Michael Weston awoke to the sound of his bedside alarm ringing, he cursed as the noise filled his ears and a quick glance at the large red numbers confirmed it really was time to get up. “Why is it always so much harder to wake up on a school day than at the weekend?” the young man thought to himself as he rolled back the covers and headed towards the bathroom for a shower. After he had showered he took some time to do his hair in the mirror and prepared to have a shave, but that idea was soon abandoned by the voice of his mother outside the bathroom, apparently he'd been in there long enough already.<br/><br/>He headed back to his room with just a towel around his middle, glancing at the class timetable he had on the pin board above his bed, not a bad day of classes lined up by any means he thought. He dressed in his school clothes and grabbed his bag by the side of his desk, making sure he had the right books before he headed downstairs to grab a slice of toast and down the mug of coffee his mother had poured out for him.<br/>8:15am on the dot, as if he were a perfectly crafted machine his friend and fellow football teammate Tom rung the door bell, he called out “Cya Later!” to his parents and he headed off on the walk to school. Like most days the talk was either of football or girls, and today it happened to be girls as Tom recalled the details of his date with a cheerleader last night. Paul listened on as Tom told him pretty much everything, perhaps a little too much info, but then most guys would brag if they'd gotten a blowjob from one of the hottest cheerleaders, wouldn't they?<br/><br/>Upon arrival at school the guys headed off to their lockers, exchanging a few words and handshakes with some of his friends who were already there until the bell went to signal the start of classes. The guys continued to talk loudly amongst themselves as they headed off towards the changing rooms for sports class. Paul always liked this day as sport for his number one subject at school and he had a double period of it, meaning he'd be out playing football from now until lunch, and probably through most of lunch too. He was sure the team coach and fixed it so he had all his best players in the same lesson. The changing rooms were filled with the loud noise of the guys laughing and talking, most of it aimed at Tom as he retold the tale of his date last night, it seeming his variation of the story differed a little to the version Stacey was telling people.<br/><br/>As it always seemed to, Sports class went by way too quick for his liking and it wasn't long before the guys were back in the locker room getting showered and dressed, the talk now being directed at 2 guys. One was a slightly out of shape kid who was repeatedly being told how funny it was when he tried to catch the ball only to end up in a large puddle of mud, and the other a quiet boy who was being accused of checking out everyones package, much to the amusement of everyone else.<br/>Once dressed Paul checked his appearance in the mirror, ran his hands through his hair to adjust it to his liking before he headed off to his next class. He smiled as his friend Jack reminded him that this was Miss Bell's class, unsurprisingly she was most popular amongst the guys at school. Paul was delighted with the seat he had in her class this term, where he sat he had a perfect view of her as she moved around at the front, and he hoped today would be no different.<br/><br/>With the locker room so close by him and a couple of his friends were among the first to arrive. Heading over to his seat he swung his bag under the table, turning to greet the girls sat behind him as they all made some small talk between them as they waited for everyone else to arrive.