Chapter 20

"Anthony McCoy and Ianto Garcia." The bored-looking teacher looked up, his dull, glazed-over eyes scanning the room. "Welcome our two new students."

The class murmured "hello"s and "hi".

Tanaka was slouching in his chair next to Darcy, who was doodling in the margins of her beat-up maths notebook. 

"Mr McCoy and Mr Garcia, you can find yourselves an empty seat."

That caught the two teenagers' attention.

The only free seats were on either side of the pair. Nobody really liked to sit next to them. 

The boys took the chairs, though, sitting down and dumping their bags on the floor. Anthony had shoulder-length brown hair, tied up in a neat little bun at the back of his head. He wore a tank top and a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up. Then there was jeans, and a friendly smile on his lips. 

Darcy wished that she hadn't worn her pink tights with her combat boots today, the fabric was beginning to resemble the coloring of her cheeks as she blushed furiously. She tipped her head forwards and pulled her hair out of its ponytail to let it obscure her face.

The Hispanic teen - Ianto, Tanaka remembered vaguely - was skinny, almost painfully so. He had messy brown hair that curled slightly, and warm coffee-colored eyes. His skin was tanned, and he had slim fingers.

Darcy snickered as Tanaka looked away quickly. 

"Hot boys, finally. This town really needs them. More specifically, you and I need them." She whispered in his ear.

He smacked her upside the head in retaliation. 

The End

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