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the ones who sits closest to the teacher so I can hear above all the kids who act like clowns and play up in the class.
    “Right, well, one day I was in the principal’s office and overheard ....’’
    “Miss. Smith, Miss. Evans, would you like detention on your first day back?’’ the teacher shouts getting everyone’s attention on us.
    “No thank you.’’
    “Well be quiet. You’re here to learn, not to gossip, you can do that in your own time.’’
    “Sorry Miss,’’ we say simultaneously.
    When she starts up her lesson again, Denny gets out her notepad, writing something down before passing it over.
    She’s one to read it aloud if we pass notes to each other, so wait until break and I’ll fill you in.
    I write okay, before turning my attention back to the front of the class, although my mind wasn’t really on the lesson, but on the events of the morning so far.
    Thinking back on my morning, I’ve managed to be hit on and I think insulted at the same time, made an enemy and made a friend. One I can already see me coming closer to. We’ve known each other less than an hour and already I feel like I can talk to her about anything. My mind also goes back to the boy Denny called Malik, which has me searching the room for him. Oddly I feel disappointed when I find he isn’t in this lesson, but also relieved because English is kind of my favourite lesson next to History. If he’d been in this class I would never have been able to concentrate on anything but his godforsaken beauty.
    I’m just hoping the rest of the school day isn’t as eventful as this morning.

Chapter Two
     
    The rest of the day has been mostly uneventful. In each lesson I had been given curious glances, but it was at lunchtime that it really started to strike a nerve with me. I had a few girls make fun of me for reasons I will never understand. They didn’t even know me. I bit my tongue and carried on with my lunch like I didn’t hear the vicious remarks they were saying. Denny had given me a curious look when I first sat down at the table she was at with a group of her friends.
    My first thought when I had met her this morning was that she must be in the popular crowd, but sitting down at lunch with her friends had me realising I was way off the mark. All her friends were pretty average students. Not popular, not unpopular, and none of them cared they weren’t either which I liked about them. Although I did find Denny didn’t talk to them as much as she did me. With me she seemed to be this outgoing bubbly girl who is friends with everyone, but at lunch she... well, she looked kind of bored if I’m honest.
     
    Heading to my last lesson of the day, I drag my feet slowly. I wish I could skip and go home, but I’ve never skipped a day in my life. I just wish I didn’t have to take my next lesson. I hate math. It’s not that I need help with it or anything; I just find it completely boring.
    Walking into the classroom the teacher doesn’t even glance my way, so I take the only desk that is empty, the one sitting towards the middle of the room. Once seated I feel more than one set of eyes on me, so curiously I look up to find in fact a few girls and boys are looking at me with either amused or shocked facial expressions. Wanting to avoid their stares I take out the math book Grandma had bought me from the list of textbooks the school had given her prior to my arrival.
    I don’t really take notice of what’s on the page as I wait for everyone to walk in and the teacher to begin the class. It’s only when I hear a book slam down to the side of me that I snap my head back up, ignoring the chuckles from other students.
    “You’re sitting at my table,’’ a husky voice says and time freezes when I raise my eyes and come eye to eye with those hypnotising dark brown eyes that captivated me this morning. He’s staring at me with an intense expression, a frown creasing his forehead.
    “I’m sorry?’’ I ask, looking around to