Moving, Just Keep Moving
Chapter 1
“Do you
think he’s interested in me?” I ask turning to Harry as he pushes a pile of
folders into my arms.
“And who
would that be?” Looking at him I smile and wait, he knows who, but doesn't admit
it.
“You know
who”, I point my head towards Liam who stands across the hall a gang of girls
laughing at his jokes, hanging on to his every word. Harry turns to look,
passing a maths book into my arms in the process; I watch his expression as he
glances in the gang’s direction, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Staring
into the dark depths of his locker he laughs and proceeds to return to ‘sorting’ the
mess, “What? Why do you always pull that face?”
Harry grins,
shrugging he closes the locker door, “He’s bad news and you know it. It’s as
simple as that”, the bell rings signalling class, “Got to go I’ll call you
later, okay?”
“Okay”,
Harry must be the only person in school who actually rushes to class, and makes
an effort to be there on time. If the bell rings and he’s not sat at his desk,
well that just drives him insane.
I reach the
English block heading towards the classroom; of course as I enter I notice that
half of the class are missing. It’s a Friday afternoon and whilst most kids
skip school and head down to the beach, I have no second thoughts about turning
up to class. English is my favourite lesson, it baffles me how kids can dismiss
it as an uninteresting, unimportant lesson.
“Ah Samantha
nice to see you, well done on being one of fourteen students who have decided
to attend on this glorious Friday afternoon”, Mr Myles turns to me smiling his
curly mop bouncing as he springs across the classroom, “Question for you
Samantha, do you know how many students
this classroom should be holding right now?”
I laugh
shaking my head, “No sir.”
“Thirty two
Samantha, eighteen students have made the great decision of dismissing my
lesson. Eighteen bright and intelligent students have headed to the beach.
These students are so intelligent that they believe that this behaviour is
acceptable, that their papers will not be failed and I will not report their
behaviour. Well I have news for them, I am writing out report cards for every
single one of them right-“A knock on the door averts our attention, “Liam how
nice of you to join us. Make that seventeen.” A sarcastic tone takes over Mr
Myles voice, “Was the beach closed today?”
Liam dumps
his navy sports bag on the table next to me shaking his head he sniggers, his
sandy coloured hair shaking as he does so, “No sir.”
“Then why
the hell are you here? In fact I don’t care, just let it be known that you’re
friends are now on report cards, take it in your best interest to congratulate
them”, smiling at Liam he raises his eyebrows and turns to the whiteboard,
“Today we are starting new group projects, don’t get too excited”, he turns his
body towards us smiling, pointing his pen in our general direction, “You should
be working in pairs, but seen as Liam has turned up that’s kind of dismissed
that idea.”
Liam moves
his chair out from beneath the desk next to me, “I could leave sir?” No please don’t leave.
“No, no that
won’t be necessary Liam, in fact you can work with Samantha”, Oh my freaking god. I can feel his eyes
on me, but there is no way I can look up, instead I keep my focus on the
notebook between us, that and his muscular, tanned arm that lays lazily on the
table just inches from mine. He begins to move his table close to mine,
prompting me to stare in his direction, “Liam” he smiles holding out his hand
for me to shake.
“Samantha”, I
smile and blush.
“Enough of
the small talk, I’m pretty sure you've met before”, Mr Myles couldn't be more
wrong, Liam has never spoke one word to me, “Just create an A grade piece of
work, and on Tuesday you will be given the chance to wow me with your words”,
Mr Myles smiled at us simply before striding across the room to his desk, and
brushing his slim fit suit before sitting.
Liam grins,
pushing his hair away from his forehead, “Right Samantha, how do you want to
start this thing?” My god that hair. That
sandy, golden, shiny hair…. What am I saying he isn't a Labrador!
“Huh?”
He chuckles,
waving his hand in front of me, “Earth to Sam, how would you like to start,
should we make a plan of the main points? Then we can research ideas and
elaborate on them later?”
“Sure”, the
words go in but I’m hardly concentrating, he called me Sam only Dad and Harry call me that. Only those two people know that
it is my preferred name, the two people I love more than anyone else in this
world. I think of what Harry would say, it’s
just a coincidence.
But Harry maybe its fate.
After
forty-five minutes of planning and drafting our coursework, Mr Myles calls time
on the lesson, “Good work class, you have until Tuesday to finish this piece,
so discuss how you will work on it over the weekend and then you may leave.”
Packing my
books and paper back into my satchel I turn to face Liam, “I can meet up
tomorrow night?”
He turns to
me laughing, “Tomorrow’s a Saturday” he raises his eyebrows, chuckling as if
I’d made a joke. Oh yeah he probably has
some cool party to attend.
“Oh yeah,
forgot for a second there…”
Heading out
of the class he turns to me, “Make it tomorrow day and I’m all yours.”
“Yeah okay”,
I shout to him as he rushes down the corridor not bothering to turn around.
