• Chapter 1
    Just My Luck
    He walked into the room and I watched him carefully. He radiated strength, tall and lean with short but thick hair with a slight but perfect all over tan. He strode like he had nowhere important to be, an intuitive look across his face. His shirt fit him perfectly and his tie made him look like some sort of model.
    He moved across the front of the room and began walking down the furthest aisle from the door. The aisle I was sitting in. My heart began to race and I looked away but I could still see him out of the corner of my eye, moving towards me. I thought he might sit next to me. I hoped he would sit next to me. At the same time I was afraid he would. It seemed to go on forever and I just wanted to scream; sit next to me!
    He got closer and then he stopped. At the empty desk next to me. I didn’t want to look at him, I was afraid, I wanted to seem cool, oblivious, like I was bored out of my brain, like I had somewhere so much better to be. He put one hand on the desk and I glanced at it.
    ‘Hey’ he said, I sat straight up and analysed the tone in his voice. I looked up at him, trying to unclench my jaw but I didn’t know what to say. I smiled weakly. ‘Can I sit here’ he asked gently, annunciating every word precisely.
    I strange noise came out of my mouth as my jaw suddenly gave way. I sat staring wide eyed at him for a moment. ‘Uh yeah, of course’ I tried say without any enthusiasm. I grabbed my bag and moved it to the floor.
    I stared at the front wall trying to seem calm as he sat down and got out his things. My hands were clenched together tightly on the desk in front of me and they were sweating profusely. I tried not to breathe too loud, people always told me I breathed too loud. I tried my hardest not to look at him and I was trying to be as far away from him as possible without actually moving.
    He must’ve thought I was an absolute freak, but I couldn’t bear to even look at him, for a second out of the corner of my eye, to find out, he might’ve been looking at me. I sort of hoped in the back of my brain he would just move; get scared of my reaction to him and flee. God knows that’s probably what I would’ve done but infuratingly he just continued to put his things out on the desk.
    Actually, I probably would have got a kick out of someone being as nervous as I was and tried to make them even more nervous. For some reason I found people being nervous funny, probably because it happened around me at school a lot but it usually didn’t happen the other way round. I don’t think I’d ever been that nervous in my life before.
    The strange thing was though, I didn’t even know him. He must have been new because this was the first time I had seen him at the school. I was usually alright when it came to the liking boys thing but my attraction to him was just so intense that I was freaking out; I was sure he could hear my heart it was beating so fast. Even stranger was that he wasn’t even that good looking. I was attracted to him of course but he wasn’t a supermodel or anything. I didn’t know what it was; probably just hormones.
    ‘So,’ he said suddenly ‘your Riley, right?’ he asked.