A/N: Welcome back to The Final Year! For anyone wondering, Theonor will be in the next chapter :-)

Chapter 2

*Alvin's POV*

"For gods sake!" I yell, looking at my timetable that was already ripped.

I have Maths. Well, I have it after our first break. The first day back and they give me Maths. This is not how they should treat the football captain god dammit. I have the same teacher, Mr. Austin, as last year and he absolutely despises me. I only pulled a slime prank on him, where's the harm in that? Stuffing the timetable in my bag, I strutted down the corridor, down towards the football pitch where my mates are. I sent a few winks and smirks to some of the girls who love me. I'm not surprised, if I wasn't me I'd like me. I'm awesome. It was a shockingly nice day surprsingly as it's September. The sun was glowing in the sky, there was a small breeze which is why I brought my vasity jacket but overall it was bearable weather.

"Hey, here comes Alvin"

"Whats up, Tyrone?" I smiled

Tyrone has been my best mate since Grade 7 now. We were in each others classes for that year, then most in Grade 8. Grade 9 now he's only in my IT class, sucks but we can always muck about in IT. Every year we get the back two seats in the corner so we can go on our phones and eat loads of junk crap. The amount of parties me and Tyrone have gone to and had to stay out to avoid our parents because we were hammered.

Swiftly, I knocked the football out of Jake's hand and started to dash of with it to score a touch-down. All the jocks immediately started chasing after me however I'm far to quick for them, not that anyone actually dared to knock it off me either because everyone knows that I could typically ruin someone with a small rumour. Advantages when the whole school worships you. Sat on the bleachers were some girls, plastic like Barbie, they for some reason had a thing for me.

"Go on Alvin" screamed one of the talentless dolls, Angelea I believe is her name

I just shot her a flirtatious smile (obviously not intending on getting with her) and carried on storming through the huge pitch, now escaping the riot behind me and the tone-death voices of those Kylie Jenner wannabe's. Reaching towards the white, beaming line I raised the football in my hand and with all the power I could attain, I slammed the ball dead centre on to the line

"Touchdown!" I screamed loudly, running round the pitch making fake cheers

The girls cheered, the guys cheered, even teachers cheered. This is why I love breaks and lunches, get to work on my sport and see my friends since they play with me. Now we're back at school I've got to get in shape ready for the huge game. Now that isn't till the end of the school term however there's trillions of other games/events we attend as well as having our awards for 'Player Of The Year'. I've won that every year since joining High School. My teams also won the 'Best High School Football Team'. Not trying to brag here but we've won every game we've attended so I'm really not surprised.

I groaned as I heard the bell rattle loudly, time for Maths. Great. Jake's in this class luckily so I have one of my main guys to mess around with. Also, there was a new chipmunk last year, a female one called Charlene. She's in this class as well. I speak to her frequently since she was put into my tutor and she's a pretty decent girl. She has long blonde hair and normally wears some form of red clothing, most likely a dress or a crop top. Everyday I see her get out of a car, I recognise it but cannot put my finger on it. Now thinking about her, think I'll probably sit next to her for this lesson, heard she has a good singing voice as well which means she could guest star on mine and my bros new album. We're doing solos and we're thinking about throwing in a few duets. Grabbing my phone, I unlock it and realise I'm already 4 minutes late, bring on the lecture!

First thing I heard when walking into Maths was 'Late!' He didn't even ask why, though it's probably because he knows where I hang out and who I hang out with. My eyes dart around the room, just seeing who I have to put up with this year. My eyes fell on Charlene, she was sat at the back, her Ted Bakers bag sat on the seat next to her. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and she had a red halter crop top matching with white shorts. How can someone look so good? I think I'm actually starting to like her which surprises me because I've never been one for relationships. I had the odd few where it was for like a week and I've made out with some girls but never actually wanted a full on commited relationship.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked her, smiling slightly

Her eyes lit up, "no, you can sit here"

"So how come a pretty girl like you is sat on her own?"

"Oh, just not too keen on much of these people, seem dorky and weird if you ask me. You're decent though" she said laughing.

With a bang, the door was suddenly swung open, knocking off the textbooks along with the teachers mug of coffee.

"Why are you late?" He hissed

"Cause I took the long way round since I don't want to deal with this crappy lesson" said a voice full of attitude. She seemed to have a voice that I liked but also hated

"Well stop with the attitude and next time I will personally collect you from break to take you to my lesson so you will not be late again. Lateness is not tolerated here! Go grab a book and sit the hell down!"

It was none other than my former enemy/best friend, Brittany Miller. Haven't spoken to her in years but being honest I don't really care. She had her auburn hair in a high ponytail with light make up on. Her white crop top landed just above her belly button, showing a pink piercing. Also, she had on baby pink shorts matching with some pink sandals. She looked beautiful, being honest though Brittany has always made herself look absolutely amazing, slightly better than Charlene. We won't be friends again though I bet, we'll talk but I have other friends that I prefer. Besides, she's a bit of a basic bitch...no offence.

My eyes automatically rolled as we were told to copy out the sums from the whiteboard. Next to that was a chalkboard. Who even uses them now? I noticed Charlene jotting down the sums and working them out pretty quickly. That's quite weird because literally 10 minutes ago she was calling everyone dorks yet she is able to do the equations quicker than Dave noticing I broke something. Unless she meant they were goody-two shoes.

"Hey, Char?"

"Hm?" she mumbled, half paying attention

"I'll give you my number if you let me copy" I said smirking

She giggled and turned her books sideways so I could see. Mid-way copying, I ripped out the corner of my page and wrote down my number. What a legend she is. It's not that I can't do maths, well to be honest I actually cant, but I don;t have time for all this number crap that we have to do. Well atleast I'm guarenteed to have better comments when he marks our maths books. Gingerly, I grabbed my phone and placed it on my lap, praying not to get caught, and I started to text Tyrone as well as sending my streaks on Snapchat.

"Hey, add me on Snapchat. My name's Char_xoxo" Charlene called, "We can start a streak as well if you want"

"Well I do need new faces to snap" I added with a grin.

Brittany's phone got confiscated off her. I do feel sorry for her because Mr. Wilson is actually a dick, not even exaggerating here. He made me do an hours detention everyday for a month just because of the bloody slime prank. It went on his head, not on his clothes luckily but he still thought it was a big deal. Maybe because it stuck all his hair together, that was entertaining.

Well this Maths lesson has been a success so far. Roll on Period 4 when I have PE, best subject ever apart from Music.

A/N: I am so sorry this chapter was so bad, this book will get better in time I promise, there's drama to come! I hope you enjoyed it still though. Next chapter is Theonore! :)