Five Foot Four ((Zach Abels Fanfic))

Chapter Twenty-One

    Isaac had told me a lot about himself and his music. He went on about how he dreamt of being a composer and how he wanted to make scores for movies.. He even said that he did a bit of singing, so that would always be an option too. He told me about his experiences in the business and it was amazing that he'd already been such a success, but it kind of made me overthink about myself and my career. I had nothing that I wanted to do and nothing that I'd already done that was impressive. I'd never felt like that much of a dead weight on an endless path more in my life. 

    He told me about the exchange class and how his class had swapped with the class at this college so they could get used to 'changing' or some shit like that. He mentioned that some of the students got sent off to different countries to study there instead and that he had always wanted to go somewhere new but never had the guts. 

    "Where would you want to go?" I asked him, curiously.

    "I don't know." He shrugged, "Somewhere full of inspiration."

    "Yeah.." I held onto the 'h' as I faded out.

    "What about you? Would you rather stay in England or..."

    Easy.

    "I wouldn't stay here." I said.

    We carried the folders down the hall and when we reached the door, there was a sign on it. It read that our class had moved and now we were all in a room in the music block. I vaguely remember Sid saying something about that yesterday but I guess it must of slipped my mind.

    "Huh." I said. "To the music block then."

    He nodded his head and started walking with me in a new direction.

    I picked up my pace and he just took longer strides. I didn't really want to talk anymore. I didn't want him to talk about the exchange thing again because it would distance me from my hopes... To know that it was that simple for him to just up and leave made me feel so down. I knew that it would never be that easy for me to do, and to know that he hadn't taken the opportunity yet made me sort of angry... 

    The door swung open, revealing the whole of my class and what looked like another class jumbled in as well.

    "This was the room I was supposed to be in." Isaac quietly said to me.

    "Nice of you to join us," Sid spoke and started flapping his hands as if he was gesturing for us to come into the class. "take a seat."

    I spotted Luce and scurried over to her, dropping the folders on a table before sitting on the spare seat next to her.

    "Where were you?" She whispered to me and then looked across to Isaac, who had put the folders on the same table and sat next to someone from his class.

    I ignored Luce and listened to the task.

    "Okay, so to answer most of your questions, this isn't a mix up." Kassie said, smiling at every single person individually. "Sid and I came up with this idea of experimenting with the music students. It just so happens to be the day with our exchange class but that shouldn't matter! Anyway, the short project includes partners."

    Luce and me looked at each other.

    "One of our art students and one of the music students." Sid interjected. 

    "Yes," Kassie nodded, "we will choose your partners and you will all split up and go to your assigned rooms to start this task..." 

    "Which is?" A student asked.

    "Music should reflect on emotions and without emotion it is nothing but notes on a page." The music tutor said, "Kassie thought that it would be good practise for everyone in music to play something that reflects on how you've felt before.. It can be based on something you've felt in the past or something you've felt recently... Any sort of emotion can be a piece of music."

    "And my students should use their techniques to draw, paint, sculpt or whatever you want, to display the emotion that you're hearing." Kassie said.

    My phone started to buzz in my pocket and I slyly pulled it out. 

    It was Dev. 

    I held my phone out enough for Lucy she see.

    "What are you going to do?" She whispered.

    "I'll have to call back later." I said, quietly, shrugging my shoulders.

    Sudden worry shot through my body like electricity and put me on edge. Why would Devon call me? I wanted it to be Zach. I wanted, more than anything, for Zach to talk me and just be there... I wanted him to tell me that he missed me and all that other stuff you fantasise about, but it felt as if we had a platonic relationship. If he felt anything about me then, it was probably down to the adrenaline or something... It wouldn't be real, but I still wanted to talk to him. 

    There was a chance it would be him but I couldn't be one hundred percent sure and I didn't want to put my hopes up incase it wasn't.

    Zach said he would come to see me and somehow that felt like a lie. It felt like I'd made it up in my head and he didn't actually say that... In fact, it felt as if I'd made up the whole thing and I was slowly going insane. 

    I glanced at my phone again to see the notification of a missed call and I felt a little bit less crazy.