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Seb Farley

Monday, September 8th 2014

Time: 8:04am

I twizzle the black pen on my fingers, spinning it around and around and around. Something infatuated me about it. The whole movement of the pen winding it's way through the gaps between my fingers, flipping, turning and winding.

I couldn't take my eyes off it.

I blink a couple of times, pulling myself out of that trance and I look up at the bearded teacher at the front of the class.

First day back and I am already done.

I am done with the work I will have to do this year in preparation for senior year. I am done with the teachers that I haven't even met yet. And I am most definitely done with the students.

Everyone is old and boring. I know every face and no one interests me. I know every crevice of everyone's brain. All their inner thoughts and secrets. I like to take pride in my art of learning things about people. Knowing people.

But I need someone new. Someone to latch onto and learn inside and out. Maybe a longer project. Most people I get bored with, like Lindsey last year. She was blander than white bread. She did dance when she was younger, was on the cheerleading squad, didn't drink as it 'added to her figure', quote unquote, and above all she went to church on sunday. Just like every other girl here.

Boring.

I look over at Alex, my best mate since the beginning of middle school. His arm draped over some girl. A different girl. Different from the end of school. What happened to Carrie?

But this always happens to his girls. One minute they are sitting on his lap, the next they are no where to be seen. He drops them like toys and picks up new ones like an easy replacement.

I want someone more withstanding. Someone with more edge. Someone who infatuated me.

Someone new.

I look up just as I hear the door open and someone walk in. I knew we were waiting on some stragglers.

A small girl, maybe a sophomore, or even a freshman, walks into the class, clearly lost, clearly frazzled, clearly a mess. Her bag slumped over her shoulder and her long brown hair lay tight against her side, with a few stray strands stuck to her sweaty face or flying out to the side.

Clearly been unbrushed for a while but lay quite tame. She scratches her palm with her thumb, standing aimless at the front of the class.

I haven't seen her before. She's new.

"Miss?" Mr Woodlock booms, scratching his beard. He is always so loud.

"Sorry, I think-" she stutters, uncomfortable, unsure, and lost. So lost.

But I feel lost as well.

"What's your name?" Mr Woodlock asks.

"Mila," she says, clearly wanting the attention off her. Her voice as soft as a mouse but as commanding as a tiger. Commanding my ear drums to listen and my eyes to pay attention. Them scanning over every inch of her. Up and Down. Left to Right. Every inch.

"You're not in this class," he says, stating the obvious and she nods.

"Yeah, I kinda realised," she mutters and I let out a small chuckle. She has attitude. I like that. Her brown eyes glare back at us. Unsure of whether to scold us for laughing or to thank us for the attention.

She is lost.

I take a deep breath. Wanting to make a statement. Wanting her to notice me. To remember me.

"She can sit next to me," I smirk, laying down my charm as much as possible. She looks at me, her eyes looking over me. Looking over my face, my stance, who I am. She's noticing me.

A small flutter flows through my body, rattling inside of me but I let it rest, not wanting it to be seen on the outside. But a soft need still lays inside of me, wanting to feel it again.

I send her a cocky smile and she bites her lip. Still unsure whether she should thank me or not.

"I'm just gonna go," she says quietly, just as she is about to leave.

"Quieten down Seb!" The teacher calls out as I smile, knowing she heard my name as she stops in the doorway before she fully leaves.

Mila.

What a sweet name? It's so interesting. It just...

Captures your attention.

Wednesday, December 31st 2014

Time: 11:55pm

I finish off the bottle of beer that Mila gave me. We have been talking a lot lately. I gave her my number a couple of weeks ago so I've been talking to her then.

I like her.

She's different from the rest. She's playing hard to get which I like. She doesn't just dive at me, she's taking her time. Easing up to me.

I like that.

She doesn't do things to impress people. Not like a lot of people. She doesn't care about what they think. To a small extent she may, but on the whole she does things for her.

Unlike me, I do things for people to like me. I want her to like me. That's why I keep talking to her. To keep myself available to her. I want her to notice me. To continue to notice me.

It's like songs. If you hear a song once that is good you don't chase it up. But if you continually hear the song, then it gets stuck with you.

But sometimes that's a bad thing.

I had been talking to her on and off all night. I went to spoke to her earlier. I gave her one of my ciders, I hope she liked that.

I look up from the empty beer can I'm holding and I see her. Walking with the crowd out onto the balcony. She's just standing there, in the cold, alone.

I take a deep breath, moving in slowly to her.

I reach my hands out as I grab her shoulders, causing her to jump, "Hello, intruder!"

She rolls her eyes, something she usually did. I didn't mind it, I found it pretty cute actually.

"We spoke about this," she glares, but she couldn't stop my smirk from growing.

I still enjoy teasing her about that first day I saw her when she walked into our class having no idea where she was. It wasn't like no one else did it because that definitely isn't true but I just liked to have something to tease her with.

It is like my flirting tool.

"I mean it was the day I first saw you, how could I forget?" I laugh, still thinking about it.

"I walked into your class one time and I am labelled intruder for the rest of my life," she sighs, shaking her head.

I suddenly hear the crowd begin the countdown.

"10, 9, 8..."

"Well, it was the best day of my life," I smirk again, looking over at her. The light hit her face beautifully, causing her eyes to gleam at me. She blinks about three times in a row, looking a little spaced out but she quickly returns to reality.

"Why's that?" She snorts. I liked it when she did that as well.

"4,3,2..."

"Well, I met you."

"Happy new year!"

I use my opportunity, the new years kiss and I lean in, connecting our lips and I hear the fireworks go off.

I grip her hip tightly and pull her in towards me.

Sunday, September 6th 2015

Time: 2:37pm

We're dating now. Something I thought I wouldn't be able to do or say. I was so happy when she said yes that I almost jumped up and down with excitement.

She makes me feel different inside. I think I really like her. She is different. All my friends say it's weird because she's a year younger but that doesn't mean anything to me.

So what?

Age is just a number.

I thought I didn't have a chance with her at first. I mean, after our kiss on New Years she didn't talk or even text me. For at least a couple of months, but once school began I had a clear chance of seeing her, and even talking to her.

But she still avoided me.

She would rush off to the toilets. So innovative. But then it all turned around and on February 28th, she said hi to me. I even documented it on my calendar it meant so much to me. I couldn't stop thinking about her for days after that.

But slowly and surely she began talking more, and she started saying yes to events I would invite her to. We went on a couple dates.

And it's been three months since she has said yes.

And it's been perfect since.

Well, except for one argument.

It was August 12th, and Mila for some reason wanted to come round to my house, and we weren't spending a lot of time together over the summer break.

But I mean, I was away for half the summer at Dad's place. If I got it my way, I would spend time at home with her but I have to visit him, it's tradition.

Anyway, she started getting moody about me not seeing her and I said I couldn't but she kept trying to invite herself to my house and I mean, I just don't really want her coming over, especially when Mom is busy.

She's always pretty busy.

And my brother, Jake Farley, can be a bit annoying when I invite girls over. He just seems to look at them, somehow trying to make a connection with them, as if to take them away from me.

I know he wouldn't but I just don't think I want that.

But now, last day of summer and we have spent seven days together. Only a week in the whole of Summer.

It hasn't been a lot but it's the best I can do. And I'm trying. It's just hard sometimes.

I remember the argument. She hurt me a little, with her words. It's stupid to feel hurt over words but it's just that they came from her. She said I was a shit boyfriend, which stung the most. I tried to tell her that I was trying but I guess I wasn't trying hard enough.

I'm trying to look forward from it now, but sometimes I think back to it and wonder where I went wrong. I mean, I could've invited her over but the day I wanted to Mom was having a panic attack and I thought it was best if I didn't.

Maybe I should've.

Well, now Mila and I are laying on a picnic blanket I took from Mom and we have a couple of beers I found at home and we're looking up at the stars.

As we are both under twenty one I had to make sure we were in a secluded area of the park, up by the willow trees. No one ever comes up here, usually just kids wanting to have a smoke or a quick drink.

It is a cool summer day, the days I like the most. It was clear skies and nice and warm, but not too hot. Just right.

"Hey, that one looks like a duck," I smirk, lifting my arm up to one of the clouds. I knew it didn't look like a duck but I just wanted to make conversation. To hear her talk.

I love it when she talks.

"No it doesn't," she burst out laughing. I love her laugh as well. The way her nose crinkles upwards and on the rare occasion she lets out a small snort.

I could look at her forever.

"I mean, look at it," I smile again, wanting to hear that laugh, "that's a duck."

"You're a duck," she giggles, reaching out and tapping my nose softly. She is irresistible at times. I pull her in, laying a small kiss on her lips, not caring about what she was doing. I just have to. I'm drawn to her.

She giggles on my lip, making me blush at how cute she is in this moment.

I want to kiss her forever, feel connected to her at all times.

She pulls away, causing my heart to drop a little but I play it off with a smirk. I can't let her see that I'm disappointed that our kiss ended, I don't want her to see me as creepy. As being too attached. I may be her boyfriend but I still have to play it cool. We are still in the honeymoon phase.

"I can't believe school is tomorrow," She say into me. I pull away.

"Fuck," I groan, making it seem as though I almost forgot. I didn't want anyone, especially Mila knowing but I didn't mind school. Well, I just have to ace this year and then I am set for uni, something I need to get into.

I'll just have to work hard. But I know that won't get in the way of my relationship.

That must always come first.

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