What if?

Same as normal

I sat in my seat at the front of the class, same as normal. English literature was my favourite class as long as I could remember, reading the words and seeing them come alive in my mind and thinking of all the possibilities that remain until the ending, sad or happy, I loved it.
Mr miles walked in briskly dropping papers and such from the pile he held and his glasses askew. He wasn't organised and he wasn't neat. He was eccentric which was fine with me.
He grinned in my direction before addressing our small class of nine who decided to choose it as a sixth form option.
"Sorry I'm late guys, has everyone read the next act of othello or do we need to watch the film?" He said grinning as we all hinted at the movie. He took attendance before James ran through the door, saying his apologies before taking his seat next to me. He was never late and never looked this scruffy with his shirt untucked and hair uncombed. He looked like he'd rolled out of bed.
"What's wrong? Why are you late?" I asked him quietly, reaching for his hand under the table.
"Fuck off ally" he snapped, pulling his hand away as if it burned.
Bad mood again. he got like this sometimes and it was always best to leave him alone, he'd come to me when he calmed down.
James and I had been dating for nearly three years now and I'd gotten used to him being like this. He was usually sweet and thoughtful.
The lesson flew by with no word from James and the bell rang, dismissing us. James got straight up and stormed out of the room before anyone else and I couldn't find him the rest of the day, which honestly didn't bother me. We'd been drifting apart slowly, but never actually said anything about our differences. I'd seen him looking at other girls and I was never bothered. I loved him. But the fire wasn't there and I don't think either of us really cared anymore, we just knew it was easier to stay together. I spent the day just going through my lessons and reading ahead for English.

I went to my last lesson, history and sat in my seat near the back with two empty chairs.when everyone was seated, I saw a girl walk into class and straight up to our teacher. Who is she? Her platinum blonde hair bounced behind her with a jet black streak running through it. Her short skirt and tight top showed off her slim body. She glanced around the class and her eyes fell on me with a subtle wink. What was this feeling?