Pencils And Music Notes (GirlxGirl) (StudentxTeacher)

Chapter 4

I went through the day of school wishing that school hadn't started already, but there was nothing that I could do about it. The only slightly good thing at that moment was that I was walking to band with Chelsea on my arm.

"You excited for band baby?" she asked bubbly.

"You know it. It's my favorite. We're not playing today though." I groaned. 

"Why?" she questioned. I hated answering this question.

"We never play the first day. The first day is to find out what the freshman play and get everyone settled in. That's always how it's been. It usually is like this for the first week of school, as I've explained previously." I rolled my eyes, kind of annoyed at Chelsea's presence. "Look, I just got to get to class. Give me a kiss so we can go our separate ways and so you're not late. Like always." I whispered the last part so she wouldn't become a handful. She didn't hear, so she obliged to what I said with a grin on her face and kissed my lips softly before speeding away. 

I walked into the band room to see many familiar faces and some new faces. I took a breath in and smiled at the familiar smell. Dust. The school claimed they care about the arts, like Ms. Zaynon told me earlier, but that's not the truth. The only way they "cared" about the arts was the fact to become a visual or preforming arts teacher, you needed to audition for the part. The room a stood in hadn't been cleaned by a janitor in probably a year, which gives the explanation to why I was inhaling dust. 

"Well, well, well, look who decided to finally show up in my class." Ms. Zaynon smirked at me. Whoa, was that a smirk? It looked, well, attractive. 

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered like an idiot. Her beauty was at full capacity. It was hard to contain my idiotic shows of stuttering and becoming flustered. "Were you waiting for me?" I chuckled.

"Well, of course not. I was just waiting to see if you belonged in the room of the band this morning." she rolled her eyes. "Of course I waited. You were the one who made me feel the most welcome here." 

I smiled at the thought of me making Ms. Zaynon feel comfortable around me.

"Hey, Ms. Zaynon, what instrument is your favorite to play? What do you own?" I asked, hoping to get private lessons from her, if she didn't mind.

"Trumpet. It was my first instrument, so it will always have a near and dear place to my heart. Though, I do tend to play all the ones in the band." she bragged unintentionally. 

"You play the trumpet well? Do you think I could get some private lessons? I'm trying to improve my playing and if you could help with that I'd be truly grateful. I'd pay you even." I offered.

"There's no need for money. I love teaching kids one on one. We can start today after school if you'd want to," she laughed a bit.

"I'd love to." I smiled.

The rest of class went by slow and I played on my phone, talked to Ms. Zaynon, and just relaxed for the first time today. Band was a family, and that wouldn't change. Band has always been my family. I could be myself around them without worrying about getting judged. They understood me like no others have ever understood me. I was never the most popular, and I was never really liked. But, I always accepted with open arms when it came to marching band. 

The bell rang slowly, indicating the end of the class period, and the end of school. Just as I was about to stand up I heard Ms. Zaynon scoff behind me. "Forgetting something?" she wiggled in her chair. God, she shouldn't have done that. Not only did I may have a slight tiny crush on my band director, but she looked incredibly sexy when she wiggled like that. 

"Of course not," I put a hand over my chest like I was offended about what she just accused me of. "I was just going to grab my trumpet from the locker room." 

With those words coming out of my mouth, something new had started. A bond between the band director and I. Something that I knew would change me forever. 

God, I thought, what have you gotten yourself into now.

A/N

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