12:17, better pack up. I put my chrome book in my backpack, excited to go to seventh period. The guy i like sits near me, so every now and then i'd get a glance at him. He had beautiful hair, it was just so fluffy. His eyes we're that much of a color, but we're still so dreamy. oh- not to mention his voice that makes me like him even more every time i hear it. in the middle of my thinking we were dismissed out of that hell hole. asshole... hate that class. I quickly scattered to the first floor, and across the school building to hear many alto saxophones and clarinets blaring from across the hallway. I went into the locker room to grab my instrument. as i carried my flute, i walk into the main band room and see everyone is sitting in a different spot. I look at the seating chart, scanning for my name ah- here it is. i scan the room trying to find my seat in reality, but then i realize. he sits in front of me. we were already some what friends, but this would be awkward. shit. I awkwardly go over to my seat, hoping to not be seen by him. as soon as i sit down, he turns his back and pulls down my stand. my stuff basically falling out of my arms, i beg for him to pull it up. my binder falls and it lands on my stand lucky... he lets go of my stand, and i pull it back to normal. god... i cant wait to change seats again. I assemble my flute, tune, all that jazz. he pulls my stand down again. ugh. i look up at him, and see him with his reed in his mouth. jeez, i cant even imagine the way his hands look pressing the keys on his huge saxophone- is that bari sax? alto? i'm not even sure. "stop it!" i feel my face heating up. the band teacher calls us up to start our concert scale. here goes to a longggg month of this trouble maker in front of me.
