sigh. i hate playing the flute sometimes. i go into the locker room, grab my flute, but didn't realize, he's behind me. "boo!" i turn around, god his voice- omg don't blush- you idiot! "stop it!.." i whine and sit in my seat. that was.... kind of cute... i start playing random music, blah blah blah... d, e, f, e, d d, d, c, b c d. then my music stand was pulled down "bruh- really?" *i pull up my stand and our band director has us start with warm ups. some time in the middle of the class, i feel a presence on my knee, slowly crawling up. I look down, and there on the butterfly print of my jeans, was his fingers, crawling up my leg. UH? IS THIS- THIS IS FLIRTY! I knock his hand off with my flute, shit... that was... *blush*
