“Fuck you Al,” I snapped, when on recollection, “Sorry, she is fucking hot isn’t she?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll back off she’s all yours if you can get her.”

“Not that you’d have a chance anyway Al!”

And there was the bell. Everyone moved into their frequent cycle of motions; packing up their bags, grabbing their books and rushing out of the classroom. I on the other hand, ambled slowly out of the classroom, letting Al go ahead of me. Ms Kennard, was busily, jotting out what seemed like a new seating arrangement for the class. “Eugh, I hope to god, somehow, you are you are not put beside Melanie at all, or Heather for that matter.” Right, I agree mind, for once. “And you better be beside Al.” Yeah, but Kennard probably caught on to the fact that we were chatting today and will purposely move us. “Well stupid you, so why are you standing looking at her right now, alone in the classroom?” Oh fuck, see mind, once again you have distracted me, and I look like a fool! Fuck it. Where was I?

“Yes Elizabeth, can I help you?”

God she was gorgeous. “Oh my god, did you see her lips move there, when she said, ‘you’? Totally could kiss her!” Jesus. My mind is a sex maniac, always looking to get in on something.

“Hi. Miss. Sorry. Miss Kennard. I uhm..” Oh my, she was smiling at me now. No. It was more of a smirk. A knowing smirk. Crap. Does she know what I know. Like that I like like her. Crap.

“Yes Elizabeth?”

“Oh fuck, get yourself together Bette!” Okay okay. Focus. 3.2.1. Breathe. And talk.

“Sorry Miss, I just wanted to say that no one calls me Elizabeth. That’s just on the paper work. My name is Bette.” I go red, realising how futile that all was.

“Sorry Bette, I didn’t ask anyone about that. But I’m glad you drew it to my attention.”

“Yeah, no sure. Whatever. It’s fine.”

“Wow Porter, you sounded so fucking cool there.” Mind, I told you to shut up.

An awkward silence passed. I knew what I wanted to say, I just didn’t know quite how to say it.