*Megs POV*

So here I am, sitting in a crappy history class, with the world's cutest boy sitting next to me.

Okay, in a situation like this, it's best to explain of how this happened.

Right, Mrs Millreys gave me a timetable, then showed me to my dorm, In which I'm on my own because I started late, then she took me into this class, I got put here, next to this god of a man!

So, as you can imagine I'm a big ball of a mess….damn…

"Mr Poynter, please do me the honour of telling me the year in which the Berlin wall was built!"

Stupid teacher broke my trail of thought!

Hang on one smoking minute, why is she- she's looking at the boy next to me…oh! His last name is…Poynter…

"Poynter, do I need to ask you again! Year that Berlin wall was built! Now!" The teacher growled.

I looked at the boy next to me, the one who was meant to be answering the question.

He had gone bright red.

Poor sod.

Hang on; I'm pretty sure that I know that answer!

Shame the sex god next to me doesn't….

But I'm pretty sure if he doesn't say anything, that teacher is going to explode, so giving it a try wouldn't hurt…right?

"I961" I quietly mumbled, trying to make sure the teacher couldn't see that I was telling him the answer.

But unfortunately, Mr Fitty didn't quite catch what I was saying to him, he just hummed confusedly.

I slowly shifted closer towards him, repeating myself again.

"The answer, 1961"

"In 1961, sir" the boy next to me bleared out, I quickly straightened up, trying to avoid unwanted attention.

"Hmmmm" The teacher frowned, and for that blind moment, I thought I had been caught in the act by helping a fellow pupil. "Good work Poynter."

I smiled and let out a sigh of relief, I mean, I didn't want this guy to get into trouble, then again, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get into some if I don't concentrate.

"Psssst!"

I looked around.

Right, someone is 'Psstt'-ing someone, or trying to get attention for me, or I'm losing the plot completely, so there goes my attempt of concentrating.

"Over here, you plank!" A voice spoke out, it was hushed, and I could tell there was some slight laughter involved.

So, this punk thinks it's funny, huh?

I glanced around the room, the at the boy next to me, only to be violently poked in my side.

"OWW!"

Then all eyes were on me.

Oh great.

I have to learn to keep my mouth shut!

"Ha-ha" I shifted nervously in my seat "I just-"I raised my hand and pointed at in. "It hurt…..Never mind."

After all the attention had gone, I whipped my head round the face the guilty suspect, the criminal.

'Mr Fitty –Gremlin'

Only to find he was smirking, what cheek!

"What the hell was that for?" I glared at him, right into his eyes; deep into his very soul…such nice eyes…kind of bluely-green.

"Err, I wanted to say thanks for earlier, that was a pretty nice thing to do.."

Great, I'm blushing.

I can hide this, just smile.

"Oh, it's fine."

Smooth Meg, reeaalll smooth…

"Oh, I'm Dougie by the way.."

He just smiled at me, oh, I'm in heaven…

"I'm Megan, but people normally call me Meg or something, Nice to meet you."