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I slam my hand down on the sixth and final alarm, laying there refusing to accept it's time to move. It's too early, its not fair, after summer they should have school start two hours later for the first half term, to let you get used to actually waking up and organising yourself. I breath a long a sigh and begrudgingly open my eyes. Today's the day, the first day of sixth form. How long before I screw everything up? I make a bet with myself I won't last the first week, as I lay there listening to my brain telling my body to get up and get dressed, my body refuses to respond. In the morning's its like my body takes three thousand times as long to take action, then again maybe my brain isn't actually sending the message, it is merely suggesting what I should be doing. I lay there for what turns out to be about forty five minutes just staring across my small room at my not so far away cabinet. The maths then runs through my head that I have ten minutes to get ready and walk out that door or be late. Fuck. I jump bolt upright into a sitting position and run quickly through my head what I should wear. I then grab my black skinnys from yesterday and proceed to yank them on followed by a black vest top. I force a brush through my thick matted hair thinking of how I can't wait to get it cut. Quick glance in the mirror, tousle my hair, wipe off my smudged make-up from yesterday leaving some lining my eyes. Rushed top up on the mascara then I tie my military boots up, grab my bag, keys, helmet, leather jacket and I'm out the door, by which time twenty minutes had passed. Unlocked my crappy ped (why couldn't I drive fully at 16, then I could've just had a motorbike), another ten mins gone. I leave whining along like a hair-dryer at a very boring 30 mph.

I arrive after an hour, due to my lateness traffic wasn't so bad, twenty minutes late. I've been later. Just give it the rest of the week my brain told me, it's nice how much faith I have in myself. It being the first day period one's usual lesson was replaced with a tutor group meeting to give out timetables, make subject corrections and fill out any missing personal details. Dull. I had already sorted everything out on my original enrolment meeting and all my subject choices were correct, I filled in the one sheet I had yet to complete and sat there. Five minutes into my everlasting boredom, despite having come in late It felt like I was sat there forever, I started to pull out my headphones when my dippy tutor came over to me and whispered "You alright Alice, do you have any friends here or are you completely on your own?", Ugh. Maybe I want to be on my own, can't you see the headphones? Course instead of saying the truth I plastered on a small friendly smile and politely replied, "yeah, no I'm good I know a few people here and stuff, they're just busy with there paperwork at the moment yano?", she just gave a brief sound of acknowledgement and nodded her head, "Just making sure, need to make sure everyone has their friends here.", with which she manoeuvres here way through the crowded room back to her desk and attempts to remember what the heck she's suppose to be doing, I'm almost 100% certain she never did. It's not like I was completely lying either, I knew a couple of people in the room from my secondary school, they just weren't friends and I had no intention in befriending them. I then proceeded with the action to get my headphones and pop them in my ears whereupon I blasted Green Day through my ears full volume, I was in the need for an upbeat music sesh to bring me out of this slow boredom. So I skipped over my usual favourite but slow song, wake me up when September ends and headed straight for my more upbeat favourite, Minority. I ended up playing this on repeat for most the day when I could listen to music.

I had a free period before official registration since I missed my first lesson so everyone else could do paperwork, it was physics so I wasn't complaining too much. Spent the free forty minute period exploring the building getting familiar with the layout and hunting down the rooms for all my lessons so I was prepped and ready to go. Registration quickly came around and I was once again squeezed into that tiny room with the rest of my tutor group for another five minutes. I then had maths next, once that lesson was over and done with I headed back to the main area of the first building called the concourse, I then sat down there for an hour casually working on some homework I had already collected from maths, I was sat there for about fifteen minutes when up from the stairs came this small group of 3 people they weren't particularly loud or anything; but the sound of one of the guys caught my ears. I looked up to see these two averagely dressed people, one guy, one girl, the girl was in a much darker toned palette than average but otherwise normal, then the third guy, the guy whose voice had pricked my ears was leaning against the wall wearing this wonderful military style jacket/trench coat and ripped black faded jeans, his face had an obvious spot problem going on but he had this wonderful black ragged hair and the minute I saw him my eye's were glued, transfixed, beyond the ability of looking away. he was a few metres away and I could just about hear him what he was saying, not that any of it was registering I was just looking at him and taking him in, most girls would've looked at him and said he's nothing special, he wasn't well built or toned, he didn't have what would conventionally b considered an attractive face but something about him made my heart pulsate so hard I could feel it in the tips of my fingers. I didn't know how to react to this I've never just looked at a guy for the very first time ever and just felt this way. I continued to stare at him till I realized he would soon notice if I didn't at least angle my head away, so I looked back down to my work then I slowly glanced back up to watch him my face still positioned as if i was working, my eyes being the only thing giving me away, five seconds later he must have finally noticed the feeling you get when someone's looking at you and followed it to look in my direction where upon I impulsively looked away. I gave it a couple of seconds and looked back again and he just waved his female friend goodbye and him and his male friend went to sit down at a table only a metre away from the wall I was sat against, right in front of me. My heart rate increased again with a defining kick against my ribcage, I continued to glance up from my work at him and he caught me at least 3 times, each time I quickly looked away, I was pretty sure at any rate soon he was gonna ask me what my problem was if this continued, even though the last time he caught me I carried on staring for a second before aborting back to my work. I still couldn't figure out what it was about him that I liked so much however and it bugged me, he was so attractive and I didn't know what it was that I saw that made me feel this way.

I then glanced at my phone, crap I have a minute to get to my next lesson! I looked around to see that the majority of people had left except for me, him and his friend, were they skipping their next lesson? Nah, they probably had a free, either way I packed my things into my bag, slung it over my shoulder and proceeded to leave still wondering about that guy. As I walked away I glanced back to see he had removed his awesome coast to reveal this purple vest that judging by the hem around the arm, once had sleeves, the next thing to grab my attention wasn't something that shocked me in anyway really for some reason I expected it to be there and I only felt mutual understanding as I took in the clear signs of cuts on his upper right arm, still slightly red, they were reasonably fresh. I finally glanced back up t his face to see him watching me leave, I felt my face begin to go red as I casually turned my head back around and carried on walking. I spent the rest of the day with that guy in my head, wondering who he was, what did he study, he looked more like the vocational course type rather than A-level, then again who am I to judge? I look more like an art student then an academic. Still he stuck in my mind for the rest of the day and my heart was still fluttering for him as I rested my head on my pillow that night. I chose not to assign him any form of identification from others since I had no intention of sharing him with anyone else so he didn't any way of being referred to, he wasn't that guy in the cool coat or the guy with the cuts on his arm, he was just him, I knew who he was and that's all that mattered. I closed my eyes that night wondering if I would be lucky enough to see him again.

Notes

First story, first chapter not a lot happens haha i'm sorry but I assure you we will get round to the mystery guy in more detail in the next chapter!!! ^.^ thanks to anyone who reads this! I am more doing this for my own amusement, though I would be extremely happy if anyone else enjoys it!!! thank you!

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