Band geek.
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I couldn't focus. My palms were sweaty and I didn't know why I couldn't read the music. I'm normally really good at sight reading but now? Suddenly, I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. Turning, my head, I found myself staring straight into a pair if mesmerizing black eyes. "Are you ok? You have literally been playing straight quarter notes." Mr. Beachum decided to end class early, so everyone basically had ten minutes of free time as Mr. Smith called me over. "So, if you ever need to come in after school to practice, just text me and i can come unlock the door." he said handing me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. Then, the bell rang and I dashed out to avoid the embarrassment.
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My next class was Spanish, which seems pretty cool. 'I wonder if Lisandro is in this class- WAIT WHAAAAT??!! I JUST MET HIM!!!' The teacher, Mrs. C (as she asked to be called) welcomed me and showed me to an empty desk next to two other people, a girl with light brown hair and hazel eyes named Avery, and a boy with dark brown hair and dark chocolate eyes named Sean. Avery pretty much seemed like an inside out Oreo to me, if you get the idea. However, I don't really understand why she tries so hard to be ratchet, calling herself Bohneifuh and all, but like Sean, I'll just go with it.
WTF is a "Ratchet Family" anyway?
~•~(A/N: that's a reference to another book I wrote. Go ahead and check it out! It's called "The Ratchet Family" no? OK. (╥﹏╥) *fades into background*)~•~
Everything was fine until English. It was the last class of the day, and I only saw Lisandro at lunch. I had some of the other percussionists in other classes, like Abby in theatre, and Karissa in algebra, but not much else was notable, until now. The teacher, Mrs. Yate (or as students preferred: Mrs. YEET) introduced me, but my focus was all on the boy in the back. If you haven't guessed by all this foreshadowing, the boy in the back was Lisandro. And the only empty seat in the class was right next to him. 'That's just how me and the universe roll these days.' I sat awkwardly next to him as Mrs. YEET- i mean Mrs. Yate began the lesson. Who cares about propaganda and media when I'm five inches away from some boy who messes with my head, without even knowing he does!? Stupid hormones...
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I managed to dash out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, and quickly got my backpack and books from my locker before dashing out of the school building to the safety of my mom's car, which was conveniently waiting at the very front. "How was your day sweetie?" my mom asked as I leaned back against the seat. "I survived, so I suppose it was a good day." suddenly, as we were pulling out, a familiar face with weird hair passed by my car, and I immediately ducked down in the seat. He didn't see me, but he looked thoughtful, and perhaps a little troubled? 'WAIT! It's none of my business! He's just a stranger who has sex appeal. WAIT WHAAAAT?! THAT'S NOT OK THAT'S NOT OK!!' My mom placed a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay? You're blushing, hiding, and shaking. Ooohhhhh, is it...
A BOY?!"
My mom yelped happily. "You work quickly Julia. I'm impressed." she seemed satisfied, but I had to interject. "What!? Mom! It's not a boy!
...
AND IT ISN'T A GIRL EITHER!!"
she looked at me with a smirk. I sighed. My mother could read me like a book. "OK, it IS a boy, but not the way you think it is." my mom nodded, that smirk still plastered on her face as she finally began pulling out of the school zone. "Whatever you say Julia."
'Oh dear. Where is this going?'
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