Is this a dream?

Chapter 3

I had been keeping my distance from Miss Birmingham, even though i wasnt liking it but i needed to, right? After that 'incident' in her class i was keeping my guard up around her and everyone else and people were noticing but not mentioning.

The bell went for English Lit. and i grabbed my big red duffel bag, half way through i had to leave for a soccer game, im captain and i love the sport to death its how i vent my anger and its just something i love doing.

I got to class and took my seat beside Ross "hey footy-player!" he said as i took my seat and i nodded "hey guy who could pass as being gay but isnt and isnt admitting it!" i said and he smiled "hey im gay and proud!" he said and i snapped my head round at him,

"wht?" i asked and he smiled "im gay!" he said and i faked cried "aww, i love you man!" i said and he faked cried "i love you to man!" he said and we hugged and pretended to cry. "so my best friends gay, now i know how it feels!" i said and he laughed lightly,

I felt Miss birmingham glance at us afew times like she usually does and i usually do, i shrugged them off "so you dont care?" he asked and i looked at him "okay i am insulted, right you knwo what fuck right off you can just go fuck off now!" i said and he started laughing,

"im sorry!" he said "and so you should be, you asked a gay person, i mena someone who is gay if they were okay with another person ebing gay!" i said and hit his arm "bad gay person!" i said and he was bursting out with laughter,

"alright class i have lovely textbook work for you all so if you would like to turn to page 693 you can start, its questions two to fifteen!" Miss Birmingham said from her desk while twiling with her pen and i took the chance to look her over

My conclusion: man she's hot today! She was looking rather dashing in her black pencil skirt that came professionally down to her knee, she had a black long lseeve shirt on reveling the top of her clevage, i noticed when i came in she had black heels on and the messy bun her dirty blonde hair was in was making me go wild.

I wasnt intrested in the work and Miss Birmingham was working on papers, while she wasnt glancing at me. I put my earphones in and 'Nothern Lights' came on and i got so lost in the music i hadnt realised i had been sing-mumbeling along to the words loud enough for the class to hear until my earphones were pulled out of my ears,

I looked to see Miss Birmingham smiling at me "i love your singing but do shut up!" she said and i glanced at the clock behind her shoulder and i was late "aww crap i need to go!" i said quickly standing up and grabbing my bag,

"excuse me?" she asked and i smiled "soccer game, bye!" i said and dashed out of the class, running down the ahll i went to the PE department and the girls locker rooms where my team was. They cheered when they saw me and i laughed lightly,

I got into the teams strip which was burgandy shorts, a white soccer shirt with the burgandy on it, white socks with a burgandy stripe and i had my ahir up and black soccer boots, a bit masculine but its soccer.

I ran out to the field with the girls and the toher team were warming up. Our coach greeted us with a smile which soon faded itno 'couch mode' as we called it. We warmed up as the final bell went and as always with our games the shcool came out to watch.

They went in there groups. First in grades, then into ones who were here for the game, the ones who were here to just be here, the ones who were here to watch fit girls and then the teachers. Not everyone watched but the majority did.

The whistle went and the two captins went in the middle. I looked at the very buch girl and smirked "alright girls i want a clean game here alright, just a clean game no hurt!" he said and i saw it was aimed at the buch girl who grunted like a dog,