Carter

From that point onwards,
I just had to watch him from afar,
which sucked,
but there was nothing I could really do about it.

Or so I thought.

You see,
I'd been having some problems in my english class,
with my teacher Mrs Brown.
I didn't normally get into trouble with teachers,
but I guessed she just rubbed me the wrong way.

Words were exchanged, mostly on my part,
(I had no idea what had gotten into me),
and so the head teacher thought it would be better,
for me and Mrs Brown,
if I transferred classes, and so I did.

I swear I had no idea that Carter was in my new class,
and I didn't yell at Mrs Brown just to get close to him,
though if I'd known,
I would have yelled at her sooner.

My new allocated seat was right behind Carter,
and his best friend Jamie.
My partner was quiet, just like me,
and so I could devote my time in lessons to listening,
and boy did I have a lot to learn.

(though not from my new teacher)