The Heteros

Two

(Layna's pov)

As I made my way into Music Class, endless babbles about the stupid Homecoming dance in two weeks. I just pretended I didn't hear people's conversations as I sat down in the roaring room of gay teens.

This room was usually loud and annoying. Filled with mainstream teenagers who sadly couldn't care less about the art of real music that wasn't about stalking boys or twerking asses. Meanwhile, I was the odd ball who actually gave a fuck. The basic meaning of my existence were bands and music, it'd be just lovely for me to one day find someone in this class who actually appreciates good music.

"Okay class settle down," Ms.Houston called out as the bell rang. The class of course didn't shut up because they're arrogant teenagers.

Ms.Houston was a carefree lover of all music and in her mid to late twenties. She would usually come in with Pink Floyd and Nirvana tee shirts under her flannels she disguised as dress shirts daily. Honestly, she's the coolest teacher ever. She is incredibly fun and on top of that has red and pink ombré in her hair. So due to the fact that Ms.Houston was the literal coolest teacher ever, the room eventually realized the respect they must give her.

"Uhm..." I heard mumbling come from the doorway. Me being the only one due to my seat being exactly next to the door.

This boy was pretty tall but had very slouched posture. His hair was bleach blonde and messier than my life. He wore a black and green flannel and ripped black jeans. And I believe I saw a few small tattoos on his pale skin. I'm not going to lie, he's definitely not an eye sore. He actually is quite fascinating to look at.

"Ms.Houston, someone's here," I pointed out.

"Oh hi," The young teacher smiled.

"Hi... Uh is this..." He looked at his piece of paper he had in his hand, "Ms.Houston's class?"

"Yes, are you Michael?" She asked. He just did a small awkward nod realizing the whole room is now staring at him, and judging. "Well then welcome! You can sit anywhere for today, we didn't start the lesson yet," Ms.Houston smiled.

He awkwardly looked around the room, making intense and awkward eye contact with some people by accident, then sat two seats behind me.

"Are you an emo?" Some girl, Nevaeh, yelled across the room at him.

"No," he spat, with a sudden spark of confidence, shooting her a confused look.

"Oh," she shrugged, merging back into her line of gossip with her girlfriend.

"I'm punk rock," He mumbled to himself, probably not realizing I'd hear. I just laughed to myself, pretending I didn't hear.

"Anyway class are we ready for today's lesson?" Ms.Houston asked. And for the first time I ignored her, turning around to catch a glimpse of Michael.

But I once I turned around, I saw his eyes land on me. Which is a natural reaction to someone looking at you. So I pretended as to be looking for something, dropping myself to the floor.

"Where'd my pencil go?"

"It's on your desk," He said to me, holding back a chuckle. "Good cover up."

"Thanks," I hung my head down embarrassed, getting back into my desk. Sure if it was any other guy they would've just assumed I was sleepy for acting so awkward. But who know what kind of straight community this guy might come from? I could be seen as checking him out to him, which I definitely wasn't doing.

I went to turn around again, to confront him about me not checking him out. But he was absolutely fixed on the board. He rushed writing notes, and he had this type of fire and passion now in his eyes.

I glanced at the board seeing we were learning guitar chords this week. So I assume he plays guitar? Or wants or play guitar? That or he's just a weirdo turned on my guitars I don't know.

What I do know is, I've always wanted to play guitar, and I've always failed awfully at it. So I gotta get my head outta the clouds and actually pay attention.

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"And after that I gave birth to an elephant, and we named him Charles," Sky explained.

"Uh huh.." I nodded. 

I honestly didn't give much attention to what she was saying. I was more focused on Michael. He was sitting all alone with earbuds in his ears and air-guitaring before once in a while writing stuff down on a notepad.

"But how can someone not like ketchup? It's my favorite condom ever," Sky babbled on.

"Cool," I shrugged.

"Just go talk to him already!" She yelled before slapping my arm.

"What?" I snapped out of it. "Who?"

"Please Layna, you think I don't notice you staring at the new kid," she crossed her arms. "I've been saying random crap for ten minutes waiting for some kind of proof you're alive."

"Oh," I looked away embarrassed.

"Just talk to him!" Sky pushed.

"No, he already probably thinks I'm straight from the fact he caught me staring at him in music class."

"But you are!"

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You are straight Layna. I know you better than anyone, don't play dumb," Sky smirked.

"No, I'm not!" I defended. "Okay fine I am... Wait! No I'm not! I don't know Sky, I've been questioning since the fifth grade, you know that. Yet... I still have no idea."

"Then you should experiment!"

"That seems wrong," I shrugged. "To use someone to let yourself know your sexuality. Shouldn't you just... Know?"

"How would I know anything about that?" Sky shrugged. "At least talk to him though."

"Fine," I sighed, standing up, just as the bell rang. "Maybe tomorrow." Sky just shot me an annoyed look, knowing I won't do it.