Watercolour

Twelve

Alana's P.O.V

"So, how was your night?" George asked as we waited for our music teacher to come.

"It was good," I answered, purposefully ignoring the tone of the question.
"Good as in... you-" he said, widening his eyes.
"No, George... like I said, they're just friends," I interrupted.
"Wait, there were more than the two of you?"
"Well, yeah. It was band rehearsal remember? We're not a two-man-band."
"Oh yeah..."
"Guys," one of the other guys in our class called as he stood at the front of the room. Everyone looked up.
"Mr Franc isn't in today and no-one's been set to cover us. So basically, do whatever the fuck you want."

George looked at me as everyone else dispersed to find various things to do.
"Well, you know you're like the only one that I actually get on with in this class."
"What, even after I ignored you, like, pretty much for the whole of last year?"
"Yeah... Why did you?"
"Ignore you? 'Cause your friends were always trying to hit on me."
"Yeah, well they're dumb, they all got kicked out anyway... they're at Roward's Sixth Form now, re-doing year 12."
"Ahh, so that's why you've suddenly started talking to me again," I said, laughing slightly.

George and I had gone to the same primary school and had got on really well. For the five years at high school, I never saw him... not once. To be honest, towards the end of high school, I'd completely forgotten about him and had just gotten on with my life. But then, he appeared at enrollment day at the same college as me. He hadn't changed that much and I instantly recognised him. However, he hadn't recognised me and treated me like stranger until our first class together when he heard my name called on the register.

And ever since then, I had tried my best to avoid him as he was almost always with his group of stupid friends that would wolf-whistle down the hall at me at any and every opportunity they got. Occasionally, I would see George telling them to stop, but then when asked why, he would just make up some stupid story about me and him having a past relationship or something like that.

"That was fun," I said as George and I headed out of the performing arts block.

"Yeah, it was. I didn't know you were good on the drums. I swear you play like every instrument," he said.

I laughed. "Yeah... something like that."

"Hey, you walking home with anyone?"

"Actually, I'm meeting someone the park... we're going for a coffee."

"Is this, someone, a guy by any chance?"

"Yeah... but I only met him, like, two weeks ago. He's definitely just a friend."

"For now, for now. Just you wait and see, Grey."

"Sure thing, Murphy."

"Since when did we start referring to each other by our last names?" George asked.

"Since you called me Grey a second ago."

We were just turning into the car park when I saw Harvey standing at the gate.

"Wait, why's he here? I thought we were meeting at the park," I said.

"He's here? Where? Which one?" George asked, sounding too interested.

"Oh, wow George," I said, laughing at him. "He's the one by the gate... in the white shirt."

"Hmm... Not bad, Grey. Not bad."

"What the hell? Anyway, I'll see you at dance tomorrow," I said, walking towards Harvey.

"Yeah, have fun," he replied, waving as he walked away.