Not How I Planned It

Chapter 2

"This shit smells so bad!" Kale whined behind me.

"Oh shut up, you big baby! It's not that bad. Remember to really saturated my roots." We were currently in my bathroom, me sitting on a small ottoman facing my mirror and Kale standing behind me.

"Remind me again why you're making me dye your hair?"

"Because you owe me after tripping me in the mall and making me drop my frappe!"

"Hey, don't blame your clumsiness on me. You and I both know I never tripped you. And we literally just left McDonald's! I could've just walked back and bought you another one."

"Just shut it and keep dying." I laughed at him as he made faces from the smell of the red hair dye he was applying to my hair. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as he continued his work.

Seeing Kale and Violet the other day made me realize how uneventful of a love life I had. Scratch that, it was completely nonexistent. Here I was, a junior in high school, and I hadn't even been on a proper date yet. The closet thing I had ever experienced that even slightly resembled a date was a time in eighth grade when my mom practically forced me to go to CiCi's Pizza with her friend's son. She told me it would be a mother and kids hang out type if thing, but in reality she left me there while she and her friend got their nails done.

Needles to say it was very awkward and shouldn't even count as a date.

Maybe it's the way I look that prevents people from asking me out? I examined my reflection again. My face was slim and my fair, slightly tanned skin seemed to glow in the light of the bathroom. The giant t-shirt I wore fit loosely around my slender figure, which had curves in all the right places. My lips were just plump enough and my nose was of average quality. My eyes, though they were the shade of poop brown, were a nice shape and size for my face and the glasses I wore made me look somewhat like a sexy librarian.

Nah, bitch, you flawless! I thought to myself just as Kale finished up the last bit of my hair.

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I was towel drying my hair just as my phone rang. Grabbing it off the counter, I made my way towards the couch where Kale was munching on a bag of chips. I plopped down next to him and snatched up the bag as I answered the call.

"What's up?"

"Have you seen the new kid yet?" I heard Kara's excited voice through the phone.

"No, what about him?" I slapped Kale's hand away as he try to reclaim the chips.

"Hold on, I'll send you a picture of him right now. He's so... Ooh. I'm sending it now."

My phone pinged notifying me I had received her text. "Alright I got it. Give me a second." I opened up her text and looked at the photo she sent. "Holy... Mother..." My jaw dropped.

"What?" I disregarded Kale's statement and looked at the picture a little while longer before putting the phone back up to my ear.

"Is he real?" I asked Kara.

"Girl, are you swimming?" I could almost hear her smile.

"I'm drowning."

"It's get better. He's going to be at practice tomorrow. He's part of the trumpet line. Can you be- ugh hold on." I heard muffled talking in the background before she returned to the phone. "I have to go, but we'll talk tomorrow."

I reopened her text after she hung up and continued to stare at the boy in it. He was standing in a field and holding a trumpet in his slender fingers, the sunlight was hitting him just right. His hair was a golden brown, styled back in that it-looks-I-just-out-of-bed-but-really-I-use-high-quality-product-to-get-this-sexy-messy-look way. His smile framed perfectly straight, white teeth and his eyes.. Damn, his eyes. They were the lightest blue I had ever seen.

"Do you need a towel to wipe up all that drool?" I was so preoccupied with this boy in the picture that I hadn't noticed the one looking over my shoulder at my phone screen.

"Leave me be!" I huffed as I waved my hand in his face to shoo him away.

"I was just playing, Fallon!" He laughed as he stepped back to put on his shoes. "But in all seriousness, I need a ride home."

I groaned as I stood up and stretched, my joints cracking. I looked over to see Kale wincing and chuckled lightly, knowing that he hated that sound. Grabbing my keys, we both headed towards the front door. Just as I was reaching for the door handle my mother walked in, humming something.

"Oh! Hello my children!" She greeted Kale and I.

"Hi, mom." He and I both said together. She kissed us both on the cheek before kicking her shoes off and heading towards the stairs.

"Fallon, sweetie, when you get back from dropping Kale off could you help me with dinner?" She asked as she ascended the stairs. I mumbled a "sure" as she called back a "thank you!"

I looked at Kale, who was giving me a look I knew all to well.

"Don't ask me how she always knows what we're doing, because I have no idea." I told him as we went out the door and headed to my car.

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"He's going to be at practice today, can you believe it? I bet he's still beautiful even when he sweats. I wonder what..." I walked next to a rambling Kara as we headed down to the practice field after school. The sun had no mercy today as its blaring heat was coming down on us. Even as I was kneeling downtown to set my flags, Kara was stilling going on about the new guy. It was only when she suddenly stopped that I looked up to see her staring off in the distance. I looked in the direction of her gaze and locked my eyes on what had her speechless.

That picture did not prepare me for what I was witnessing right before my eyes. He was walking onto the practice field, heading to the trumpet section of the basic block set up. It almost felt like seductive jazz music should've been playing as he ran his hand through his hair while sauntering over to his section.

Where the hell were the saxophonists when you needed them?

I quickly got back up to my feet and practically hung onto Kara's shoulder. "How the hell did we get a guy like that to be in our band? Guys like him only exist in other school's bands!" I quickly whisper-yelled in her ear before we parted ways into our sections.

"The Mighty Lord hath blessed us!" She yelled back at me.

"All right band," Mr. Locke, the band director, said over the speakers. "I'm sure you've noticed by now that we have a newcomer to our band."

Yeah, who could miss that gorgeous hunk o' man?

"Well, we want to make him feel as much a part of this great band family so let's all give a warm welcome to Champ Rogers!" Most kids were going up to him and saying "hi" whereas I was thinking Hell, even his name is attractive!

This was going to be a long practice...

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I know this is short but I'm still finding my footing in this whole story writing process. Anyway, I hope you guys like this so far, and feel free to comment any thoughts you have on it!

UNTIL NEXT TIME, LOVERS!! >:333