Behind The Computer (Mindless Behavior Love story)

Chapter 7

"ave Mariiaaa" I sang as my voice echoed through the class, I looked around as everyone closed their eyes enjoying my voice. I hit the high note once again before finishing the song.

"Bravo Erica, you sounded beautiful" Mrs. Haynes my music teacher said as I took a seat in between Deborah and Miles.

"Alright, that ends our class. Once again Erica that was beautiful" she told the class. I smiled at the attention I was getting from her, I love it when she got all fuddle up when she hears soulful music.

The bell rang and I headed out of class , as I was leaving everyone complimented me and gave me a hug. This definitely made my day .

I walked over to my locker to get ready for home, I packed my iPod and some notes for school that I can take a look over on Sunday. I closed my locker when I saw miles face pop up, flinched back and I started to laugh.

"Sorry for scaring you" he said with his thick French accent.

"It's okay, Miles" i laughed

"Today in class you sounded amazing" he complimented me.

"Thank you, your turn on Tuesday are you nervous?" I asked

"No not really, but I hope I give a nice performance" he retorted.

"But hey, its all of our first performances. We never got to sing solos. What is your genre" I asked as I gaze into his dark brown eyes.

"I'm into the r&b sorta of thing, people say I sound like r-kelly" he replied causing me to laugh.

"What? I can sing Erica , you just never heard me" he laughed as he stuck out his tongue.

"I didn't say you can't sing, but to compare yourself to r-kelly its a must hear" I said and we cutely laughed

"Well, nice talking to you miles. But I have to go home. My friend coming over" I added

"Before you go take my number down so we can talk more" he said. I looked at him and smiled before taking out my binder and a pen

"Yeah, text me anytime" he added. He wrote down his number on a piece of paper and then he gave it to me.

"Thanks , I will sure text you" I said. Fuck that didn't even make sense but damn he was so fine , tall, slim, mocha and FRENCH damn. I leaned back on the locker thinking about miles as I turned around I saw myla resting on the locker staring at me with a look.

"What?" I asked as I push my hair behind my hair

"You and Miles Stanley? why would you talk to shemicka Step brother?" She said and gave me the look

"He started talking to me, I'm not going to be mean" I replied as we started to walk to the front .

"Well, stop! I'm not trying to fight another chick. If you ever fall for this guy" those words sunk in. I never really had a boyfriend before, I used to make them up to look cool. But in real life it never really happened to me, because of how ugly I was. Well I think I am. We jumped on the bus and headed over to my place we kept the conversation going about miles, but I still wanted to get to know him.

We arrived at my house and she put her bag in my closet and we rested on my bed.

"So are you going to text him?" She asked

"Well, I don't know.. Maybe" I softly answered

"Be careful about this, shemicka would have your head" myla said as she got off the bed and went on the laptop. I looked down at the iPod, I started a new message and began to text his number . I was going to risk it and text him.