Chapter 4 - Boo!

Niall was right; English was a blast. Mr Gordon was indeed mad, but, then again, so was I.

I met Niall outside my classroom, where he was meaning against the wall, staring down the corridor with a glazed look in his eye, obviously daydreaming.

I stepped beside him, trying to stifle my giggles as I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "boo!"

I laughed hard as he jumped up in the air, cursing me as he went.

"Sorry…" I spluttered, doubled over, clutching my stomach.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get to class," he muttered, his face bright red.

I managed to straighten myself up in time to catch up with him, on his way to our next class; maths.

"Hey, sorry about that," I said, as seriously as I could. He smirked and shook his head at me. "Are you in my next class?"

"Who've you got?" he asked, as I pulled out my timetable.

"Erm… Mr Gordon," I answered, tracing my finger over the little neat boxes.

"Nah, I have Mrs Dover. I think Caitlin's in your class though."

I nodded, stuffing my timetable back into my bag. "I'll meet you after class, if you want, and we can walk home together. I usually walk with Sean, but he's walking with Ally," he informed me, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'd love to, but I have to go see the headmaster at the end of the day for a review thing," I told him, sadly.

"I could wait if you want," he suggested.

I smiled. "What way are you walking anyway? You never know, I could be walking the opposite way."

"Good point. Well I live 3 streets away, in that direction," he said, pointing, "past the park, and the newsagents."

"Well," I giggled. "Luckily for you, I live that way too."

"So, I'll meet you after class," he asked, hopefully.

I nodded, turning to talk to Caitlin as I noticed her burning red hair beside me.

"So, what's going on with you and Niall?" Caitlin asked as we copied down Pythagoras theorem.

"What?" I chuckled.

"You know," she winked, nudging me with her elbow.

"No, I don't," I assured her. "I can honestly say that there is nothing going on between me and Niall."

"But you'd like there to be, right?" she asked, convinced she was right.

Yes. "No."

"Whatever you say," she said in a sing-song voice, obviously not convinced.

I was about to argue back when the teacher walked over, peering over my shoulder at my neat writing, clearly explaining the process of Pythagoras Thereom.

"So, how are you getting on with this? Do you understand it well enough?" he asked me in his thick, raspy voice. Obviously a smoker.

"Yeah…" I replied nervously, in that voice that everyone used when speaking to a teacher.

"Do you want me to go over it with you again, just in case?" he asked, kindly.

"No, I think I've got it," I said, a little more confidently this time. I'd studied it at my old school a couple of years ago so what I really wanted to say was; No, I probably understand this more that you do.

But that would be rude. So I just smiled sweetly at him until he walked away.

"You get it?" Caitlin asked from beside me.

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

"Good. You can explain it me," she stated, fluttering her eyelashes at me.

I chuckled, shaking my head at her persuasive technique. "Okay, so…"

"So, how was that?" Niall asked as he walked me to the headmaster's office.

"Boring," I sighed. "I already know it, I learnt it like, two years ago."

"Well, now. We can't all be mathematical geniuses like you," he stated in a mocking tone.

I rolled my eyes at him. "How was your maths lesson?"

"Oh, it was marvellous. We learnt how to add two and two, and then we got to make squares out of little cubes with numbers on them," he told me excitedly, bouncing up and down on his heals like a child.

"Wow," I sighed, dramatically. "You know, I am so jealous!"

AU: sorry for not updating in ages, I've been working on other stuff:/ but I'm going to try harder to update this story more - I want to finish it soon, hahaa;) enjoy x