The Drum Major and the Clarinet

The Beginning of Band Camp

I put my hair in a pony tail, brushing my brown hair back in the hair band. It has been a month or two since I last had to go to the school. More importantly, two months since I've seen Alex. I guess it passed by faster than I thought. Two months wasn't long enough. 'Can I have more time?' I asked myself in my head.

I grabbed my instrument out of my room, and a bottle of water. I walked out of my house and sat in my car. 'Please get stopped by every stop light.' I said to myself in my head. 'I couldn't care less if I'm late.

I looked down at the clock on the dash. 7:25 am. I still had 35 minutes. I sighed, and slouched over in the seat. I sat at the stop light watching all the cars go by. I looked over at my clarinet, snug in its case.

"I really need a new one, or to at least get this one repadded, or something." I said to myself.

The light finally turned green; leaving me wishing that it had staied red. I parked in the parking lot of the band wing. I grabbed my instrument from the passanger seat, and locked the car. I walked into the building noticing the BMW convertible parked next to the school.

I walked into the band room; thinking I was the only one there as well as the person that owns the convertible. I walked into the locker room finding Alex. I backed out of the room, hoping he didn't notice I walked in. Nope.

"Hey, Sarah." He smiled.

I gave him the death glare, clenching my clarinet. I could almost feel my hatred for him in the air. I took a step back, making my heel hit the door, making it close half way.

"Something wrong? You look almost afraid of me." Alex's smile disappeared and turned into a concerned face.

"As if I would be afraid of someone like you!" I snapped.

 Alex starred at me in shock for my sudden out burst. He blinked twice before walking over to me. He placed his hand on my head. I stood on shock then smacked him for even touching me.

"I hate it when people touch me!" I yelled.

"I've never met someone as jumpy as you." He said putting the flex of his finger to his chin.

"What do you want, a metal?" I asked waling past him to my locker.

I swiftly unlocked my locker, and put my instrument together. I put my arm to my side; holding my clarinet. I closed my locker, and felt my clarinet slip from my hand. I jerked myself around to see Alex pressing the keys down, and examining it.

"I hope you know, you need new padding on this." Alex continued to examine it.

"You think I don't know that?" I retorted.

"Your screws are a little loose too." Alex pointed to a few of the screws on the clarinet.

"Are you sure they're just not yours?" I smirked at my own comment.

Alex put a benign look on his face, starring intently at me. He chuckled slightly; making me look up at him.

"What's so funny?" I rudely asked, changing my smirk to a frown.

"You look better when you smile. You'll attract more boys that way. A permanent scowl will make them afraid of you." Alex smiled at me, as I glared at him.

"Good than the scowling is doing its job then." I looked up at him with a slight smirk.

Alex cocked his head in confusement. "What?"

"Exactly. I wouldn't expect you to understand, I wouldn't expect anyone to understand." I took my clarinet back from him, and walked away from him.