Healing Sophie

8

"Theo, get out of the damn bathroom, or I swear to god, I'm going to pour all of your precious energy drinks down the drain."

"Don't you dare!"

Sophie walked out of her bedroom early in the morning, hoping to shower before her first day of classes, but was instead greeted by Chase screaming at a showering Theo through the door.

"I need to shower, I have classes in two hours." She pouted.

"Get in line, Bunny. Theo's hogging all the hot water."

As if summoned by other people's annoyance, the devil himself shut off the water and opened the door wearing nothing but a towel hanging lowly from his hips.

Sophie squeaked and looked away, covering her face. If she saw another half-naked person, she was going to have an aneurysm. "Theo! Put some clothes on, you weirdo!"

He chuckled. "Sorry, Bambi. If I had known you were waiting, I would've let you join me." He winked and walked away, leaving a sinful view of his muscular back.

Sophie turned back around to find a smirking Chase. Busted.

"Do you want to shower first, Sophie?", he asked sweetly. Her heart squeezed at the offer.

"No, I can wait," she said.

"If you're in a hurry, you might be able to sneak into Victor's bathroom in his room. He's probably dead asleep right now."

She nodded and gathered her stuff before slowly peeking her head into Victor's room. Upon seeing his sleeping form, she made her way to his bathroom. She showered as quickly as possible, feeling nervous in his space.

As soon as she was done, she dried off and changed into her outfit. She had decided on a black skirt and tights with a white shirt and green cardigan. The look was completed with some black ankle boots.

Sophie exited the bathroom and ensured Victor was still soundly asleep, before heading towards the door. As she went to reach for the handle, she heard Victor stir in his bed and froze like a deer in headlights. She paused for a breath and when she was confident the coast was clear, she went to exit again.

Before the door closed, she could hear him muttering in his sleep.

"Sam."

Then, the door shut.

"You've got this, Soph," Finn said. The two of them stood outside of the drama building where her first class was held.

She nodded and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Finn."

"Call me if you need anything."

He gave her a quick hug and she stepped into the daunting doorway.

"Welcome, everyone, to Beginner Music Composition. My name is Professor Blaire. We are going to be seeing a lot of each other over the next few months, so we should get comfortable." The professor of the class stood at the front of the auditorium in front of a podium. She was an older lady with white curly hair tied up in a messy up-do and red, pointed glasses, clad in colorful clothes of all patterns. Her presence eased Sophie's nerves.

"You are all going to write your name on the piece of paper on your desk and I will pull your name along with another person. Please find a seat near that person. I'd love to get a feel for everyone's knowledge, so your first assignment will be to spend the week with your partner and write and perform a short 16-bar song using your favorite instrument or medium that will teach us something about your partner. You can sing or not sing; the song just needs to have one chorus and one verse. It doesn't have to be perfect."