After the hallway incident between Jackass and Marcel, I couldn’t concentrate at all. I skipped lunch and hid in the library playing games on my phone until it was time to go to class again. I was the first one to arrive to music composition and quietly sat down and waited. I realized Marcel would be here soon and that brought me back to the incident this morning.
“Elle.” I looked up at Mr. Horlyck. “As you know this class is music composition. What instrument is your fort?”
“I play the piano and the guitar but I prefer the piano.” I said and then looked around, everyone was already in their seats. I spaced out again.
“Okay, may you come up here and perform something for us just so I know what level of skills you have.” Okay. I stood from my seat in the back and headed up to the front to sit on the piano.
Once I was settled, I started playing Your Song by Elton John as a warm up but not even 10 seconds in the teacher stopped me.
"Miss Sparks this is a composition class. I'm looking for something that you yourself have written not something by Elton John." Mr. Horlyck said. There were a couple of students snickering in the back.
I took a deep breath and began playing something that has been on my mind since I moved here but that I haven't been able to play since Uncle Damian doesn't have a piano in the house so this is the first time I’ve played this. I became engrossed, feeling the music flow, the emotions. I don’t remember how much time passed before I realized I had to end it. When I finished I was met by silence.
I looked up at Mr. Horlyck and he just stood there staring at me just like every student in the room. He quickly composed himself, “Thank you for that presentation, Miss Sparks. You are a very talented musician.” I just nodded and quickly returned to my seat avoiding everyone’s eyes.
“Psst.” I ignored it.
“That was impressive.” No response.
“Psst, Elle.” Still ignored it.
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Not now Marcel.” I whispered back trying to concentrate on tuning the guitar Mr. Horlyck was working on certain students at the moment and the rest of us were stuck tuning in various instruments in the room.
“Are you mad at me?” I continued to ignore him for the remainder of the period and then English, not that we could actually talk since we had an exam but still, ignored him. I would have tried in chemistry too but we’re lab partners and that’s practically impossible.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asked quietly as soon as I sat down next to him.
“What makes you think that?” I know, childish.
“Really, Elle? You’ve been ignoring me since the Vincent incident this morning.” He replied.
“I know.” I admitted.
“Why then?” He asked, he looked so confused at that moment and... hurt?
“I’m just-” I started.
“Okay class,” Mrs. Watson interrupted. “Today, I will start by announcing that we have an upcoming project that will be due sometime in November so I’m giving you all more than a month to prepare for it. This project is almost half your grade so I expect you to do well. Now, everyone will be working with their lab partners.” There were some groans of complaint. “None of that, you will be graduating soon and I expect you to work together. Each group will have a meet in with me every week starting next week to check the progress you have made and to see that both of you are working equally.”
“Now, for today’s lab we will determine the identity of an unknown metal or metalloid ion based on the characteristic color the salt turns the flame of a bunsen burner. So, get your emission spectrum charts out and get started.” I heard Marcel sigh and then watched him as he stood up to get the materials.
“Look at her. That’s disgusting.” I heard.
“I know right. I mean, he’s kinda hot but still a big no, like he’s a nerd.”
“I know. She can do so much better.” I finally looked over and found two blonde bimbo’s who quickly avoided eye contact with me but kept speaking as if I wasn’t there.
“Not only that, I heard that Vince kissed her. She’s so trying to steal him from Becca.” They both gasped. Really? Was that necessary?
“What a slut?” Excuse me!
“Hello? Earth to Elle?” I shook my head at the snapping fingers in front of my face.
“Huh?” I looked up at Marcel. He had already set up the chemicals and materials on the table.
“Are you okay?” He quickly glanced at the bimbo’s and then back at me.
“I’m fine.” I said emptying my mind of everything that has happened today. I needed to concentrate at the moment. A scream interrupted my task followed by...
I didn’t even know what happened. The minute I looked up after hearing that scream I froze and my mind was someplace else.
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heart·break·er (noun) 1.a person who is very attractive but who is irresponsible in emotional relationships. 2.a story or event that causes overwhelming distress I guess I should have listened to Marina and the Diamonds to avoid all this pain.