Sorry for the radio silence people - I have had so much work on that I have been drowning. However, the last deadline was last night and I can now update you all with the photos I've taken.. (probably. Might just make the whole thing last longer at the end of the year... Yeah, I'll do that. Nothing interesting happened until today, anyway!)
Francesca stared across the table at the large screen being pointed at, but even she found it hard to concentrate with the heat and the complexities of the lesson.
“FOCUS, ASHLEY! You'll NEVER
understand UNLESS YOU FOCUS!” The teacher roared towards the back
of the class where Ashley Banks and his group of friends were
sitting. Francesca looked round to see the tall, handsome, brown
haired boy sitting innocently and looking at the teacher without
smiling, while around him three girls and two boys tried hard not to
laugh. They all did remarkably well.
“What was I doing, Miss?” Ashley
asked politely.
“You know darn well what you were
doing.”
“I don't.”
“Well don't do it.”
“I can't not do what I don't know I
was doing if I don't know what it was that I was doing, Miss.” The
people around him looked as though they would explode with laughter.
“That's it,” Miss Hinkly
screeched, turning slightly pink. “Get out! Go on! Out! Wait
outside. I'll decide how to deal with you later.” Various
whooping noises came from the back from those who hadn't already
collapsed with laughter.
“Oh yeah, better beware Ash, she's
gonna deal with ya!”
The people seated around Ashley
laughed harder and harder, but weren't sent out.
“Maybe you lot,” she cast a wary
eye over those at the back once Ashley left. “Will behave better
without Ashley distracting you.”
They eventually quietened down until
Miss Hinkly could continue with the lesson. As she droned on and on,
Francesca found herself drifting away from the lesson. She imagined
that she, not Rachel, not
Lei, not Di, but she
was going out with Ashley or Max or Gary, that she
was popular and funny, witty and cool. She wished that she
could lose her virginity when she wanted to, and hadn't already
especially seeing as she had–
“Francesca! Not
you too! Focus!” She looked up and realized that it was almost the
end of the lesson and they were concluding. In Hinkly's case this
means fast and furious questions. Even Rachel, Di and Lei, the bad
girls, and their boys, Max and Gary (obviously Ash is outside) had
answered theirs, so Miss Hinkly was very disappointed when her star
pupil wasn't listening.
“Sorry, Miss.”
Francesca said as the bell rang.
Miss Hinkly
tutted but set homework and dismissed the class, saying nothing more.
“Alright
Francesca?” It was Max and Gary, one on either side of her.
“Reckon you could us do a favor?” Asked Gary, as Max put his arm
around her and played with her hair.
“Please? Just a
bit of homework, we need some help. Reckon you could come over
tonight and ... help us out?” Max said in his brilliant, sweet,
suggestive tone that always melted Francesca's insides.
“Y
– y – yes. OK,” Francesca stammered. “Where do you live?”
Francesca actually already knew the answer to the question, she had
once stalked him and Lei to his home with her friend Mary, then
watched them get off on the sofa. Disgusting though it may
sound, Francesca was exceptionally mixed up at that point, and was
obsessed with Max. It was almost like having OCD about him, if she
didn't talk to him at least once a day, even saying 'hi', then she
would bang her head against the wall ten times minimum. And she had
the marks to prove it.
“I think you already know the
answer to that one,” he smiled, tapping her playfully on the cheek
then walking off to Lei and doing exactly the same to her.
“We'll bring someone for you,”
Gary winked, then walked to Di and slid his arm around her shoulders.
What did he mean by that? Francesca
wondered, walking out of the door last, as usual, then meeting her
friend Joella who was waiting in the hall.
“I saw Max flirting with you!”
Joella exclaimed.
“He wasn't flirting,” Francesca
mumbled, suddenly feeling very tired. “He wants 'homework help'.”
“He does
now, does he?”
“Yes, now drop
it for God's sake!” Francesca snapped unexpectedly, and Joella
walked up the hall beside her in silence.
“Di Stratford
has always been amazing. She's always been a gorgeous, popular
person, every girl's idol and the person every boy wanted to go out
with. She and Max are now common knowledge, and I doubt that they're
going to be breaking up soon. She's had a hard life and I doubt she
would want her 'one certainty' to be ruined by some bloke with a
petty little crush. Can we now change the subject please?”
Craig stared at Mitch staring at Di laughing around with her mates.
“Just ... just
look at her, man. She's amazing. She's something else. She's ...”
“Taken and even
if she wasn't she wouldn't even consider you. She hardly knows you
exist!”
Mitch couldn't
deny this truth. Di passes him loads, even if he manages to say
'hi', she either half-glances at him, eyes flicking up and down him,
then she passes by, or she ignores him completely.
“Yeah, but ...
if I could speak to her. If I was her partner for something ... I
dunno. I'll find a way. She will talk to me! She will know my
name! She will want me!”
Holy shit,
thought Craig, still staring at Mitch, This is a man on a mission.
He means it. He will.
Di moved her knees
either side of Max's legs so that she was straddling him and he
dropped himself from leaning on his hands to leaning on his elbows,
so that he was lower, closer to the bed on which they were lying
together.
Max saw the cross
on the gold chain he had given her hanging around her neck and lying
between her breasts hang lower and nearer her face as she lent
towards him, stopping about two inches from his face. He closed his
eyes and moved his lips upwards to meet hers. They kissed for a long
time and –
“MAX! Tell me
one thing I just said,” Mr Grant fumed, turning a violent shade of
purple.
“Spain is near
France?” Max guessed at a reply, making Gary who was next to him
snort with laughter. Max didn't get the joke until after it was
elaborated slightly by Mr. Grant.
“Incorrect. As
a matter of fact, I was explaining how working down through
Europe, there is France before Spain ...”
“So I was
right, then,” Max pointed out. “I said the same with different
words.”
“Exactly.
Different words, Max.”
“But you didn't
as for a word-to-word interpretation, sir, you asked what you said,
so I replied with less words.”
“Uh ... well
... Max. Are you arguing with me?”
“Well I'm not
wanting to Sir, but it seems to me that that's unfair. I just
answered your question and you're saying it's wrong even though
everyone here knows it's right. So I'm merely making my point known
and giving you reasons why you're wrong ...”
“Or, in short,
arguing with me.”
“I thought we
aren't shortening things? Because that's all I did, sir ...”
“Out! Go on!
Out of my class! Honestly, last thing on a Friday and all you can do
is think about arguing. Honestly! And another word from
you,” Mr Grant added hastily when Max looked as though he was about
to speak, “and you'll be lucky to get away with a fifteen minute
after-school detention.”
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