Virgin, Alice X [classic literature books txt] 📗

up to write on the board.

Suddenly, everyone’s attention was diverted towards the door. I was still trying to pull my note book out of my bag to even notice the boy walking in all I could hear was the tapping of shoes then they suddenly stopped.

“Who are you?” I heard Ms Bash ask the boy but I was still too busy to look up.

“Darren Samuels, I’m a new student in your class,” I heard his voice my eyes slightly lifting from the bag to the front but Rita’s redhead friend was in the way I couldn’t see the boy’s face.

“Find an empty seat and sit in it,” Ms Bash replied in her harsh tone before turning back to the board, I could almost feel the disgust and hate she had for us students, I always wonder why she became a teacher if she hated teaching so much. Then suddenly comprehending what she said I looked beside me and saw the empty chair.

Trying to yank the notebook from my bag quicker than I could place my bag beside me on the chair I tugged it so hard it hurdled from my hand and wacked someone in the face. I gasped and looked around only to find the new boy holding my note book in his hand and rubbing his face where a small red mark was begging to appear.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” I said before snatching my book off him and sitting back on my seat. Ms Bash just made a snort like sound and carried on writing the date on the board. Unlike her I could feel my life cripple into nothing, not because of the stares I was getting from the class but because I had just wacked Darren in the face with my notebook.

One look at Darren and I knew why I was getting the cold stares, he had an angel like face, so perfectly shaped with dark brown eyes that looked endlessly warm with a hint of something sinister. His small crooked smile   made my heart rate speed up. His light brown hair flopped on his face but it didn’t matter because they looked just as perfect.

Calling myself to snap out of my stupid love trance then I wouldn’t look like Ms Bash, I tried to write the date in my notebook but my hands were too shaky then I heard a screeching of a chair being pulled from under a table and looked beside me just to see Darren rubbing his face and taking a seat beside me.

That’s when everything changed, the day I met Darren.

 

Chapter 3: I have an imagination...i think...

 

Math had finally finished. After a long terrorizing hour of Ms Bash going through the math homework we were freed and let lose so we could go to our next lesson, si still don’t know how I managed to live through the lesson with Ms Bash screeching in my left ear and Darren’s stare holding on my right hand side. But I lived.

I was on my way to Social science when someone pushed right into me. “Hey virgin,” I heard Rita cackle her evil laugh then I so Sophie behind her sniggering. I tossed my hoodie off and let of a bold smile making their smiles disappear into nothing.

“Don’t smile you repel all the boys away,” Rita threw back at me trying to break me but all I did was fold my arms over my chest and roll my eyes.

“Oh Rita, how many times do I have to tell you, I couldn’t give two shits about what you say, so in other words let your imagination run wild cause it isn’t bothering me, your just wasting your own time.” The words came out of my mouth so confident and posed like I really didn’t care, but from inside I was a sweating pig waiting for the conversation to be over.

I acted like I didn’t care but to be honest the push she had really hurt my rib cage. I turned on my converse shoes and I kept walking till she grabbed me from my shoulder and turned me around again “I saw you looking at Darren, let me inform you little virgin no boy is ever going to fall for someone like you, so do yourself a favour and stay away from him.” She said before giving me another push into the lockers.

My back hit the metal and I felt the pain again but I pulled my hoodie and walked on. My head stooped even lower than normal, maybe she was right maybe I wasn’t worth anything. It felt like I had something stuck in my throat like I couldn’t talk for some odd reason.

My hands felt sticky so I rubbed them against my hoodie and stuffed them into my pockets even further, my body felt that if I tried to hide myself so much, that one day maybe just maybe I would disappear.

When I reached my Social Science class I opened the door and found that Darren was also in my class, it felt almost like I was in a teen comedy bullshit movie. My gut groaned.

Walking to my desk I saw him turning around, I didn’t know if he was looking at me or if something else had caught his attention. I was two seats behind him. He looked around the room taking in the atmosphere then he looked at me and smiled, I almost thought that was a genuine smile but then that thought drifted away when he saw a blonde haired girl called Ruby and smiled her, his eyes lighting up at her beauty. It was a pain in maths because all he did was talk but not to me, everyone else in the classroom had had a conversation with him except me.

Then every time Ms Bash heard something she would glare at me or say “Ericka, if you want to talk get out of my class!” But I was the only one that didn’t say anything, it was him who made all the noise and I had to pay the price.

My aim in Social Sciences was to make sure he had been nowhere near me and he couldn’t talk to me. Slowly students started to pour into the class. A few fair girls had a bit of a cat fight on who should be allowed to sit with Darren he just smirked to himself, but it all came to an end when Brock the school jock walked in and took the seat next to Darren like they had been mates from preschool.

I carefully, remembering the notebook insisted before, took my books out and began to look through the work we did last week. I curiously took some glances towards the two so-called mates –Brock and Darren- they both talked and laughed about something. Brock must have really said something funny because it had Darren in a fit of laughter. I had to be honest his laugh was super cute, but it would never say that out loud that would be stupid.

Mr Render was our Social Science teacher, out of the entire teacher population he was my favourite. He went to his desk, taking in the fact he had a new student present in his class and began to recap everything from last week.

Mr Render continued to explain the work when suddenly, there was a knock at the door and the school receptionist came take Mr Render out to have a word with him. As soon as Mr Render stepped out of the classroom everyone erupted into conversation about or to Darren. I slouched lower in my chair trying to become invisible, slowly forgetting reality I fell into a day dream picking my pen up and starting to scribble something down on my notebook.

When I stopped and looked at the whole picture I had drawn it was of an angel. It felt like I had seen it before, maybe in a dream or a movie I couldn’t remember reading about it. It was beautiful yet it looked so sinister. I slapped my notebook shut as soon as the sound of the door came about to everyone, most of the students scurrying back to their desks.

Mr Render walked back into the classroom his face looked bright red like he was embarrassed or something but I let it slide. He carried on explaining till he told us that next week he would be pairing everyone up to do our end of term investigation, it was 70% of final grade. I instantly, began to pray that I was paired with Gretel like last year; she was really nice a shy girl like me but her speciality was that she was super clever and she had the biggest brain anyone could ask for. Also she did all the work and didn’t even ask for help once and put both our names on it making us both pass.

I was too distracted to hear the whispering ahead of me. All lesson Darren had been laughing but suddenly, his laughter had stopped. He was shaking his head and taking not so secret glances towards me. When I had zipped my bag up I looked up to lock eyes with Darren who only instantly looked away.

Mr Render was still giving us some last pointer on how we could revise for some of the questions on the exam paper to come when he picked a pile of papers from the deck and began to hand them out when Darren put his hand in the air.

“Yes, Darren.” Mr Render asked looking sceptical about whether he should let this new student talk. “Can I hand the papers out if you want?” his shoulders slightly shrugged showing a chilled out posture. Mr Render’s eye brown raised a little then he handed the papers to Darren before he carried on talking.

Darren squeezed the papers; he placed a sheet on every desk purposely missing out mine, till the end. It made me feel even more invisible. He was still holding on to a few sheets when before he reached my desk all of a sudden he was on the floor –all I remember seeing was all the sheets on the floor. I leaned down to take one sheet then he didn’t have to get so close to me in case he felt I would poison him just by looking at him like medusa.

“I knew I couldn’t trust him,” I heard Mr Render’s voice and everyone in the class began to laugh in amusement. When Darren pulled my sleeve and whispered something in my ear “stay in the classroom.”

Before I could question what he meant he quickly picked the sheets up and threw one on my desk straightening, himself up and laughing along with everyone else. Everyone had been so busy laughing that they didn’t even see him whisper in my ear. The thought of him so close to my face almost made me feel like I had just imagined it.

 

But what happened after that lesson was what told me that it was no imagination.