My first few days passed quickly, and I felt like I'd settled in rather well. Imogen had taken it upon herself to look after me seeings as I was, as she said, 'like a lost puppy!' and she also informed me that Connor and her were secretly married. I guess that's why he'd said 'partner'. I swore on so many lives that I would keep it a secret, and once she was satisfied with my promises, she told me all about her and Connor's past. It was very interesting, to say the least. No wonder why they were married in secret.

After she'd finished telling me about Connor she questioned why I'd moved, and what my love life was like. It was a simple story, kind of. My Mam and Dad had gotten a divorce when I was eleven, and my brother, Adam, was two. Not long after the divorce my Mam fell in love with a man called Mitchell, and we moved to Sunderland. After six years of being secretly abused by him, my Mam finally had the courage to leave him and took me and my brother back to Newcastle. A little while after that, she met a lovely man.. A Scottish one, Peter, and that's why we moved to Greenock. As for my Dad, he's with a lovely woman called Jenna, who has two daughters; Leigh and Jayda, that are older than me and I love them all to pieces. And then there was my love life... No one had taken an interest in me since I was about ten. I'd never had the experiences that other girls had been through, I'd never done more than kissed a boy. I was different from everyone else in that aspect.

Imogen was kind about it all. She said she was glad that my Mam was happy with her new boyfriend, and that my time would come eventually. I just agreed with her, knowing she was probably right, but I knew it'd be awkward too. She promised not to tell anyone anything about me unless I said it was fine, which I was thankful for, and I knew i'd found a good friend.

We were sat in Maths, about a week after I'd started, and I was just sat doodling on the front page of my book. Imogen was calculating the answer to her last question, and Dynasty was staring out of the window, not even half way through her questions.

After a minute or two, the teacher set us some more questions, then excused herself to grab some books. We set to work on the questions, Dynasty still staring out of the window.

"Imogen, guess who's outside?" She said, not moving her eyes for a second.

"Who?"

"Chris." Dynasty smiled and continued to look.

"Oh!" Imogen stood up a little, trying to see out of the window.

"He is so fit.." Dynasty mumbled.

I raised an eyebrow. "Who are you two on about?"

"Chris Mead." Imogen answered.

"Come and have a look." Dynasty said.

I stood up and looked for the person she was looking at. "The one in the shorts?"

"Yeah, oh look at his legs! Mm." Dynasty grinned.

"Who is he?" I questioned.

"Christopher Mead. Although we're supposed to call him Mr Mead. Apparently used to be a teacher in Manchester when Waterloo Road was down there, but he left to do something else. He started up a centre for teens that are homeless, or struggling with issues at home, or drugs and that... Then he was sponsored by some mega rich man and now he has loads of staff and can offer housing to these teens. It's quite good. He ended up starting one up here, about ten minutes away." Imogen told me.

"And he sometimes comes and covers lessons if the school need him to. Lucky us!" Dynasty's eyes hadn't left the man outside.

"Look's like he's covering PE next.." Imogen said as he bent over to lay some cones down.

"Ugh that ass! I want it, I want him!" Dynasty said.

"I get what you mean.." I mumbled. "That is one mighty fine man.."

Suddenly, Chris looked up in the direction of our classroom. All three of us quickly ducked and laughed.

"Oh my god, do you think he saw us?" Dynasty squealed.

I laughed. "I don't think so!"

"Good! Imagine trying to have to explain that one?! 'Dynasty were you watching me out of the window?' Oh no, sir, I was looking at how colourful the cones were!"

We all burst out laughing. "Well it's a good job I've never asked you to cover for me, that was a terrible lie!" Imogen cried.

"Girls I hope you've answered all the questions." Miss said as she walked back into the room. We all tried to contain our laughter, and turned back to our work.

The bell finally rang and the three of us gathered our things together and headed towards the canteen.

"I wonder if we'll have the pleasure of seeing Chris this lunch time?" Dynasty smirked.

"Get thinking of a good excuse then, Dynasty, you know, just in case he did see us!" Imogen tried to hold back a laugh.

"Actually, I think we should leave that to you!" I teased and Imogen and I started to giggle.

"Oh alright you two! Give over!" Dynasty smiled and rolled her eyes.

We walked into the canteen and Imogen joined the back of the lunch queue. Dynasty and I took a seat at a table with a girl that was in my English class, called Roxie. She had long blonde hair that she tucked behind her ears and flung behind her shoulders. She smiled at us as we sat down.

"Hey girlies." She said, her cockney accent strong. I tried not to laugh inside, a Londoner, a Scouser, a Geordie and a Scotsman.. What a group we were!

Dynasty flopped down on the chair and pulled out a bag of crisps. "Jesus Christ, I'm starving!"

"Go visit all the little kids in Africa then say that again!" Roxie joked and took a bite out of her apple.

"Yeah well I'm not an African child and this is my idea of starving!" Dynasty grumbled and put a crisp in her mouth.

I smiled and shook my head, then opened my bottle of flavoured water and sipped from it. "Had a good day Roxie?"

"Yeah it's been alright!" She said. "Got PE next though, really can't be bothered today! And it looks like it's about to rain!"

"Chris is teaching PE I think." Dynasty said before eating another crisp.

"I suddenly feel ready to do some physical education!" Roxie joked and sat up in her seat, grinning.

I laughed. "You girls really like this Chris don't you?"

"Well there isn't much talent here, he's the only decent thing we get to see!" Dynasty answered.

I shrugged. "I suppose so.. Although that George Mullingham is quite a looker.." I mumbled, looking around to see if he was in the room.

"Aw, Georgey? He's such a cutie!" Roxie said, looking around for him too.

Imogen placed her tray down on the table and sat next to me. "Who's a cutie?"

"George Mullingham!" Roxie replied.

"Got your eyes on him ey, Sophia?" Imogen teased and gently nudged me.

I shrugged. "Well he is good looking..." I trailed off and looked up at the door to see Mr Mead walking into the canteen. "Although, I'd rather a piece of him." I joked.

Dynasty screwed up her crisp packet. "Mm, don't we all."

I smiled and watched as he spoke to some girls in the younger years. They giggled and twirled their hair as they spoke to him, jeez, they couldn't make it more obvious that they like him if they tried! God, I hoped I didn't look like that when I eventually spoke to him!