When I got back to school, I was piffed to find that I had to do my Maths homework. I mean, seriously? What if I missed something important that was in the homework? But Mr Lark only said, "Catherine, you mean you don't know how to do long division?" so I had to shut up.

As we walked to Science, I said to Sue-Anne, "I hope I don't have to do Science homework as well!"

"We didn't get any," she said. "So you don't need to worry. Just relax. You could do yoga. My mum does it all the time- stops her talking. Good. I hate chatterboxes, because..."

"Okay, okay!" I yelled. "I'll do yoga!"

As I said this, I bumped into someone and fell right on my bum, making my books fly everywhere. I think I must've bumped my head, because I felt dizzy. I looked up and saw an angel. He had the most beautiful eyes that sparkled, and his hair... gosh, I thought that a Justin Beiber fringe was stupid until I saw him! 

"You okay?" he asked.

"Oh? I'm fine!" I said quickly, standing up and picking up all the stuff I'd dropped.

"Need a hand?" he offered.

"No... don't worry, I'm fine... but thanks!" I said. I quickly ran off with Sue-Anne at my heels.

"You like him, don't you?" she said.

"No!" I said. 

"You do," she said. "You're blushing. You look like a tomato. I love tomatos- they're so juicy and refreshing, but what isn't refreshing is someone nattering in your ear..."

"Okay, okay!" I yelled. "I have a C-R-U-S-H on him, but don't tell anyone!" Big mistake. Sue-Anne never kept secrets.

"I won't," she said. "Why do you find him hot? He's got this werid voice, and his hair's like Justin Beiber's!"

I glared at her. "Well, how would you feel if I said Harry had a pig nose?"

Sue-Anne gasped. "He does not!"

"Well, stop saying bad things about my crush then!" I yelled.

"What? Mr Cockney!" she spat.

"That's it!" I bellowed. "Harry's an idiot!"

Sue-Anne leapt for me with a growl. I dodged, and...

"Ow!"

It was Yasmin Johnson, from 8ES. I'd rammed her into the wall!

"Sorry!" I blurted out.

"That's okay," she said, but there was a cut on her forehead. She felt it, looked at her fingers and winced.

"I'm so sorry!" I said. 

She smiled. "I'm fine- honestly." She reached into her pocket and got out a box of plasters. She took one out and stuck it to her head. Then, with a smile she walked off.

"Woah," I said.

Just then, the Crush came by, running towards Yasmin. No... they weren't... they couldn't be...

"What lesson do we have next?" he asked her.

"Geography," she said.

No way...

The Crush...

He was in 8ES!