I was nervous. It was my first day at a new school in a new town
with no one I knew - what wasn't there to be nervous about? I
glanced at Leah beside me. She must've felt me looking at her,
because she cast a look my way and smiled uneasily at me. I guess
she must've been as nervous as me, then. She was my twin sister,
coming to the same school as me. She had dyed-black hair and
large amber-brown eyes hiding behind her side-fringe. We weren't
identical twins - I was a boy, obviously - but I guess she looked
a little like me. I hadn't dyed my hair, so it was dark blonde,
but I had the same golden eyes. I looked out of the bus window at
the passing people and cars.
"Hey excuse me," said a voice. I turned around to see a
dark-haired girl tapping me on the shoulder. She smiled warmly
once I'd turned around.
"Can you get that boy for me?" she asked, indicating the
white-blonde-haired boy in front of me. I nodded, and leaned
forwards. I tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around he
pierced me with icy blue eyes that made me hesitate. A small
shiver ran down my spine.
"What?" he snapped. He had a menacing, deep voice that matched
his eyes and I instantly disliked him. Actually, it was more like
"Um, that girl wanted you," I mumbled, pointing behind me. I
dropped my gaze to the floor while he shouted over my head.
"What do you want, Brett?"
"You owe me a tenner, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah I got it right here."
The boy dug into his pocket and shoved the note into my hand. He
nodded towards Brett. I passed it back. Brett smiled at me. She
was very pretty. "Thanks stranger." I shrugged in return.
The journey took ten minutes longer, then we were there. I stuck
with Leah while hordes of school friends met up with each other
and asked each other about their holidays and stuff. It was
madness - there were so many students making such a loud noise it
sounded like an angry beehive. The school bell rung and we were
ushered into our classrooms by the teachers. I glanced at my
planner, which told me I had maths first with Mrs Nelson in
classroom 18. Leah was in a different class, so before we parted
we arranged to find each other at lunch.
"Good morning, uh, Jack Shaw," Mrs Nelson greeted me. She had
brown curly hair and was middle-aged. "Take a seat next to, um,
Brett, over there," she instructed me, pointing towards the side
of the class. Brett recognised me from the bus and waved
excitedly. I sat down next to her.
"Hello again," she smiled. Boy, she was really beautiful. I
smiled in return and mumbled, "Hi stranger." She giggled and
shuffled over to make room for me. "New, huh?" she murmured while
Mrs Nelson started the lesson. I glanced at her. "Can you tell?"
Her smile grew wider, exposing her straight white teeth and she
"It's pretty obvious."
I frowned. "Really?"
"Well yeah. You wandered in like you were on a different planet.
And you look scared and worried ... besides, I've never seen you
before," she explained. I paused.
"Do I really look scared?"
"Miss Watkins, please concentrate," Mrs Nelson scolded Brett.
We were twenty minutes into the lesson when the door opened and a
boy walked in, his black hair framed around his face in such a
way that I couldn't see him properly from here. Mrs Nelson looked
up, and when she saw him her lips drew into a white line.
"Daniel, why are you so late?"
Daniel walked over to her and started speaking in a low, quiet
voice. Mrs Nelson shook her head, handed him a textbook, and
pointed to the back of the classroom. "Take a seat," she sighed,
annoyed. There was something intriguing about Daniel, and I found
my eyes glued to him as he walked to his desk. It was the way he
walked - leaning over slightly as if he was trying to hide
something ... but what? He glanced up and caught my eye. I felt
my breath catch in my throat. He was gorgeous. He had
perfect porcelain-white skin and eyes so blue it was like the
whole sky was in them. Thick black lashes matched his thick black
hair, quite long and windswept across his face. His face was thin
and angular, and he looked as vulnerable as a rabbit caught in
the headlights. The moment only lasted for a second, but it was
enough. Enough for me to fall in love at first sight.
Brett's annoyed sigh brought me back. "I was kind of hoping you'd
be straight. I mean, it's so unfair that all the cute ones are
She caught my attention. "What?" I was lost. I wasn't ginger.
"You know ... ginger beer...?" she prompted. I stared at her,
dumbfounded. A small smile played with her lips. "Ginger beer -
queer. Get it? You're gay, right?" Her expectant tone made me
smile. "Yeah," I replied. "Though I'm leaning towards bi."
"Phew, I might stand a chance then," Brett said, grinning. I
gestured towards Daniel at the back. "Who's that?"
"That," Brett said, glancing behind us, "is Danny Stone."