The Pianist Septiplier

The Beginning

Jack P.O.V

The usual. I go to class, lunch, back to class, and band for my last period. I walk in the band room. The first one there as usual. I'm even more early than the teacher. But hey more time for me to practice I guess.

I go to my piano. Grab my favorite song, part of me, and start playing. I end up clossing my eyes and singing to the song.

I had fifteen minutes till the class actually started. So I knew no one would come in or atleast I thought. I loved the song but I had to stop because of the feeling I felt of someone...... watching me. I turn around and see a large guy. He had red hair like hot lava and his muscles were showing through his short sleeved shirt. He had glasses and a beautiful smile on his face.

He spoke "Wow, that was good. Had so much love and feeling into it." I blush a bit. Gosh, why do I have to blush everytime a hot guy says something nice to me. I caught my self staring at him so I had to say something. "Y-yeah I guess. It is a g- good song." I was stuttering like crazy. I could tell he was noticing. "You know you look really cute when you blush." I was blushing like crazy now. Did he just call me cute? Is he gay? Or bisexual? Or anything. Or was he just being a nice guy. "T- t- thanks......" I was looking away and trying to get all my papers together before class. Before he could say anything else the bell rung for the last period of the day. My band room was filling and he left giving me a warm smile. Time for class......