June 4th.

I woke up really early in the morning, and seriously considered skipping school. Why? Because I had a double period of Science after the morning break. I wanted to see The God so badly, but I just knew I'd do something to embarass myself, again! I looked over my options of illnesses, and wrote down which ones were most believable.

The list I made, looked like this:

The chicken pox - Already had it.

The flu - It's too warm to have the bloody FLU!

Tummy bug - I could say it was because of the cake, but I didn't eat any cake.

Hayfever - I'm very bad at faking sneezes and coughs

Allergic Reaction - To what?

Sore head - Not a good enough reason

Forcing puke - I might use it all the time to get out of school, then I shall seem like a bulemic person...Or whatever you call them.

THERE'S NO WAY OUT!!!

So, after writing out and looking over said list, I realised that I wasn't getting out of school unless I told my parents that I couldn't go because fate hated the face that me and Stephen were meant to be together. And even then, it wouldn't work. Fate was just bloody jealous. That's it. Bloody, jealous.  Fate doesn't HAVE a hot man. Oh no. So she screws up other people's relationship dreams!

I've lost every part of sane-ness I possibly had and it's all because of fate. Maybe, in a few years time, fate'll step in, but she won't give me the man I want. No. I'll be sent to a loony bin.

All I have to do, is, try and control my clumsiness, act cool, calm and sophisticated. Then maybe, jut maybe, he'll talk to me because he'll realise I'm not a screw up! He'll realise that fate's been messing with me all along and that he really belongs with me! Perfect plan.

So, the morning was bo-ring. I had to listen to Lucy rant about her new boyfriend for like...hours! Then, it was finally science. I did my best to enter the room normally, no strutting, nothing. Next thing I knew, the fan was on and my curls were flying around my head like they were static. I hurried to my desk and fixed my hair, then Stephen came in.

I gave him a quick glance, a blank-ish unemotional glance. I couldn't help but give myself an imaginary pat on the back! He seemed taken aback by the fact I didn't speak to him as he sat down, maybe he wanted me to speak to him, maybe he liked me too!

Don't get ahead of yourself Rachel, keep it cool said what I had left of common sense. I listened to common sense, gave Stephen another glance before opening my textbook. He cleared his throat a little, I ignored it, pretending like I thought it was just him coughing.

"Helloo?" he said, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

He spoke first. I didn't need to speak...HE spoke!!

SPEAK WOMAN said common sense.

"Hi" I said, waving a little before turning back to my book.

And that was all that was said for the whole two periods. He was staring at me, the WHOLE time. I sighed happily as the bell rang. I stood up and he spluttered with laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked, turning to face him.

"You've got a bit of..Toilet paper..on your..Shoe" he said between chuckles.

I looked down at the short train of toilet paper stuck to my shoe.

WELL FUCK!

Common sense then butted in. Never show your face in public again. And this time, I didn't listen. But boy, I was so tempted to.