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Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. Pull your self together! I reminded my self this constantly as I reluctantly walked into class, steeling myself for 2 hours of mental torture. I couldn't even think straight as seeing five minutes ago, I had fallen(literally) in love. Nothing could possibly get worse. But as always, the universe just loved to prove me wrong. As soon as I passed through the door, everyone who was sitting at the tables looked up in unison, staring at me. Okay. I mean I couldn't blame them, I could almost see myself with crazy hair and a puffed out face that looked liked I had had just run a mile. But this was all very unnerving. It was like they were almost daring me to sit next to them. My eyes darted around scanning the possibilities; knowing very well that whoever I sat next to would be my partner for the year.

I started making my way to a seat, with a pretty girl sitting next to it when her eyes matched mine. Whoa. If only looks could kill. IT was like she was stabbing me in her mind. No way would I sit next to her. I quickly staggered backwards and tried to walk away to the back as if I didn't care, hating my down-right clumsiness. Right as I sat towards the back, a loud ringing sound burst my ear drums and the rest of the class hurriedly filed in.

I started to unpack my pens and books, just hoping that the rest of today would be normal. I couldn't be more wrong. Just as I bent down to pick the scattered books with my chicken scrawl all over them I lifted my head up and found myself staring into a luscious pair of cinnamon eyes, with ginger brown hair. 

I stopped breathing.

Wait no revised, I couldn't breathe.

Why was it always Thomas?! It was like staring into an angel/insanely attractive medusa. No wonder it was called eye contact. On a second thought, I was doomed. R.I.P me. His eyes were fixed on me for a few seconds and I could only imagine what he was thinking. And all too quickly those lips brushed a quick smile of recognition and in a swift motion, he sat back up. He was sitting next to me? Did he know it was me? Do I say something?

I jerked back up, very, very conscious of the fact he was sitting in the desk next me; fiddling with his pencil case. I was so close to him, my elbow was almost touching his. And in this situation, my smart intelligent brain did the thing it always did when I was faced with something like this. Hibernate. Now I was freaking out. Do I say something? Should I?

Then I brushed my thoughts aside forcefully. Don't be dumb! What would you say anyway. Oh hi, you look gorgeous. By the way, I am Julia, you know the clumsy girl that accidentally rugby tackled you to the ground, but we're cool right?! That would never work, so I shut my mouth as a precaution so that nothing dumb would come out of it and so I didn't look like a dying goldfish. Which, I am pretty sure is exactly what I looked like. I also noticed he was holding an ice pack to the back of his head before guiltily realizing I did that. He was frowning at me, and I was instantly was aware that I probably had a physchopath grin that would have matched with a bloody kitchen knife.

Thomas sadly stared down at himself as if he was double-checking (as if he needed to) that he didn't have something ugly stuck to him that would possibly make anyone notice him. Wow. He had no idea. I was still thinking about this, when a posh-looking teacher with sky-high heels catwalked into this class room, an excited gleam in her eye. Excited wasn't good.

"Welcome to my class 9A! I am Miss Swop". She began over enthusiastic, a thick French accent flavouring her words. 

How could you even be so excited about English? She kept on saying something but by then, I was already lost in my own complicated thoughts. Maybe I have a slightest remotest chance? I mean I did trip onto him, that must be a sign right? No, your daydreaming again. You cannot even start to compare to a God like him and plus, you are here to study! But studying just seemed so pathetic now. I was still lost in my weird conversation with my self when a slight cough broke my chain of thought and effectively brought me back to reality. My head had been resting on my hands and I snapped my eyes open only to realize the teacher was giving me a hard stern look. Had I just been daydreaming for an hour?! What is wrong with you. 

You only met him today and your already fantasizing. "Julia", she said her eyes all beady and bird like," you will work with Thomas".

Work with Thomas? On what? I gave a nod to pretend I had the slightest idea in what I was doing and was returned with dirty death stares. Then I ripped my glance away from her and found Thomas looking at me which instantly made me drown in those chocolate cinnamon eyes of his. He was more beautiful then I thought now I could get a better look at him and had no (good) reason to run away. And then another thought crept into my head. Maybe I could just play it off? Maybe he didn't know it was me that knocked him over, very painfully and awkwardly?

Silence... "Um HI", I bubbled out too quickly and then cringed at how fake that sounded. 

He smiled back and for a second, just for a second... I thought he didn't know. And then his eyes glazed over with knowing and I cursed colorfully but silently. He knew. At least he wasn't showing it. This. Is. So. Awkward. 

"Hi. I am Thomas, "he answered with that perfect accent and with his hand thrust out so I could shake it. 

I shook it trying in vain to repress my giggles and that giddy feeling that he touched me. You are a failure, Julia. And as if I wouldn't know your (beautiful/gorgeous) name, I thought. 

He cocked an eyebrow and I quickly replied a little too happy/cheerleader-like/down-right girly"I am Julia!" 

You officially fail in life. It's okay. Smile and look normal. I was finding this very hard to do. While I once again(as usual) mentally scolded myself for being so socially awkward, I noticed he broke his glance and stared down, almost as if he had just remembered something bitter. It was very quick, but still noticeable, and it bothered me. Greatly.

Then he looked up and his frown unknitted, right before the teacher announced very loudly,"Okay. Now that you have met each other I will give you a scenario and you must each perform them using improvisation and drama." 

My stomach clenched up into an iron fist and my breathing turned hyperventilated. Oh no! I suck at this. Oh no. Oh no. What was I supposed to do? I hate improv. It always ended in me 1) laughing 2) breaking character 3)tripping or falling over(usually taking a group member with me) or 4) all of the above.

Thank my lucky stars however as everyone else seemed overly enthusiastic about this improv and the teacher kept choosing them. The hour ticked by so slowly. Finally the teacher announced," we have just enough time for one more". 

Please don't choose me. Please don't choose me. "Julia." 

Dang it. She chose me!Thomas bit his lip and rubbed his brow nervously but then got up and moved to the front. The girls' enchanted love looks followed him as he walked, though he didn't even notice. Somehow I managed to walk to follow without embarrassing myself. I felt slightly disgusted at that look the teacher gave him and swallowed down my vile jealousy of how there were so many pretty girls in the class; and how I wasn't one of them. 

Then the Swop lady said," Be romantic. You hate him and he knows it." 

Ding. Instantly I changed my posture to a snobby one, just hoping I wouldn't stuff up this time. It just had to me romantic my inner voice whined. Ugh. And it had to me me hating him. 

Not this time. I heard, "but Julia, I love you", that desperate voice sounding like music. Wait, why was I thinking about that?

He was right behind me, one hand gripping my wrist as though he would never ever want me to leave. As though he actually somehow loved me.

I noted he smelt like peppermint and cinnamon before coldly wrenching myself from his grasp and rebuffing his feelings with a beady stare. 

"Go away", I coldly snapped flinching just slightly,"I -I hate you!" 

I then felt my mentally traumatized heart melt(what was left if it anyway) at the hurt dejected expression that leaked onto his insanely good-looking face.

 I repeat. What is wrong with me today?Just the thought of something or someone hurting him made me feel very angry. And that included myself. He smirked slightly out of character and I held back laughter. No Julia! This isn't Thomas. This is someone else. Frigging teacher making me hate him. Feel the hate. Be the hate. 

I then brandished a finger in his face and shrieked loudly and dramatically,"I-I love you but we just weren't meant to be!" Ugh. So gross. I haven't heard anyone say that since the 1980's.

 But what he said afterwards felt like a cold steel blade that sent shivers down my spine,"you're right. We weren't meant to be. You are way up here and I-I am all the way down here into the...(into what?!) the deepest core of the earth's crust. 

"But I will wait for you...(all the girls in the class melted)." Oh. My. God. Despite how nerdy and sappy that was, my heart practically drowned in this weird ditzy feeling. It was love. I think. I need to go see a doctor. I was going to say that it was actually the other way round when...

"Good Job", noted my teacher and we both moulded out of character. 

I had completely forgotten she and the class were there. Thomas's hurt face cracked into a grin and I had to untangle myself from my stuffed up wad of stuffed up feelings. It had felt so real. It felt like I actually had a chance. A very small one but all the same a chance. Stumbling back to my seat, forgetting the teacher's praise, I found Thomas waiting there for me. 

"You have amazing acting skills", he said clearly impressed and amused," it felt so real." 

"You too", I mused back with a sarcastic curtsey; and he slightly flattered. Then he shrugged off something grinned. I cracked a cheesy smile but a sad feeling washed over me. I hadn't been acting at all.

Author's note- Credit to Eve or hippy bookworm for the idea she gave me!