Deadly Love

17. Inevitable

I let out the air that has been in my lungs for the past minute. He walks out of the room but not before glancing over his shoulder and smirking at me.

Why does he have to be such a tease? It's quite evident that he wants me and I undeniably want him too. I slide my back down the lockers and sit on the cool floor. This man is making me crazy. All I can think about is his touch and how he makes me feel these things I've never felt before in my life.

I close my eyes and run my hands through my hair.

My finger grazes the spot on my neck where his breath hit and chills run down my spine.

I sit for a few more minutes trying to calm myself down before driving home for the night. I stand up to leave the room as I hear the band room door open.

A squeaky cleaning supplies cart rolls through and I find myself relieved but a tinge of disappointment hits me. A hefty woman steps into the dark room.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what are you doing in here? The school locks in 20 minutes and no students are allowed to be inside," the custodian's voice scolds me.

"Yeah, uh, sorry I was just leaving. I was here for a band-"

"I don't care why you were here, you are not supposed to be here. Get out," she rudely cuts me off.

"I am leaving now," I say as I roll my eyes at her and scurry towards the door.

She mutters "kids" and I turn and glare at her. Why are custodians always grumpy? Probably because they are stuck cleaning up after high school kids everyday. Still, there's no need to be so mean.

I drive home and enter the house, finding my mom sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. She looks up as I walk in the door.

"Oh Cadence, that performance was spectacular," she gushes and gets up to give me a hug.

"Thanks Mom," I say. "What was your favorite piece?"

"Definitely the last one you played. It was so suspenseful and intense and then the very end, it got so loud I almost had to plug my ears." She brings her hands to cover her ears.

I smile at how adorable my mother is. "Yes, I love that one too. David Maslanka, the composer of that piece, is a musical genius. His pieces are my favorite to play. The dynamics are so contrasting especially with the low brass," I squeal.

"Sweetie you are such a band nerd, you and your composers. You know, I think I need to get you a poster of him to hang in your room." She jokingly winks at me.

I laugh with her and give her a kiss goodnight since it's late and I have school tomorrow, the last day before winter break.

I run upstairs and get ready for bed. I gaze at myself in the mirror and find myself thinking of Mr. Alessi's touch again. I bite my lip and sigh.

I crash into my comfy bed and fall asleep, my heart aching for my handsome teacher.

Walking into the school the next day, I see Andi in the hall and she runs up to me.

"Hey girl, you okay? You look a little tired," she questions me giving me a look.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just didn't sleep much last night," I reply. I can't tell her that I kept waking up after countless dreams of band teachers and warm lips.

"Oh okay, hey! How was your concert last night? Sorry I couldn't come but Eric told me you did great," she exclaims.

"It was so fun. It's amazing to see how much better the band sounds now that Mr. Alessi is the conductor," I tell her.