I quickly changed back into my school clothes, that consisted of dark jeans, black converse and white t-shirt. Accompanied with a handful of woven bracelets I made myself out of strings of varying colours. I had no idea what too wear on my first day at a new school. I had never attended a school that allowed free dress before. It had always been a strict uniform. Was I underdressed? I didn't know what was expected of a girl in year 10 to wear. I tried to shrug the thought off this morning. Now, it was all I could think about.
I now had only 10 minutes to unpack my bag, that was bursting with books, find my locker and work out where my first lesson, Maths, (groan) was. I was the first too leave the change room. The air was moist from the showers and smelt like a mixture of about six different deodorants. My lungs where thankful as I left the gym and entered the crowded corridor. Noise and bodies hit both my body and ears. The hall was like a tsunami of bodies thundering down a one way street. I half expected a magnet to be sitting at the other end of the hall. I looked down at my diary that I clutched onto for dear life. I could feel judging eyes drill into me as I fumbled through the pages. The book was arranged by date with my personal timetable stuck into the back.
The little squares where colour coded according to each subject. My locker number was printed in the top right hand corner of the sheet. The small black numbers read 040. Right, locker number forty. I turned around in the diminishing swarm of people. The blue locker bank behind me had their corresponding numbers pressed into the top right hand corner. The locker closest to me had a number 030 and the one to its right had 031. I followed the bank of increasing numbers until I found mine. 040 was the 5th closest too the end of the row. Right outside the bathroom. Great.
I opened the door and started shoving my books into my locker. The space was small. I was late so I didn't have time organise everything. Not that it would stay organised for very long.......but still I might as well start neat. Right?. I grabbed my books out for the first two classes, maths and English and jammed my bag that was still full of books the best I could into my locker. My now there was no one left in the corridor. Crap. I thought to myself. I fumbled through the pages of the school diary once again to find the room that maths was in. The little red box had room21a as my maths room. The class room opposite my locker was room 18a. At, least I was no the right floor. My goal for today was to remain optimistic. So far I was doing alright.
I followed the linoleum floor as I marked off each classroom. Soon enough I turned the corner to find class 21a on my left. Students where already seated and a fat, grey haired man was writing a series of numbers on the board. From behind the closed grey door I took a breath and walked into the room.
"Your late." The old man said into the white board. He turned to face me squinting over his round rimmed glasses. His greying eyebrows were furrowed into rather an aggressive frown. His voice and directness took me by surprise.
"Umm sorry, I am new and didn't know where to go." I said as I stood awkwardly by the door. Everyone was looking at me. I could feel the weight of their looks raining down on my shoulders. I did a quick scan of the class.
I saw Mikaela smiling at me over her dark blue rimmed glasses. She hadn't been wearing them at basketball, so at first I hadn't recognised her. She had an empty seat on her right side. She pulled the chair out. A silent invitation for me to sit. On her other side sat a girl, with dark hair and olive skin. She was also smiling. Her chocolaty coloured eyes where welcoming and I couldn't help smiling back. I sat down beside Mikaela.
"Don't worry about him." The dark haired girl to Mikaela's left said as she leaned away from her desk tilting back on her chair.
"My names Claudia, and you are....?" Her sentence trailed off. Waiting for a reply.
"Bailey." I said as I opened my maths text book and workbook, setting them on the table.
Claudia opened her mouth too say something else when the maths teacher, I was growing too hate spoke again.
"Bailey, is it?" The old toad flustered as he peered over his glasses at me.
"Being new gives you no excuse to talk in my class."
He turned his back on me and began writing with a squeaking red coloured pen on the white board. As the letters he was writing formed into a single word my heart sunk.
Algebra. A groan sounded through the class and everyone in the room collectively slouched in their seats.
"Is there an extension class at this school?" I asked Mikaela as I began copying down what the teacher (who I know knew as Mr Steven) was writing on the board.
"Yes there is, and your sitting in it right now." Her whisper was hushed below Mr Steven's voice. I began panicking. I was in the extension class at my old school. I was secretly hoping this class wouldn't be any harder then what I was used to.
Once I had copied down what was written on the board I took my time to look around the class. There was an even number of boys too girls. Pictures of Mathematicians lined the off white walls. Too my right was a large window that lined the length of the wall. The window showed a large football oval with wooden blue coloured bleachers lining the sides. Off white lines divided the space into corresponding areas.
"Now if the cubed root of 2a is 4a then what's the percentage of the calculation." I knew the answer but I really didn't want the reputation of new girl nerd.It was too early in the day to be labeled with a stereotype. I sat back in my chair clicking my pen through the silence before a had in the left hand corner of my vision began to rise. I turned too see who the hand belonged too. The rise of the hand was timid and didn't ooz any confidence whatsoever. I almost fell of my chair when I saw who it was.
"Yes Luke?" Mr Steven said pointing the tip of the red marker in Luke's direction.
Luke sat up in his seat leaning his elbows on the table. His posture was slightly hunched. He wore a black beanie, his blonde hair was coming out the front, falling onto his forehead. He was wearing dark jeans, black vans and a dark blue Blink 182 t-shirt. I had an almost instant feeling of weightlessness in my stomach. The feeling made me uncomfortable and I was hoping no one noticed the way my eyes snapped away from his direction. I had a warm feeling begin in my cheeks. I told myself that if I ignored the feeling it would pass. It did. But very,very slowly.
LUKE POV:
No one was answering the question. The answer had been running around inside my head for too long now for me not to give the answer. I began raising my hand. As soon as I did all the attention in the class room was centred on me.
"Yes Luke." I heard Mr Steven say.
I could feel the pressure of everyones eyes on me. The one pair that made me the most uncomfortable came from over on the right side of the room. Bailey, The new girl was watching me. I could feel a weird unknown feeling stir inside my stomach. Her crystal green eyes where watching me closely. I then saw them quickly snap away. A smirk began forming on my lips as I answered the question.
"30%." I answered, leaning forward on the table casually. I could have sworn I saw a flicker of shock pass over Bailey's face. She was surprised.
"Correct." Mr Steven answered as he turned to write on the board once again.
I smirked again, inwardly this time. Calum, who was sitting next to me shook his dark head.
"How did you even work that out?" He groaned as he tipped his head into his hands. He had pen scribbles all over his page.
"You didn't even use any paper." He groaned gesturing to my closed book.
"Mum's a maths teacher." I sighed as I leaned back in my chair, throwing a look in Bailey's direction. She was talking to Mikaela and Claudia. Calum had a massive crush on Claudia, but he was the shy type and he refused to tell anyone that he had a crush on anyone. I guessed. So that didn't really count.
Bailey was explaining something in her book to Mikaela who was nodding and chewing on the end of her pencil. She was talking quickly using her pen to point things out on the page. Her stray bits of blonde hair falling into her face. My fingers itched with the desire to tuck the strands behind her ears.
I looked away when I saw her look up from the book she was holding. But our eyes met for a millisecond. Shit. I thought to myself. She caught me looking at her. This was never meant to happen.
BAILEY POV:
Mikaela was having trouble doing a question in the book so I began helping her. I explained it by drawing a couple of equations into her book. Claudia was leaning in around Mikaela so she could also see. Understanding began dancing into their eyes after the second equation I drew up.
"OMG I get it now!!!" Claudia laughed slamming her hands onto the table.
"Thanks Bai!!" She said as she returned to drawing the equations out of the textbook and onto the page of her notebook.
"Thanks Bro." Mikaela said as she began flipping too the right page in her book. I closed my text book and looked up. I could have sworn I saw Luke's eyes dart away from mine.
It was either a coincidence or he didn't want me to know he had been looking at me.
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