Getting up for school is a pain for most normal teenagers, but not for me. Usually I like to start the day early and walk to school while it's still quite. Normally I get to school before anyone arrives and I hide in the library away from all the noise and chatter of my "peers".Normally I'm never late for school because theres usually nothing distracting me, nothing to make me want to go back to bed and sulk all day. There has never been a boy in my life (aside from Marty) who has been able to mess up my daily routine. Then along came Tristen. That boy, who I'd only met on saturday, had managed to mess up my routine by the following monday. That boy, who I barely knew, had managed to make me cry all because he didn't show up. This boy made me hit the snooze button on my alarm when it rang at six thrity. The very same boy made me roll over in bed and burry my head under the quilt in hope i would fall back asleep so i wouldn't have to face the day ahead.

Every time my alarm clock rang i hit the snooze button untill seven thirty when i finally decided that i should get ready for school. I plodded along to the bathroom to wash. Lifting my face from the water in my hands I looked in the mirror. I was paler than ever and my eyes had lost the sparkle they had possesed yesterday before four o'clock. My eyes wandered but my brain wasn't receiving any messages, untill i focussed on the razer. No. I picked it up. no. I fiddeled with it, passing it through my fingers. NO! I stopped. I placed the razer back on the shelf and slipped into my school uniform. I'd hoped i would get down the stairs and out of the house un-noticed, however, my Grandad caught me just as I was shrugging my backpack onto my sholders.
"Gosh Hailey, You're running late," Grandad commented just as i was heading towards the door.
"Yeah, well," I shrugged as I turned the lock.
"Hey!" Grandad called. I turned around to see the jolly old man standing with his hands on his hips and tapping his foot. I rolled my eyes but i still couldn't help smiling a little as I stood on tip-toe to kiss his cheek.

I practically ran all the way to school. Usually i would have met Marty at the end of the street but he must have left before i got there. He was waiting at the gate for me when i finally arrived.
"Where've you been?" he asked obvisously confuesed to why i was so late. I muttered something about sleeping in. He looked at me suspiciously but he shrugged it off. We entered the school gates while Marty was chattering away about some drama assignment he was doing. I wasn't really listening, I was too busy trying to block out the the "FREAK!" and "SPAZ!" comments being thrown at me.
"Hey," I stopped and lifted my gaze off the ground to see Tristen standing infront of me. Marty had stopped jabbering and was now looking daggers at him.
"Hi," I mumbeled in reply.
"I'm so sorry about last night, please, let me explain," Tristen genually look sorry.
"No need," I muttered as I slipped past him. He didn't follow me. Marty, however, did.
"Good on you, Hailey," He said as we entered the long corridoor we needed to take to get to tutor. He resumed jabbering all the way to the class room.

I didn't complain about Marty's Babbeling, nor did i pay any attention to it. We took our seats at the back of the class as the bell rang and more pupils piled into the classroom. I watched as people entered, silently praying Tristen wouldn't be among the talkitive teenagers. I sighed a breath of relief when i didn't see him. I relaxed a little and let my stiff sholders slump. Marty was still chatting away and I started to listen to what was being said.
"I mean stage makeup is fun and everything but its a bugger to get off," I nodded in agreement, not that i would know, I've never worn full on stage makeup, just a little bit regular makeup at my dance preformances when i was younger. I was laughing at Marty's "gay voice" when Mr. Colgan started calling out the regester. I answered my name and nudged Marty when it came to his name. Marty hated his full name, Martin Theo Travis Wilson, and refused to answer to it, that was untill i gave him a sharp dig in the ribs. I was giggeling at Marty dramically dying after my "killer blow to the ribs" when "Tristen Dunst" was called on the regester. I imediantly stiffened. On cue Tristen entered the room.
"Sorry im late Sir," he pushed his hair out of his eyes. "I got lost."
"Thats okay Kid," Mr.Colagan replied. "What lesson have you got next and we'll see if someone can walk you there?"
"Music," Tristen said, glancing at his timetable. I felt a little part of me die inside and an even smaller part rejoice. He was in the same lesson as me, but that meant communicating with him.
"Hailey," Mr.Colgan annonced, making me jump. "You can walk with Mr.Dunst can't you?" I hesitated. I really didn't want to talk to Tristen, let alone walk him to class. "Sure," I mumbeled. Tristen took this as an invitation to come and sit at the end of my table. I didn't make eye contact with him, I just concentrated on the lines on the table.
"If he gives you any trouble, give me a shout, okay?" Marty whispered to me. I nodded. Given my own way, I would have shouted and screamed untill my lungs gave in.

Tristen didn't say anything on the way up to music, mainly because Marty insisted on walking with us. Marty had drama that lesson but i knew his teacher wouldn't mind him being late. He walked us right up to the classroom door then left us after throwing a few dirty looks in Tristen's direction. Tristen didn't question why he was getting dirty looks, i guessed that he had already guessed why.
"Hailey, I can't apologise enought about last night, please, forgive me," he begged.
"Why are you so bothered about it?" I snapped. "If you were so bothered you would have turned up!" Tristen looked taken back, he didn't see that coming.
"Me and my family went on a hike, we didn't get back till late. I'm so sorry, I should have told you," he looked genually sorry.
"Forget about it," I mumbeled making my way to my workstation. Tristen took the empty station next to me. I retreived my folder from my bag and pulled out the peice of music I had been working on. I planned to record this peice of music and dance to it but neither the dance or the music were improving. I caught a glimpse of Tristen peeking at my work. I quickly tucked the paper back into my folder. Tristen turned to his keyboard and started playing. His long, slim fingers glided softly across the black and white keys. I couldn't hear what he was playing due to the large headphones plugged into the back of the keyboard.

By the end of the double lesson Tristen had filled one side of manuscript paper, whereas I has made no progress what so ever. When the break time bell rang I collected up my folder and shot out of the classroom. I had hoped that I was too quick for Tristen to notice that I had left but when i stopped he was right beside me.
"Are you avoiding me?" He asked looking a little hurt.
"No, of course not," I started. "It's just i don't like to stick around the classes longer than nessisary." He nodded, understanding my point. I felt a large, strong hand on my sholder.
"Is he bothering you?" Marty asked. I shook my head and explained that everything was okay now. Marty removed his hand from my sholder but he didn't remove his glare from Tristen. The "end of break bell" rang and we dispersed.
"I still don't like him," Marty huffed.
"Your not the only one," I pondered, remembering my Dad's comment on sunday morning.