Grace Notes

Chapter 11

Lola's POV-

I took my seat next to Grayson like I had the previous three classes. Honestly, I was a little bit surprised that he and Sarah weren't sitting together today. The way she talked about him, it seemed as if things were getting pretty serious. You would think they would want to be next to each other, but then again I had to remind myself that I was the one who had been her new boyfriend's first choice.

"What's up?" he asked as I pulled my laptop from my purse like I did everyday.

"Nothing much" I opened it up. "You?"

He shrugged, then lowered his voice. "So I heard you have been hanging with the prof?"

My brown eyes shot to him. "Did Sarah tell you that?"

He simply smirked in response.

I twisted around to say something to my roommate, but I had forgotten that she had mentioned running to the restroom before class began. We had driven together in her car today, figured carpooling would save money on the constantly rising gas prices.

"Chill, I'm not gonna say anything about it to anyone else"

My eyes flickered back to him. "You better not"

"How has that been going?"

"It hasn't been going" I rolled my eyes. "You and Sarah need to get it through your heads that I do not like him like that"

"Sure you don't" he shook his head, then looked down at his screen.

I could see that he was trying to finish the last of his homework again. He was working on the Musition application, still at the beginning of the assignment. I knew there couldn't possibly be enough time for him to get it done-after all, there were only two minutes until class was due to start; but I knew by now that he wasn't one of those people who really cares that much if they only get 75% of the score just for turning their work in late.

"Good evening"

There was that unmistakable, unfairly attractive, British accent coming from our professor. I glanced over my shoulder, my gaze following as he made his way to the front of the room. When he passed me, he smiled softly. In my insides, I could feel myself melt a little bit. It had to be the dimples...

After setting down his bag, he erased the writing on the whiteboard left over from a previous class. It had homework assignments scribbled in sloppy handwriting, along with some kind of diagram.

Once it was clean, he traded the fraying eraser for a black Expo marker and popped the cap off. I watched closely as he drew 5 neat lines and added a treble clef to the beginning of it.

"Alright" he looked over his shoulder. "Let's review the treble clef. Does anyone remember the acronyms for our lines?" His eyes flickered to the back of the room. "Hailey?"

"Every Good Boy Does Fine" I heard one of the girls in the back reply.

"Good" he wrote the sentence across the board, the marker squeaking softly. "Now, who can tell me the spaces? Matthew?"

"It's just 'FACE'"

"Uh huh" he wrote that one out, as well, then started drawing whole notes onto different places along the lines and spaces of the staff he had constructed.

Once finished with that, he drew little lines under the staff where the notes were so we could fill in the letter names.

"Who wants to take a go at it?" he asked.

I raised my hand.

"Lola!" he smiled.

I stood up and walked up beside him. As he handed me the Expo marker, I could smell the same cologne from earlier wafting off his wrist even though it was concealed by the sleeves of his Gucci hoodie.