FYI Romeo, Rosaline's a whore

FYI Romeo, Rosaline's a whore- Part 2

One hand was just so warm,

whereas the other hand was ice cold.

Why does this cold hand seem so appealing?

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First class up like i mentioned before is Biology, sure i hate it but i'm not the type to whinge and complain and cause a scene. I walk down the dull concreted hallways until i come across my classroom; Room 21A. I walk through the blue door and see a teacher sitting at her desk shuffling papers and about ten or so students quitely talking.

The teacher gets my attention and calls me over, 'Name?' she asks.

'Maxxie,' i reply, flashing a quick grin.

She ticks the little square next to my name and waves me away, as if to say bugger off. I walk and take a seat next to some friends who took Soccer with me last year.

'Maximillus Calloway,' she teacher says loudly, in an evil tone.

I freeze up and cringe, everyone snickers at my full name, i quietly thank my grandfather who gave me the ludicrous name in the first place.

'Yes Ms?'

'We have a seating plan!'

'A what?'

She stands up and nearly erupts like a volcano, 'I beg your pardon Ms Joffee,' she corrects me, in a cynical voice.

'I beg your pardon Ms,' i say.

'We have a seating plan,' she says slowly, as if she was talking to a disabled person, i feel my cheeks flame, 'Read it,' she instructs and points to the white sheet of paper stuck on the whiteboard. I get up from my seat and make my way over to the board.

I scan the sheet looking for my name, and i see it, i'm sharing a desk with someone called Anneliese.

'Must be new,' i mumble to myself.

The teacher settles the class down and everyone is complaining and mumbling about this uncalled for seating plan, i am so tempted to take that piece of paper and shove it...

'Can you move your books?' someone asks me.

I look up and see unhappiness, gloom, misery and despair, it came in the form of a girl who might be called Anneliese. Without a word i moved my books over and stared in front of me, the room was dead silent. All eyes were on the girl cloaked heavily in black, i don't know what her eyes look like but all i remember seeing was thick lines of black eyeliner and lumpy mascara. I watch her hands tap her text book to a rhythm i couldn't hear, her fingernails were painted, there was a tattoo on her left hand, it read HATE on her knuckles. I was wondering to myself if it was real or not, when Ms Joffee's loud voice rings out my name, 'Maximillus!'

Shit balls.

'Pay attention to the front! Not Ms Dejereaux!'

I don't answer, just cower in my seat and wait for the laughing and staring to pass. i don't like this girl, shes weird, she freaks me out.

When class ends i grab my things and walk out in such a hurry i trip over a chair.

My mates make a joke, and i grin and laugh along as if i don't care, my grin fades as i see Anneliese helping me pick up my books.

'Uh,' i say, 'really it's fine...' she's on her knees, wearing black jeans with a checkered belt and supposed band tshirt with a grey hooded jumper.

'Seriously,' i say and take the books off her, 'you didn't have to.'

'It's fine...' she shrugs at me and pops her gum loudly, i feel a smile on my mouth, then i hear my friend Tim call for me from the doorway, 'Come on Maxxie, lets get a move on!'