Music to My Ears

Chapter 1•French Nipples

"Mooommmmm I have to go to schoool." I whined, standing by the door as she snapped photos of me on her phone.

"Oh, just hold on a second." She blew me off with a wave of her hand. "You know I always have to get some pictures of you on your first day of school! Not to mention you look adorable in that uniform!"

"It's hella itchy." I groaned, scratching my butt.

"Shut up and smile." She giggled, snapping another picture of me. When she finally finished, she rushed over and gave me a air-compressing hug. "Have a good first day, I love you!"

"Thanks." I quickly chocked out, prying myself off her grip. "I love you too."

"Did you remember your schedule?"

"Yep."

"Remember all of your books and folders?"

"Check."

"Remember lunch money?"

"I don't know how you expect me to have a good day when you won't even let me go."

"I'm sorry." She smiled, petting my hair. "My little girl is going to a big academy, I'm just nervous."

"I'll be fine, mom." I smiled back, kissing her check. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright. Bye sweetie." I finally was able to open the door and leave our apartment. I walked to school, somewhat ready for my first day. I'd be more prepared if it was everyone's first day. Administering myself into the Academy of the Gifted took longer than expected, so I was coming in on the last week of September.

Prepare yourself, Academy of the Gifted, for your least-gifted student, I thought to myself as I came up to the school.

It was huge, and looked more like a college or something. The nice thing about coming here was that I already knew some people here. A good friend of mine, Eren has been coming here for a while now. Even though we went to different schools, we still manged to keep in touch. We have known each other since we were eight, after all.

When I walked inside, it was flooded with teenagers so hormoned induced you could almost smell the desperation and van-sex at each passing. I pulled my schedule out of my brown leather satchel bag.

Oh lovely. It doesn't say where my locker is.

I growled out of frustration under my breath. This place is huge; I'll doubt I'll be able to find the main office without being late for my first class.

"Holy shit, Rebel is that you!?" I heard someone call out. I turned around, and saw Eren down the hall. His Caribbean blue eyes lit up the second he met with mine.

"Eren!" I happily called back. He ran over, wearing his boy version of the school uniforms of a white button up shirt and red tie, along with black slacks. He ran over and greeted me with a big hug, nearly picking me off the ground.

"What are you doing here?" He asked excitedly as he set me down.

"I wanted to surpise you! My mom and I were able to afford this school. My dad had set aside money for years for me so I could attend." I softly forced a smile.

My dad died a year ago in a car accident. My dad was always a good guy, but apparently he was intoxicated while driving and shit hit the fan. It's been a tough year for my mom and I, but we were making it. Hell, I was in a great school now. Eren knew my situation which was good. He and Armin came to the funeral. I didn't want to have to explain his death for the 3001 time.

"That's really nice of him." He said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Now, where's Armin? I haven't seen that beautiful blond bastard in forever !" I said, trying to change the sad and awkward topic.

"He's probably already in class." Eren rolled his eyes with a smirk "What class do you have first?"

"Erm, Latin. You wanna show me where that is?"

"Right this way!" Cheered Eren, pointing down the long hallway. I was about to ask about the main office to get a locker, but the warning bell cut me off. Oh, well, guess I'll have to carry my junk around with me until then.

"Here we are." Said Eren as we approached to a classroom door. "I have science now. But hey, what period do you have lunch?"

"Um...6th." I answered, pointing a finger up as I remembered.

"Awesome! I'll see you then, okay? We'll save a seat for you." He promised as he walked away.

"Thanks." I waved back and walked inside. I looked around, a few seats open. I wasn't sure which seat was open, so I just went to the teacher. "Um, excuse me? I'm new here. Where should I sit?"

The little old lady of a teacher peered over me through her coke bottle glasses. "You're name?" She asked, giving me a judgmental once over. Sheesh, not my fault the creator of these uniforms was a pervert and made these skirts short as hell.

"Rebel Armstrong,"

"What kind of a young ladies name is Rebel?" She questioned seriously.

"I don't really know, I was a bastard child and my parents were really proud of it back then." I explained dryly, "Now, my seat?"

The old geezer squinted at me before pointing to a seat next to a boy in the third to back row.

"Thanks, ma'am!" I smiled politely and went to my seat. The boy glared at me for a moment as I took my seat. Curious, I looked at him as well. His crow black, undercut hair draped over his ivory forehead. His stone grey eyes intensely made contact with mine for a second, before letting out a scoff and looked away. Damn, he seems rude.

"Alright everyone, let's start class." Said our teacher as she stood up to the front, writing something on the bored. "Please take our your text books and turned to chapter 5."

When she turned away, she wrote something on the bored that confused me. Then I understood.

French Class 102.

Eren, you son of a bitch.

Either he really was a dumbass, or he was fucking around with me. Him and I did stupid shit like this all the time back in school. It all just came screaming back to me.

"Um, excuse me?" I awkwardly raised my hand.

"What is it?" The old hag narrowed her eyes at me.

"Um, I think I'm in the wrong class."

"No you're not." She said simply.

"...But I am."

"I heard you were coming in today, don't try and play hooky on your first day." She warned. "Now, who would like to read outloud the first chapter?"

"I'm really...not." I raised my hand again. "Can I just-"

"You can just go get a textbook in the back, Miss. Armstrong. Now stop interrupting my class."

"Well...okay." I mumbled, defeated. A few snickers broke out, but was complely stopped the second the old witch shot them a glare to silence them. I grabbed a book on the back table and awkwardly took my seat. I stared at the book, unsure if I should even bother opening it. But I didn't want another weird argument from the teacher that smelled like apple sauce.

"Hey, what page are we on?" I whispered to the black haired boy next to me. His eyes moved over to me, but kept his face on on his book.

"Tch, why do you care? You're not even suppose to be in this class." He grunted with a stoic face.

"Well, yeah." I shrugged. "But it might be kinda fun. I've always wanted to learn more than one language, so I might as well give it a try. I can say hello and goodbye, so there's a start."

"This is year two, advance French, idiot."

"I can say nipple too."

The boy rolled his eyes into another dimension, turning his attention away from me. Well my senses were right, I got a humorless asshole on my hands. I sighed and slouched in my seat and decided to wait until the class was over.

This was going to be a long-ass day.