Maths started off uneventfully. Transformations of shapes or some rubbish like that. I’d never even heard the word used in that context before but I took to it straight away. I sat with Zoe and Lewin who seemed to be getting more and more irate at my abilities.
Zoe really didn’t understand how to translate a triangle. But when I tried to explain it to her, I couldn’t. I didn’t understand it all too well either. So I let her copy my coordinates and grids. She seemed to like me a bit more after that.
Every now and again, that boy would look over his shoulder and smile at me in that way that made my palms sweaty. I was getting tired of it; I wasn’t used to acting human or having the emotions that came from their world. I turned to Zoe and whispered to her.
“Who’s that boy? The one who keeps smiling at me?” I asked quietly, while trying to draw the line y=x on my grid.
“Hm? Oh, that’s Nat,” she whispered back.
“Why does he keep smiling at me?”
“You’re the new conquest. And if you’re not careful, you’ll end up in his pile of cast-offs.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I murmured truthfully.
“He wants to get you in his bed,” she explained. Now I understood.
“Well I have no intention of conforming to his wishes.”
She looked at me oddly. “Then I think we’ll be good friends.”
She smiled. “He’s my brother.”
“Then I have even less intention to give him what he wants.”
The teacher, Mrs Moran, glared at us so we got back to our work. Even though I’d promised Zoe I wouldn’t give her brother what he wanted, his smile still made me nervous. It sent sparks down my spine. I couldn’t help but smile back a few times.
When maths was over, I followed Zoe to French. I was a bit worried but excited about that lesson. For thirteen years, I’d been taught languages; you never knew what nationality the soul was that you had to collect.
Mr Wilson sat me in the only empty seat. I put my bag down and sat in the chair before I realised who I was sat next to. Fate, Destiny, someone’s revenge, call it what you want, but I was sat beside Nat.
“Hi,” he said quietly, “I’m Nat.”
“I know,” he said with that heart-wrenching smile.
Mr Wilson started talking. He made languages sound so boring. After about five minutes, a piece of paper nudged my arm. I picked it up and opened it out under the desk. This is soooo boring! I smiled and replied, Hang in there. I pushed it back across the desk.
Nat’s leg touched mine. He didn’t move it. I looked at him and he took on that enthralling smile again. His ash blonde hair was short but stuck up all over the place. His blue eyes had flecks of brown in them. My mind started fantasising, all by itself. I don’t know what brought on the desires but I had to look away from him.
Mr Wilson’s speech hadn’t become any more interesting but there were some grammar notes on the board. No one was bothering to copy them down. I can’t say I was surprised; they were written in an illegible scrawl. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zoe glaring at me.