The Good, The Bad, and The Genius(ON HOLD)

You Read Music

As I calculated the seconds I was ontop of his shoulders, I realized that Jordan actually got me to biology earlier than usual. I guess time flies when you aren't being kicked, shoved, or pushed through the hallways.

"This is you're stop, ma'am." Jordan did his best impression of a taxi cab driver. I hopped off his shoulders and looked scoldingly into Jordan's eyes.

"Never again, Jordan," I grumbled, trying my best to hide my smug grin and began to make my way to the classroom.

"Wait!" Jordan called out after me, making me turn around

"What?"

"Don't I get a tip?" Jordan said smugly with a grin on his face, rubbing his fingers together.

"Here's a tip," I called out as I walked into the classroom "The late bell's going to ring in approximately one minute and 30 seconds. You're going to be late for class of you don't leave right now!"

Jordan looked at his watch, cursed, and ran off, leaving me laughing as I walked into the classroom.

Everyone was already seated when I got in the classroom, including Tyler. What a surprise.

"You're here early," I say as I sit on my stool next to Tyler, who's busy writing something down on a crumpled piece of paper. I try to get a closer look but he moves it away so that I can't see it.

"Oh," Tyler replies, stuffing the paper in the pocket of his black hoodie. "Yeah, um, I didn't feel like ditching since it's raining. No point in that."

"Hmmm," I analyze "I had no idea that ditchers had a set of rules they go by."

"We don't," he replies "I just...I just didn't feeling ditching or whatever. Hey--that's categorizing. Aren't you against all that shit?"

"Huh?" I ask startled "What do you mean?"

"You said 'I had no idea that ditchers had a set of rules they go by," Tyler stated, finally looking up at me, one eyebrow raised "Is that not an example of categorizing?"

I thought about this. "Well," I pondered "the dictionary definition of categorize is to describe by labeling or giving a name to; characterize. So, my apologies, I was categorizing you."

"Yep," Tyler nodded and went back to looking at the table and began to draw a figure on the black tabletop. "Whatever pleases you, genius."

We had a substitute today, so all we had were two worksheets filled with busy work for us to occupy ourselves with for the day. I finished those in less than fifteen minutes and began to get bored. I looked over at Tyler to see if he had finished his worksheet yet...he hadn't even started it. But unlike everyone else in the class, he didn't have his phone out; instead he continued to draw on the black table top. He somehow managed to fill up the entire table with lines and symbols that almost looked like...sheet music.

I watched him intently, looking at his facial features as he focused on his masterpiece. His perfectly plucked eyebrows would rise and fall as he sketched across the table. He never broke his eye contact away from the table, not once noticing my hovering presence over his shoulder. I moved my stuff off the table so that he could use the entire tabletop.

It took me a second, but then I realized that he wasn't really drawing, but he was writing. Music. Music notes scattered all over the black tabletop.
As I read each line, I could almost hear them in my head. It was amazing, music flowed off the table, into my ears, and out of my mouth in the form of hums.

It was really good, if Tyler wrote this...he was very talented.

Tyler sat there and stared at the table for a moment and then looked up and said with his signature grin "You read music."