White Lies and Music Notes

Chapter Eight

Walking out of French, I felt really uneasy. It felt as though I was being watched. It was weird. It was like I was under surveilance by some camera. I looked from left to right. Nope. Deffinitely no camera. I turned around, to see Matt not even a meter away from me. For a moment I just looked him in the eye. And he just looked back at me. His face was expressionless. And I tryed to make mine look so, too.

"Hi. Are you not the new girl, Leah?" he asked me, my head still turned round while I walked.

And then all I could think was HOT.

And all I could hear was my name.

And then all I could feel was the ground.

And yet, all I could see, was his face.

"LEAH WITHINGTON! WHEN YOU WALK YOU WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!" It was the professor from earlier that morning. He was holding a cup as far away from his body as he could reach. I quickly stood up from the ground and brushed myself down, only then realising that I was covered in his hot coffee. I looked around realising that a small crowd had gathered. This was becoming more embarasing by the second.

"I'm very sorry, Professor." I said, mimicking Melanie's words from this morning. "I promise you, this will never happen again."

"Well," he mumbled, "It better not." and with that, he just walked away, leaving me still dripping wet with his coffee. I looked up to the crowd and saw Melanie. And then I just started laughing, like I did that very morning. And then Melanie started too, and soon, everyone was laughing. And I realised: They're not laughing at me. For once, they're laughing WITH me.

Melanie shoved through the crowd and grabbed my arm, pushing me down the corridor.

"Taylor?" she shouted. "Tell Mrs Hogart, we're just coming, and that Leah just needs to go and get changed!"

My whole year must have heard, but, strangely, I didn't feel embarrassed at all. In fact, I thought the whole situation was extremely hilarious.

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After changing into another set of jeans and a different top, and putting my coffee-covered clothes in the washing room so they would be washed by tomorrow, Melanie and I ran to our next class - Physics - which we were already 20 minutes late for (I had found out earlier that Melanie was taking all the sciences as well as me).

"Don't worry. Mrs Hogart is really nice. If Taylor explained the whole situation to her I'm sure she'll understand."

We stumbled into the classroom, completely out of breath, after walking up three flights of stairs. Mrs Hogart seemed pretty nice and didn't so much as give us an annoyed look when we came in.

"I'm afraid the two seats here, at the front, are the only ones available for you both." she smiled as we moved to the front of the class and took our seats.

While she started rambling on about some experiment we could do at home, I took the chance to thank Melanie.

"Thanks. You know, for giving me a hand back there. I know you could've easily just have left me standing and saved yourself this embarrassment." I pointed to where she was sitting. I knew sitting at the front was the biggest deal ever at my old school. I figured, it was the same here.

"Na, it's not a problem. Anyway, sitting here isn't all that bad, it means she blames all the noise on the back row, even if it was us."

As if to prove Melanie's point, Mrs Hogart said in a loud and clear voice:

"Whoever that was talking back there, would you please stop chatting, and pay attention in my lesson."

I looked at Melanie and raised an eyebrow. She just grinned.

"Oh yeah, I meant to ask you earlier, who's Taylor?"

"Oh yeah! Of course, you haven't met her yet. She's our roomy. She and Roxanne are, like, inseparable. They're both with us in our room. Neither of them ride, though."

"Ah." I said. "And is there anything I should know about Matt?"

"Matt?" Melanie looked up at me and I nodded vaguely in his direction. He was also in this class. "Oh right. Matt. As in Matt, Matt." I gave her a questioning glance. "Undoubtedly the hottest guy at the school. But you won't find a player quite as bad as him."

"Oh..." I said, trying not to look disappointed. Yeah, I had a crush on him. Like the other 200 girls at this school. Ugh. I couldn't let that get to me. For all I knew, maybe someone else might catch my eye.