Deadly Love

4. Mean

The rest of the week passes in a blur of school, homework and sleeping. Eric seems to be taking up a large portion of my mind but thoughts of him fade as the days pass.

My alarm goes off at 7 A.M. on Tuesday morning, thirty minutes earlier than usually. I decide to take the time to look nice for school today since it's my first day in the Wind Ensemble. I want to look prepared, because I don't necessarily feel it.

Hopping out of bed, I rummage through my closet to find a cute outfit. I decide on light denim high-rise shorts and a fitted, cropped white tee. I grab my white & blue Jordan 4's and throw those on as well.

I stand in the bathroom mirror and check out my appearance. I notice that my legs look extra long from the high-rise shorts and decide to apply lotion to them.

I finger through my blonde locks and ponder what to do with them. As I'm twirling a piece, I decide to loosely curl it. I apply a little more makeup than I normally do and smile at myself in the mirror.

I wish I had the energy to look this nice everyday.

Looking out my bathroom window, I see Eric pull into my driveway. I hurry downstairs and grab a granola bar for breakfast.

I hop into Eric's jeep and his jaw drops open. I watch him struggle to close it.

"Woah, you look good today," he stutters out.

I laugh and smile at him. "Thanks Eric, you look nice today, too.

We arrive at school and for the first time since elementary school, split up for band as his new schedule says he has English while I have Wind Ensemble.

"Well...I will see you later, Cadence."

I look up into his watery eyes and give him a quick hug, telling him I will see him later.

I walk into the band room and my attention turns to Mr. Alessi who is already standing on the podium with his hands attached to his hips. His facial expression shows absolutely no form of excitement. My mouth drops open at the black suit that is snug around his body. He fingers the bright blue tie that hangs around his neck, his gaze darting around the room.

I find my seat and realize that I am first chair. I completely bombed my audition and I know that I am not good enough to lead a section. I've always played second chair and I always get the supporting parts. I glance on my stand to see that my music looks incredibly difficult, not to mention that I see the word solo everywhere. Luckily the solos are small enough and don't seem to be impossible. I look up at Mr. Alessi who is directly in front of me at the podium.

He notices my wide eyes and shocked expression.

"Cadence, do you like your new seat? It requires a tremendous amount of hard work and dedication. Don't disappoint me," he mutters and turns toward a blonde bimbo flute player who is waiting for him, named either Linds or Lisa. We've been in band together before and she has always played last because of her inability to blend in. I'm not sure how she made this band but I glance down at her large breasts and curvaceous body and the answer comes to me.

The bimbo crosses her arms over her chest, trying to accentuate her breasts and begins talking to Mr. Alessi in her high, squeaky voice. "Hi, Mr. Alessi! I'm Liz Stamas; I play flute, as you know. I'm not sure why I'm last chair, but I know that will be adjusted later on when you see how good I am. I just wanted to introduce myself because we'll be seeing a lot of each other obviously and I tend to be really close with my teachers. Like, really close," she smiles.

Disgusted by the way she is flirting with her teacher, I try to stop listening to their conversation, but I am intrigued to hear what Mr. Alessi has to say in return.