It Started With A Rumour

"so what's going on with you and Connor?" my best friend Ellie whispered to me
"nothing it's just a rumour" I snapped back.
"yeah but he is pretty fit"
"well I guess" my sentence was interrupted by Mr Thornecroft.
" ahh Hazel can you answer this question for me?" he barked at me,
" no sir"
"why not?"
"because I was talking sir"
"oh dear!" he sighed sarcastically.
"DETENTION, both of you" he shouted sniggering at us, I flushed red in embarrassment
"oh and I think Connor would appreciate not being called fit"
The whole class giggled at the two of us, but Connor was just sitting in the corner like he liked me calling him fit.

For the rest of the lesson I tried to concentrate on Mr Thonecrofs big figure and his untidy writing on the board, but I was struggling because Connor had been glancing at me for the hour or so. I couldn't help feeling that he liked me, the girl with long brown curly hair and dark blue eyes...