You, a mischievous guy that always has mischievous tricks up your sleeve, loved to get in trouble with teachers and others. Class just started, and you were already annoying the teacher, yet gaining some laughs and snickers from behind you. But this teacher was strict..

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" she asked, exclaiming as she reached for the phone, dialing a number. It was call-out. Call-out is for when a student needs to be taken out of class for either feeling unwell or getting a C3 (where you go to this classroom to stay with other students with C3's. It's basically a detention during class.). So, soon enough, the call-out teacher came and talked to your maths teacher.

With a dramatic goodbye to the class, you grabbed your stuff and followed along with the call-out teacher, who was yapping about how being annoying isn't funny. You couldn't care less. Anyway, you got to a classroom upstairs with some older kids. Year (or grade) 11, the fifteen-seventeen year olds, soon going to do their GCSEs. But not now, of course. You looked around the classroom, full of eyes on you, as the call-out teacher talked to the main teacher there. But... Oh no... You caught someone's eyes.. It was your crush.. Yeah, someone one year older, going to leave high school in a few months. Alfie.

The teacher told you to sit down. But where? Guess what. NEXT. TO. ALFIE. Oh god.. You kept your eyes on the desk, your things next to the chair you were sat at. You were in a table with two other students (excluding Alfie) who are called Gracelyn and Tyler. God, your knees felt weak and your heart was soon to jump out of your chest.. You don't remember being as close to Alfie in a while as now.