Scribbles (A Niall Horan fan fiction)

4) September 6: Granny Panties and The Favor

September 6, 2011

            So it turns out I might not be such a lost cause in French after all.  I finished all of my French homework last night because I was determined to get it right.  And I was definitely trying to get it right to broaden my horizons and definitely not to impress some adorable Irish boy. Absolutely not.  Plus Chase was home and he seemed only too willing to help me.  I even managed a basic, “Hi, how are you?” type of conversation with him by the end of the night.  And we conversed only in French at breakfast this morning. He has his moments, I’ll give him that.

            Maybe I can introduce Chase to Madame Lier.  Chase is having way more luck getting on people’s good side here.  Maybe he can charm her with his randomly perfect French and she’ll like me by association.  Yes.  Good plan.

            Anyway, I had to have a talk with my German teacher and he told me he could help me.  At first he said we could work after school but I had to tell him I already was being tutored at that time.  So now he’s tutoring me at lunch.  At this rate I really should just kiss any chance at a social life goodbye.  Anyway, I’ll talk more about the German lesson later.

            Math was boring.

            I walked into Music Theory with zero expectations.  Well, okay, I may have been daydreaming about this moment ever since Niall was made my partner in French.  I might have imagined me walking into the room and Niall pointing me out to all of his friends and then calling me over.  I would sit with the Foxy Five and we would talk and I would be so funny and we would all just laugh.  And all the other girls in class would look at me enviously.

            I knew that was never going to happen, but I did kind of, sort of expect Niall to at least smile at me.  Or at least show some sign that we actually kind of knew each other.  But when I walked into the room he was huddled together with Sexier Biebs.  I did get a curious look from his other friends, though, so maybe not all is lost.

            I took my seat front and center and waited. 

            Mr. Sharp came out of his small office and welcomed us to another fun day of Music Theory.  He went to the white board and wrote down four words: Key, time signature, measure, and scale.  I knew what all of those things were, but it was still interesting hearing them being taught in a British accent.  Plus, Mr. Sharp has a way of making everything seem new and exciting.

            “Now just to see where everyone is, who in here knows how to sing a scale insolfège?” he asked.

            I raised my hand confidently but faltered when I saw only a couple other people with their hand in their air.  I was quick to observe the Foxy Five were raising their hand.

            “Excellent!  Why don’t you demonstrate!” Mr. Sharp said enthusiastically.  I turned back to him and nearly choked on my spit when I saw he was looking right at me.  Why—why—did I ever think it was a good idea to sit front and center?!  I mean, I know I said earlier that I’m confident in music—and I am!—but I was not expecting to be put on the spot like that.

            “Uh, yeah, okay, sure,” I rambled. 

            “Why don’t you stand up.”

            Yeah, why don’t I do that, I thought bitterly.

            “Any, uh, key?” I asked nervously.

            “Whatever your little heart desires,” he allowed with a wide grin. 

            I stood up straight like my choir director taught me and prepared myself.