am walking out the boy catches my arm "Hey Kate!So I was wondering do you want to go see a movie or something?"
"You do realise I don't even know your name"
He holds out a hand "It's Four"
I leave his hand hanging there "From now on you will be Number Boy"
"I don't care what you call me just as long as you say yes"
"Hmm, I'll think about it" and with that I turn and walk away from him. I look back one more time and he stands there like a kicked puppy. I smile at him.
It is only when I get home that I realise how stupid I was. The hottest boy in school wants to go on a date and my reply was "I will think about it". What possessed me to say that? He is probably off shagging some bimbo now after my rejection.
I will never get that chance again. I am so stupid, so stupid. I Skype call my four best friends, Ciara, Leishe, Joanne and Erin to tell them what happened. They look at me as if I had just murdered a load of babies.
I catch bits of what they are saying "YOU DID WHAT?" "HOW COULD YOU?" "WERE YOU NOT THINKING?" After my ambush I hang up on them and get going on my mountain of homework.
My phone beeps so I walk over and check it. It is a message from a unkown number.
It reads:
'Hey! It's Four. I was wondering if you have made up your mind yet? I can't stop thinking about you. Please get back to me soon :D'
He can't stop thinking about me? Apparently I was wrong about him.I send him one back:
'I haven't even thought about it. Give me until to tomorrow. How did you even get my number?'
I barely wait a minute before my phone beeps again:
'Zeke gave it to me'-Ah, my friend Zeke, of course. Him and Four have obviously made aquaintences-'Also, do I have to wait until tomorrow? The suspense is killing me!'
'If I say yes will you stop?' I text him back.
'Yes!' He replies 'So, I'll pick you up on Friday at 8?'
'Sure, don't kill yourself waiting :)'
I don't know if that will seem flirtatious or not but I send it anyway.
'I can make no promises'
I smile knowing that he is happy because of me. I fall asleep thinking of his beautiful eyes.