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me…
    “ Okay. Thanks.” I wasn’t planning on returning tomorrow so it
didn’t really matter.
    “ There are also some brochures in there detailing our extensive
range of extra curricular activities and also a guide to the
school. You should find the map very helpful.”
    “ Thanks.”
    “ If you have any problems or queries you know where I
am.”
    “ Thanks.” Christ, was I incapable of saying anything
else?
    “ Come on, lish, I’ll show you to your first class,” Blaine
said, taking the schedule from my hand and accidently brushing the
edge of his fingers across the back of my hand. The warmth of his
skin injected me like a surge of electricity causing me to gasp
like an idiot. Although he didn’t make eye contact, a devilish grin
spread across his lips and I knew damn well the gorgeous bastard
was painfully aware of the effect he had on girls… on me .
    “ We’ve got physics together second period, pre-calculus
four th and
economics fifth,” he stated, tracing the schedule with his taught
finger. “You’re also in my humanities class on Wednesday’s and
history on Friday’s,” he added with what I wanted to believe was a
genuine smile. “But right now you’ve got English Lit. Come on, I’ll
show you the way.”
    Holy shit I was nervous. Actually screw that I was completely
petrified. The sneers and whispers from nearly every passer-by
hadn’t gone unnoticed.
    “ Nice sweater!” a girl with poker straight copper hair
muttered sardonically as she sauntered past me, causing her group
of clones to giggle as they twirled their ponytails around their
fingers. One even had pigtails. Actual bloody pigtails. I’d not worn pigtails
since I was five – and neither should she.
    “ Get fucked, Liv,” Blaine snapped. Copper Bitch blushed,
threw a look
of disgust my way and left without another word.
    “ It’s cold in England. This move was kind of sprung on me –
I didn’t have time to shop for summer clothes.” Or the money… I
felt compelled to justify myself as I fiddled with the hem of my
jumper.
    “ Don’t sweat it, lish. You gotta feel sorry for ‘em really…
what with only having one brain cell to share between ‘em.” Blaine winked at
me and somehow it managed to send my insecurities packing. Until I
remembered he wouldn’t be in my first class...
    Thousands of evil butterflies from hell with shards of
glass for
wings took up flight in my stomach when I realised I was about to
endure a whole hour of snide comments and cackles with nobody to
defend me.
    Lucky me.
    Blaine paused by a strip of metal lockers and after
double-checking the letter attached to my schedule he pointed to
the one reserved for me. I twisted the combination to the numbers
printed on my letter and peeked inside at the empty space which
smelled of sweaty socks and aftershave. Yum. As yet I had nothing to put inside so I
closed it again and turned to Blaine for further directions to my
class.
    “ English L it’s right through there,” Blaine gestured his hand towards
a door with ‘3B’ etched onto the square pane of glass.
    “ Thanks,” I said , making no attempt to move.
    “ Don’t take no shit from anyone, lish. Them girls can smell
fear.” I nodded weakly and reluctantly started to drag my feet
across the floor. “Hey, Maddie!” he called after me and I yanked my
neck around to meet his gaze. “I’ll meet you back here and walk to
you to second period.”
    “ Thanks,” I uttered with a heartfelt smile. I really needed to Google
alternative words of gratitude.
    Wal king into the lion’s cage I kept my eyes firmly focused on
my destination – the teacher’s desk. I heard whispers and giggles
but maybe I was just being egotistical to assume they were directed
towards me. I wasn’t that special. I approached the desk prompting
Mr Franks (according to the silver name plate) to look up. He was
younger than I expected – mid-twenties at the oldest. I wondered
idly if he was even old enough to teach.