Her eyes followed his movements from the second he walked past her, and her eyes followed him to where he stopped in front of the reception desk. She watched him take out a piece of paper out of his pocket. Bingo. She thought to herself. He's on the same course as me. Brogan had joined an eight-week course, to help her get work experience, which will help her get a job. Brogan didn't know anyone, and this made her anxiety kick in really badly. She was sat on her own, on a small, round canteen table; her leg swinging, -a nervous habit that she had inherited from her older brother-. She watched the conversation between the boy in the blue zip-up hoodie, and the receptionist, and she overheard him telling him to sit down, and wait to see if anyone came to fetch him. Taking a deep breath, Brogan watched the boy walk over to the opposite side of where she was sitting, and he sat down on his own small, round table. Her eyes refused to move from him, and then he glanced over, making her quickly look away, and down to her phone. Fuck. She thought to herself. Brogan knew she probably looked like a complete twat. In fact, she felt like one.

Eventually, the group had slowly formed in the canteen, and at 9:25am, everyone decided to go up to the receptionist and ask for directions to the room. Brogan quickly got her stuff together, and she asked the receptionist for the room. After giving her name, the receptionist told her direction, and Brogan then rushed after the group that had just gone up. As soon as she was inside, Brogan decided to go for a seat near the front. There was a square table of six, and then two rows of four beside the table. Brogan happened to have sat at the same table as the boy in the blue jacket, (okay, so it wasn't as much as a coincidence as she would like to have hoped. Brogan walked in, and their eyes met for a brief second, and Brogan felt the need to sit there). Brogan felt her nerves growing, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. The two kept sharing looks to one another, and Brogan was more than certain, that every time the two of them locked eyes, she blushed. Which made Brogan silently curse to herself.

Halfway through the morning, Brogan had learnt his name – Simon. The first row of four consisted of four boys, who basically did all the talking. The rest of the class would listen in, and every once in a while, both Brogan and Simon would laugh at whatever they were saying. Brogan couldn't help but start to feel comfortable. She'd have a conversation with the girl beside her, every once in a while, but Brogan did realise that she was appearing shyer than she actually was. But that's what she was like. It took her time to warm up to people, and then eventually, the "real Brogan" would come out. By the end of the day, Brogan had really enjoyed herself, and she was excited to come back again the next day.

By the end of the first week, Brogan had become close to Simon. As well as two girls. Brogan felt very comfortable with the class, already having a secret opinion about everyone. Brogan was very unsure about Simon. Only because she wasn't sure if he was her type, or not. Was there really anything that stood out? She got along with him? Heck, she got along better with boys, than she did with girls most of the time. Brogan realised, that when Simon would talk to the class, and his eyes would meet hers, it would seem as if he had changed whom he was talking to, and he was only talking to her. Brogan was always smiling or laughing, when she was talking to others.

Last Friday, it was near the end of the day, and Brogan was feeling pretty bored. Deciding to get away from her computer, leaving her friend with her job searching, Brogan made her way over to where Simon was sitting, and she picked up his sheet.
"Oh. Yours is different to what I had." She commented, talking about the letters that the class had been given by their tutor, to read through and then correct.
Brogan watched Simon open his Internet browser, and she smiled, seeing that he was listening to his favourite band. It had occurred to the pair, that they liked the same kind of music.
"You need to listen to this band." Brogan told him. "You weren't of heard of 'em, but I think you'll like 'em. I hope you will anyway." She told him, reaching over, and she typed The Summer Set into YouTube. She stepped back,
"Okay, choose any song." She told him.
Simon clicked on Boomerang, which happened to be one of Brogan's favourites. After about a minute of listening to it, Simon told her that he liked it. He changed the song, and she gasped,
"Oi!"
"I can listen to that any time!" He told her.
"Yeah, you better." She told him.
Typing in another song, Brogan watched, and then she glanced to the boy beside Simon, and her eyebrows furrowed together.
"What's that?" She asked. "Is that Grand Theft Auto?"
He nodded,
"It's a mod of GTA, yeah."
"What does that mean?" Brogan asked, feeling confused, watching his screen.
"They basically put another game with it. Like with this one, they've put Super Mario on it."
Brogan pulled over a chair, to sit in between him and Simon,
"I've gotta watch this." She said.
Glancing at Simon's computer, she realised that he was listening to a song that she had listened to the night before.
"Ooh, I love that song! Turn it up!" She told him.
Simon clicked on the volume button on the computer,
"I can't. It's as loud as it goes." He told her, trying other ways to turn it up.
Brogan sighed slightly, feeling disappointed, and then she got an idea. Something that was a very unexpected thing for her to do. Brogan leaned in close to Simon; her ear right beside his, and she watched the computer game, from the boy's computer. She and Simon would mime and sometimes sing along to the song, as well as commenting on the computer game, that she was watching. When another song came on, Brogan heard Simon begin to sing. She glanced at him, and he glanced at her, and the two shared a smile. Brogan then glanced at their friend, whom was behind him, and the two shared a laugh; as this was the first time they had heard Simon sing; after he listed on his CV, that it was a hobby. Brogan smiled to herself, hovering her ear back beside Simon's ear, and she carried on listening to it.

After a few weeks of only attending a two-hour session on Monday, and a whole day on a Friday, Brogan felt that she was very close to the group, and with Simon. Today was Monday, and that meant that she was only at the place for two hours. She walked in, realising she was one of the only ones there. She took off her coat, and she placed it on her seat, which she realised seemed to be her usual spot, and then she decided to make herself a cup of tea. One of the lads asked if she'd make him a cup of coffee. After making both drinks, the boy took his cup away, after thanking her, and she then sat down in her seat, and she waited for the lesson to start. Simon was sat down almost opposite Brogan, in his usual seat, and the two shared a look. Brogan felt more nervous than usual today. She wasn't sure if this was a sign. After talking about Simon to her best friend, had this helped her come to a decision of her feelings? Her heart had been racing, before the lesson started, at the thought of seeing him again. Her cheeks flushed deeply as he looked at her, and her hands were clammy. Brogan felt like an idiot.
When their friend arrived, she discovered that the two went out on Saturday around town. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. She knew their friend was in a serious relationship, but it still bothered her. Which annoyed Brogan.

When Brogan had done some job searching later on, Brogan decided to sit down next to a classmate, and see what she was doing. Realising that she was as bored as Brogan, she decided to play with her classmate's rubix cube.
She looked up at Simon, and he grinned big at her, which Brogan quickly copied.
"Brogan's a bully to me." Simon said to the table of six.
Brogan gasped,
"What?! what did I do?" She demanded.
"You tried to give yourself a paper cut, after I told you that I had a phobia of paper cuts."
Brogan rolled her eyes playfully,
"I didn't actually get one though, did I?"
"That's not the point!" He told her. Brogan just laughed at him. "What're you scared of?"
"Uh… Spiders, pigeons, heights."
The boy next to him looked at Brogan,
"I have a pet tarantula."
"What?!" Brogan screeched. "Why would you want a pet tarantula?!"
"I have a pet snake too."
"Oh my god!" Brogan shuddered.
"Hey, Brogan?" Simon said.
Looking at him, he turned his laptop around, to show her a picture of a tarantula. Brogan gasped, and she covered her eyes,
"Oh my god, that's not even funny!"
After a few more times of this happening, Brogan stood up and got her timesheet, and she sat back down,
"Right that's it." She looked at her classmate. "How do you get a paper cut quickly?"
"You've got to do it really fast on like a crease."
"Don't help her!" Simon told her.
Brogan smiled at him, and she started doing what her classmate said. After so many failed attempts, Brogan sighed, and she put it down. "Right, I give up."
"You're mean." He told her.
"You started it by showing me pictures of tarantulas!"
"No, you started it on Friday!"
"Yes, but I didn't actually get a paper cut, did I?"
"No, but you tried to!"
"But I didn't actually show you a paper cut! I'm shaking!"
"Yeah, so am I!"
The two showed each other their shaking hands, and then their teacher said that if they were done, they could go. Picking up their empty cups, Brogan and Simon picked up their empty cups, as well as some other classmates, and he led them to where they cleaned their cups up. Brogan walked in after her friend, and the two started rinsing out their cups. Simon placed his over Brogan's, so his was getting cleaned, and Brogan gasped. When he put his down, Brogan then put hers down, and she flicked him with water, and as they walked back to class, Brogan wiped her wet hands against the back of his hoodie, and then she gasped, laughing, as Simon walked through the doors in front of her, closing the doors, as she reached them.