Just go with the feeling...

I always liked him.  We had chemistry together.  He sat on the other side of the room but sometimes he would ask me for help.  Of course I always would, I was quite good at explaining stuff to him.  He said I was better than the teacher.  I doubted that.

My parents want me to be a teacher.  To pass on my gift to others as they say.  I don't see the point.  I'm blessed with brains; why can't I do something more significant?  I would prefer to help on a bigger scale.  Like run for prime minister or something.  I would prefer to make this country a better place.

Argh! I was doing it again.  Why did I always think like that?  Why couldn't I think like a normal teenager?  Drugs, drink and sex.  That's how it was supposed to be.  I suppose my parents didn't really bring me up that way.

"Hey," he said.  I had completely forgot he was there.  Oh crap.  What should I say to him?  What should I say?

" Did you do the homework okay?"

Naturally, that's all I could think of.  Why was I like that?  "Erm.  I did it fine.  Thanks."

"Erm, what brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Oh, didn't you know.  I live round the corner."

"Really?"  I never realised how cute he was...  "Can we go there now?"  I took the plunge.

His eyes widened.  "Sure."  He half smiled.  I bet he was wondering what I wanted.  I didn't really have an idea but I just wanted to go with the feeling...

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