loser - larry

6. read.

my next class was math. it was pretty easy, i blew through. it was mainly review considering it was the first day of school.

after that i had english, which is the easiest subject for me. it has always been easy, even as a kid i was always eager to read and literature has always fascinated me. as long as i can remember i've been obsessed with poetry.

and then there was drama. drama was always important to me, i've taken it every year besides freshman year when i took psychology. the next year i found myself in drama and i loved every second of it. acting has always been a priority since then.

i enter the auditorium and make my way to the stage, we always meet there, whether we're rehearsing or studying the history of a playwrite or a play itself, we do it on the stage. there aren't any desks so we usually just sit around with a few people we choose to work with and do our work. our teacher, mr. dunn, is amazing and somehow knows the perfect balance between letting us mess around freely and teaching us what we need and want to learn.

i approach mr. dunn and greet him sweetly. he's my favorite teacher by far and he knows it. i'm pretty sure that i'm his favorite student as well.

"tomlinson." he grins and wraps me in a tight hug. he's a tall man, ruggedly handsome, but old, and his hair shows it, he has grey, wavy hair. it looks nice on him, especially paired with his brown, round glasses and the scruff covering his chin.

"stewart." i smile into his neck and pat his back. we pull away at the same time.

"i've missed you're energy, bud. this summer has been utterly colorless." he says nicely.

"what about that book? my despair is as dull as a thousand dead christmas trees. it sounded damn good when you pitched it to me." i compliment. he had a thing for writing, and he was great at it. the poor man just got sidetracked with all of his ideas. it's like his brain moved too fast for his own good.

"oh, you know, the ladies were too distracting, always had one pulling on my collar and kissing me. should've seen all the nights i had to clean lipstick off my cheeks instead of sitting at my desk and hitting a literary breakthrough." he smiles teasingly.

"you old, lying bastard." i chuckle. he laughs, but before anything more can be said, students start filing in and our conversation is cut short.

i nod at him and dismiss myself to stand where everyone else is standing. i don't notice anyone i'm well acquainted with until my eyes spot curly hair and a white button up speaking to a girl named kendall about something.

there's no doubt in my mind who that is. of course he has to ruin my favorite class too. he seems to ruin everything, really.

he turns around and his eyes meet mine for a split second before i turn around and sigh. i'm ridiculously annoyed, which sucks because i had been looking forward to this class all year. in fact, i've been looking forward to this class since sophomore year. no other grades get to actually perform for an audience but the seniors. every year before this you have to do all the background work, which, don't get me wrong, is still awesome. i really enjoy all of that but just being there, in the spotlight, being given permission to let yourself go completely freely and allow your emotions to fly through the room and into everyone's hearts, getting that power to be vulnerable and get respect from it just amazes me.

"hello." mr. dunn smiles. "i'm glad some of you veterans decided to join my old ass once again."

the class chuckles. i glance at harry and he's smiling, leaning against a cart full of books. his legs are so long, at least they appear to be in those black jeans.