FRIENDS

KHARI

     I still wanted to get to the bottom of Cece and Mr. Breuer but I wasn't talking to Mr. B right now and I damn sure don't like Cece but for now I just gotta pretend it hadn't happened. Mr. B and I were getting better with our conversations I won't lie. But for the most part it was just about the work, while he subtly makes passes at me.
      I was in my fourth period class before I was called down to the art room. I just assumed it was for BSTA. I opened the door to see Mrs. Linares and a guy she was talking to. They chatted until I walked up to the desk. "And here he is Jordan." She waved to me. I looked at who she was talking to he was about a few inches taller than me and he wasn't to bad on the eyes either👌. He held out his hand. "Nice to meet you Khari I'm Jordan."

    I shook his hand. "Are you new?"

     "No you see Jordan is from BSTA, remember he's here to show you around the school." Mrs. Linares piped in. "Now if you'll excuse me I've gotta go but you two get acquainted." She collected her stuff and left.

     "So how long have you been going to BSTA?"

     He gave me a blank look. "Oh."

     "Oh? What's oh?"

     "You actually want to talk about the school." He said.

     "And what did you expect us to be talkin about?"

     "Anything other than school."

     "Ok... but your here to give me a tour of BSTA, how're we not supposed to talk about it."

     "We could just not go..."

     "But if I'm being sent to a school where I'd LIVE, I wanna see it." I folded my arms.

      He sighed. "I understand but I've got the school car." He held up the keys. "And I intend on getting in some trouble with it."

     "Trouble? How did someone like you get into such a prestigious school?"

     "If you seen me play the keys you'd be less surprised."

     I sighed. "Ok but, why do something stupid, when you've been given a chance of a lifetime."

     He laughed under his breath. "Chance of a lifetime. I spent my entire high school years perfecting my skills because BSTA only excepts ten prodigies per instrument, per dancer, per singer, and per artist." I opened my mouth to reply but he cut me off. "But what they don't tell you is what it took for us to get in. I've played for tons of people, I've had to worship pure strangers, oh and for what? Its my senior year and I'm still a failed pianist." It was quiet for a while.

      "So you're saying rebel now because you missed your chance to then." I realized.

     "Yup." He waved the keys at me. "There's a seat for you too."

     BSTA sounded so good until now, it's like watching my dream school burning to ash. If the person whose supposed to tour me around the school has nothing good to say about it, what does that say for the school. But I wanted this so bad, I imagined my artwork up in a big gallery. People stopping to just admire what I created, then I imagined being cramped in a desk with my hand cramping up to 'perfect my skill' at BSTA.

     "Hello? You in or not?"

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     We got into the BSTA vehicle that sat in the school parking lot. "Ok so what'd you have in mind." I asked as we pulled out of the lot. He gave me a quick mischievous look.

     "Well there's this guy I kinda wanna get back at for something." He smirked.

     "Oh ok well what'd he do." We stopped at a light.