The Sound Of Silent Birds

Chapter Three

A tall, dark haired, blue eyed boy walks into the room unannounced, claiming the attention of every girl around the room. He was new, it was clear by the way he held a map in his hand , and he looked... nice. With shoulder length black hair, shaved on one side, and several piercings littering his lips, nose and ears, he wore a Alcaline Trio tee, ripped skinny jeans and a pair of perfect studded combat boots that let out a low rattle as he walked.
The jaws of every female hung open and the males around the room exchanged glances. The hormone levels around the class could almost drown a person, and the air in my lungs felt increasingly low. Mrs. Fate lent back in her chair, eyes blinking madly and although only 26 she looked as if she had never seen a teenage boy before in her life.
He coughed slightly under the weight of the stares of our entire form, a low and heavy sound that pulled me back off the edge of asphyxiation, allowing my body to shake back into reality. 
Gosh.
He sauntered over to the seat next to me, pulling it back and planting himself into the hard plastic framework. He flicked his hair off his shoulder and pulled out what appeared to be a notepad, scribbling down a few words before turning his attention back to me.

"Hey, you got a pen? It appears that mine broke," he chuckled at my blushing face, his voice was extremely deep and his blue eyes unwavering. I felt my cheeks burn scarlet as I went to find a pen in the small broken pencil case I had since the age of 12.

"Yeah, sorry here," I handed him the slim blue bald point pen, shivering as our hands touched slightly, I looked down again, willing my cheeks to return to their normal colour, "I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this."

"Nah," he smiled looking back to the front of the class, as the teacher stood, "you're cute." With that, I thought I might die. Hit the floor, roll over and die, right their on the classroom floor, in front of a boy who just called me 'cute'.

"Thanks," I murmured, looking forward at the teacher who slowly rose, still slightly distracted by the mysterious new boy sat beside me. However, it was almost impossible to hear or concentrate on anything that left her lips.

"Okay class, welcome to another year," she began, dragging her eyes across the room of already tired teens, a slightly desperate expression spreading itself slowly over her pretty features. I pitied her, unlike  most teacher, she tried. It wasn't her fault no one listened, it wasn't her fault the group were like that, it wasn't her fault that they didn't care. They usually didn't. Still, she continued, pressing on through the groans, "so um, for the sake of new pupils and common interest, going down the line, please stand, say your name and one thing you did this summer. Alright, go."

I wasn't listening, I'm not sure how many were to be honest, as one at a time students rose and fell, murmuring an uninteresting load of information we didn't really want to say, however, as it came to me, I took pity on my young teacher and stood.

"Hi, I'm Juliet," to my surprise, a few looked shocked, almost as if they'd never seen me before. As I said, I'm not the most popular. "And this summer I followed and preformed once or twice at the Warped Tour, with my brother in between shows." With that I nodded and sat, as I expected Miss Faith was thrilled whereas my class mates could not care less, all except for the new guy, who in fact smiled. A genuine, interested smile.

"Hi, my names Andy," he smirked, standing slowly. A clear look of surprise flew across the room as the class took in his low voice, he could not have been anymore than 18 and already he sounded lower than any male I had ever met. He continued, clearly amused by the reaction, "and this summer my band got signed."  It was obvious that the entire form was taken aback, does he mean- like- a record deal? Before he could sit Miss Faith turned her full attention back to him.

"Do you mean as in a record?" She asked, trying terribly hard to keep her voice level.

"Yes, it's currently all talk," he added, regaining his seat and slouching into it, "but once we graduate, we should be on track to kick start... something or another." He hedged his word carefully, looking around, slightly weirded out, at the eyes that stared at him left right and centre. I mean, he couldn't blame us, how often do you get a rocking rock star, at the age of 18, as a pier? NEVER.

"Well, that's quite impressive. I hope to hear some good things from you. Next!" The next few people rose awkwardly, shyly expelling little loads of forced information. The attention of the entire class split and wavering, no one quite matching the bombshell that sat next to me fiddling with the pen in his hand and scribbling what I assumed to be lyrics on his notepad. It came to my attention that he never mentioned what part he played in the band, maybe guitar? Yeah, he could rock a guitar. However, I had no actual proof it was a rock band apart from his appearance, and who was I to judge.

 I tried not to think about it as the day went on. If he wasn't in my lesson, someone was talking about him. If he was in my lesson, everyone was too busy looking at him and gossiping for me to think straight. Time ticked on at an excruciating rate, crawling its way through English, dragging on through French and tiptoeing ever closer to Lunch. All I wanted was to escape, fly the coop and nest some place far away, on the shores of a beach somewhere south of delusion. Only two hours into my first day of school and already my mind was mapping the most efficient route out. Not. Good.

It was  as the bell chimed for Lunch and my seat was taken from under me, throwing me forward into my desk, did I hear the all too familiar words. "Get out my way freak!" Scout, the class princess, snapped as I brushed the hair from my face. I could fight, I knew that. It would be easy to turn and punch till the lights went out in the air brain's circuit, but then I would have to do the same to Pretty Girl Extra #1 and her friend, Slightly More Pretty Girl Extra #2. I'd get suspended, again, and my mum would kill me. It wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it. So I brushed off my shoulders and stood to let her through, and so she did, smirk and all. Skipping to the door, friends in toe, until a tall leather clad figure stopped her in her tracks.

"Now, now girls," he smiled, "that wasn't nice."