Michelle, Ma belle

new beginnings

I sit down at my desk, sighing and looking out of the window. Burnage couldn't get any more miserable than it already was, especially with that awful teacher droning on. Her voice was so monotone, it went right through me.

As if my day couldn't get any worse,the seating plan was changing today. It might not have been a problem for anyone else, but it definitely was for me. I didn't talk to anybody and it was guaranteed that whoever was unlucky enough to get sat next to me would be on their hands and knees begging to move anywhere else. I have to admit, I was a bore if you didn't know me.

I rest my head in my hands, kicking the table leg, waiting for her to finally put someone next to me and get it over with. Seriously, did she have to make such a huge deal out of it? Way to draw more attention to me!

All of a sudden, the air around me goes cold as I see a taller figure sit next to me. Fuck's sake, this is just great! Liam bloody gallagher was sat next to me, and I was stuck with him for the whole year - I was not passing my gsces with this dunce on my table.

"Areyt?" He asked, plopping down in the chair next to me, brushing his messy brown fringe out of his face - it didn't do anything, and it fell right back over his eyes. He quipped a brow. "Hello? Anything in there or what?" He says, knocking his fist against my head.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine.. don't touch my hair" I say with a strong irish accent,  swatting his hand away, trying my best to act pleasant but failing miserable

"What's up yer arse then? Or is it just an Irish thing? Da dhuit babes!" He says, his eyes scanning my body, smirking playfully.

"Nothing that you're going to be pulling out, ya perv. Quit gawking, will ya?" I spit, glaring at him.

"Areyt, areyt! What's yer name anyway luv?" He says, raising his hands up in mock offence, still with that stupid smirk plastered across his face.

I scowl. "I'm Michelle.. if you must know."

"Miiichelle, my belle!" He sings, chuckling

"What?" I say, completely confused

"The beatles song.. don't tell me you don't know the beatles?! Michelle, my belle?" He says with a genuine look of worry on his face

"God, you look like you've just seen a ghost mate. I get it.. and it's ma, not my. Of course I know who they are, I'm named after the song" I say, groaning at his stupidity

"Ohh, phew." He smirks, and pretends to be relieved, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead and grinning goofily "Pretty name luv."

"Don't even" I shoot back, knowing his intentions. He was known to be a bit of a slag.

"Aw c'mon mish, give me a break" He says, pouting like a sad puppy.

*"Mish, seriously?!" I think to myself*

"Whatever, but don't try and get in my pants. You're far from my type and we're literally in school." I say, squinting my eyes at him

"I would never! How dare you accuse me of such a thing!" He says, putting a hand over his heart and opening his mouth. He tries not to laugh, but a giggle escapes his lips

"God, you're giggling like a schoolgirl now. And whatever, doesn't matter." I shoot back

"Schoolboy, actually" He says matter-of-factly.

"You're a retard, yknow that?" I groan and roll my eyes, then the lesson starts.