Connected

Chapter 6: Mutual

ALISON'S P.O.V.

I dropped everything I had in my hands because I was lost in his eyes. They pierced my soul as I gasped in shock.

"Haha, it's okay," he laughed, really not caring that I bumped into him. He looked like he was going to say something until he inhaled sharply and said, "So, want me to help you pick up your stuff?" We were pretty close to each other. Kissing close, except he was a whole head taller than me, my neck was craned upwards staring at him.

"What stuff...OH, yeah, I'd love that!" I took a step backwards to help him. I had half of my stuff, just one more paper--crap. Our hands brushed against each other as we reached for the last paper.

"Uhhh...." we said awkwardly at the same time. Great. Perfect. Aren't you just the most awkward person on EARTH. I scolded myself. I let John pick up my paper and he offered to hold the rest of my items.

"So....what class are you headed to next?" I asked him. His face turned pink of slight embarrassment.

"Uh...basketball..yeah!" he said quickly.

"Are you sure?" I teased.

"Yes," he shouted, "I mean, yeah, I'm positive,"

"Okay, but if I find out that you're lying to me, you'll be in big trouble, Mister Hyland!" I said in a manly voice and playfully punched his arm.

"Sir, yessir!" he played along.

"Well, this is my class! You might as well head to your class, too!" I guestured to the choir building.

JOHN'S P.O.V.

"Well, this is my class! You might as well head to your class, too!" she waved her hand towards the choir building.

WHAT. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WE'RE IN CHOIR? SHE'S IN CHOIR? WE HAVE IT TOGETHER? I LIED. OH MY GOSH. MENTAL ABUSE TO MYSELF. Lots and lots and LOTSSSS OF MENTAL ABUSE.

"Uh..okay...but..one thing?" I was just going to break it to her. But she didn't look disappointed, it looked like her hopes were flying up.

"Yeah!?" she asked.

*sigh* "I'm not gay,"

"Uhm....okay........I needed to know that, why?" she looked pissed now.

"I'm in choir right now...you see...I don't have basketball until later..cause....yeahIhavechoirandI'mreallysorrythatIliedtoyousocanyouforgivemeokaygoodsolet'sgotoclass?" I said in one breath.

"Okay," she said, simply. That's all? "Let's head in then."

ALISON'S P.O.V.

I was PRETTY pissed that John lied to me, but a part of me was SUPER excited. Why? Because he's in choir. Any guy who's in choir, is definitely 10 times hotter.

"So what part do you sing?" I asked him, eager to find out. If he was a tenor, I'm just going to have to have his children, because most of the time, tenors are hot. No joke.

"I'm a tenor two. And what about you?" OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG HE'S A TENOR FANGIRL SCREAM AHHHH!

"Well, I'm a mezzo-soprano. I can sing Soprano one to alto two, which is the whole girl range, haha!" I confess.

"Impressive, Ally!" He just called me Ally. We're on a nick-name basis!

"Well, you know, not to brag or anything, Dave," Okay, cut me some slack. All you can get out of John is Joe, so no. Yay for middle names.

He laughed, and smiled and he opened the door for me as the bell rang.

We snuck into two seats placed next to each other as we quietly entered class.