Jaela walked into the high school, the first day of ninth grade. She looked around at the unfamiliar school, and sighed. A lot of kids were here since it was the first day and they didn't know where their lockers and classes were. She walked down the hallway, since luckily her first class was near the entrance. Waving at people she knew, many of them had changed over the summer, but she looked mostly the same. But since the high school didn't require uniforms she could now dress how she felt. She liked her friends from previous years, and was glad they attended the high school she went to, but she was really looking forward to meeting new people. Especially the boys.
She walked into the door of her first class, band, the hour didn't start until 8:20 and it was only 8:00, but she wasn't the only one in the room. There were a few astray students, spread throughout the classroom. She looked around. The band room was very much like the band room at the middle school but it was smaller, carpeted and had windows. She felt the wind blow and instantly wished she had brought her sweater along. She cursed herself and rubbed her bare arms.
"Hello. I'm Mr. Peterson. I'm your teacher grab your name tag?" The board said. Jaela already knew him for he also taught at the middle school, but the other kids, some of which he didn't know, would be coming soon, so she grabbed the name tag with her name.
Mr. Peterson was in the room, he was just in his office which had glass windows to see inside the office. He was on his computer he must've been grading things.
"How was your summer?" He asked making his way out from his office. Offering small talk so it wouldn't get awkward as she pressed the name tag on to her shirt.
"Oh it was great." She said. Looking up at Mr. Peterson. He nodded his head, and continued asking her questions. He was the type to never let a conversation go unless he had to.
Mr. Peterson was like the complete opposite of Jaela, physically. He was a tall, lean man, comparable to a string cheese. While Jaela was short, shorter than most girls her age, and thick in all the right places.
They sat in silence for a second before she spoke up.
"So where's my seat?" She says looking around so she'd understand when he directed her.
"Oh yeah, the first row" he pauses. "actually right here" he points to the seat right on the edge of the high woodwinds, since she played clarinet. The seat was next to his podium. "right in front of the class." She sits down placing her bag and organizing a stand. Once she gets the stand set up, Jaela hears Mr. Peterson getting the door.
"Hi Blaine." He says with a smile in his voice. They clearly knew each other in past years.
She looked up at the door as a boy, much shorter than the other man in the room, but taller than her, enters. He looked older, junior or maybe even possibly a senior. He walked in confidently. He looked good. With his short dirty blonde hair that was mostly covered by a beanie, besides the small quiff that stuck out, his gray v-neck which hugged his muscular body at every angle, Her eyes stopped wandering over his body when he came near her and smiled.
"Hey I'm Blaine." He said. "I play percussion, but for your class I'm a teacher aid." He sticks out his arm for Jaela to shake.
"I'm Jaela. I play clarinet." She said blushing as he stared into her eyes. After he realized that she was done speaking he took his hand back and smiled walking towards Mr. Peterson's office.
School hadn't even started yet, and she already met one cute guy. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and the warning bell rang. Kids started piling in.
Following the same routine she had. But none of them got to meet Blaine. He was talking to the teacher in his office, Jaela could see through the glass window.
"Hey Jaela" Alexa said entering the classroom. "What're you looking at?" Alexa followed Jaela's gaze to find her looking at a boy.
"Who's that?" Alexa said wiggling her eyebrows.
