It's Complicated

Three

Madison's POV

I had English first. Then, social studies, science, choir, lunch, math, French, and finally study hall. The first few classes were pretty fast and, before I knew it, I was on my way to choir. I hadn't seen that girl since the morning. I couldn't keep her out of my head. I didn't have Pres is any of my classes so far, but I had a couple of old friends in them. I felt hopeless. Pres was a big part of my life, and I didn't know what I would do without him.

I got to the choir room a couple minutes before the bell rang. I was in choir the year prior, so I knew exactly where to go. I sat down and started to take out my phone, when she walked in. My eyes widened. I couldn't stop looking at her and her eyes looked around the room before meeting mine. There we were. Just staring at each other. Her eyes soft, yet confused. They seemed to becoming bigger, but then I realized she was walking towards me. I couldn't look away. She held my gaze as her eyes became mischievous. She spoke, "Do we know each other?" Her voice was a bit deeper than I expected, but it was still beautiful. I shook my head, "No."

"Well, my name's Archer." Archer. I had never heard of a name like that. It seemed to suit her.

"Madison."

"Nice to meet you, Madison." She smiled at me. It was like the heavens opened and let out all the light it was hiding. Her eyes were bright and curious. Her long hair outlined her perfectly. She had a splatter of freckles on her face that I had only noticed just now. Her face seemed to glow. I wondered what her parents looked like. "Are you a soprano?" Her voice took me out of my trance, but my eyes could never leave her gleaming face. "Uh.. Yeah. You?"

"Nah. I'm an alto." Great. That means I might be able to stare at her during class. I'm going to fail choir. "Cool. I don't remember you from last year. Did you just move here?"

"Yeah. My little brother was having trouble learning at his old school, so we moved."

"Well, welcome to California." I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"Thank you, bella ragazza." And with that, she left. What did she call me? Bella ragazza. I had never heard that term before. It sounded either Italian or Spanish. And why did she not say bye to me? She just said "Thank you." and left. But why was I mad? She's a girl, and she probably had a boyfriend. And a boyfriend meant no competition. My face fell. Presley. I had forgotten about him. What was this girl doing to me?

"Okay class, there is about 4 minutes until the bell rings. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice day!" I walked off the section platform and immediately found Archer by her locker. I started walking over, when my best friend, Garrett, came up to me.

"Hey, Madds!" He had a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Hi, ami." Garrett knew my parents taught me French and had been taking it to try to understand my random use of the language.

"This is so exciting. We get to be with the juniors. They're so hot. And I forgot how amazing you are at singing."

I shrugged, completely ignoring his last statement. He knew how much I hated compliments. "They're okay."

"You're just saying that cause you have a boyfriend," He teased. "I'm a free, independent woman. I don't need no man." He sassily put his hands on his waist. I laughed.

"Agneau, you'll get a boyfriend one day, and you'll completely deny that statement."

He shook his head. "Nope. I'm gonna be man-less for my entire life and have 42 hairless cats. That's my goal in life." I laughed again.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways, I really need to go talk to someone." I glanced at her nervously. She was still there messing with her locker.

"It's alright, sis. I wanted to question all of the other tenors, so I understand. It was really nice to see you. We should've hung out more during the summer." He frowned at me.

"Garrett, we hung out literally every other day." He still looked sad.

"I know, but you're my best friend and life is boring without you." He looked at me with his infamous puppy dog eyes.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

He giggled. "See you tomorrow?"

"For sure. Bye, mon cher!"

"Bye!"

He skipped away and I slowly turned to see Archer facing me. She was leaning against the lockers, smirking. "How's your friend?"

"Fine. His name's Garrett by the way."

"He's right about you being a good singer." Her smirk widened.

"Me? You're the good one here."

"Oh whatever. You're just saying that, Miss I-Can-Break-Glass-With-My-Voice."

"I'm serious, and I can't even sing that high."

"Oh so a B7 isn't high? Hmm I never knew that..." She stared off as if she was deep in thought. I giggled. "It's not. Plus, I can barely even make it to a Ab." She looked at me with her head titled with a not-convinced expression, "That was not an Ab, it was at least a Bb. At least."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. You win." I put my hands up in defeat.

"I always do." She was grinning now. Her eyes seemed brighter than before, but there was something else that I couldn't figure out in them. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Oh god. I couldn't stop myself. I didn't even know I was going to say it. "Me?" She seemed perplexed and the tiniest bit uncomfortable

"No, Garrett. Of course you. Who else would I be talking to?" She 'thought' about it for half a second before answering.

"True. But no, I don't. I don't really know anyone so it would be hard to just show up to a new school and magically have a boyfriend."

Then, the bell rang. We said our goodbyes and parted. I started walking to the cafeteria. I had a feeling this year would be a good one.