The Art Of Loving A Bad Boy

Chapter 4

Bruce was very nice, around man, but not a quiet man he was loud and made it his mission to tell me how glad he was that I finally decide to give it a shot at his school which made me feel worse about my decision to come. Everyone is putting me on their highest pedestal and I can't even manage to tell them that I can't play anymore, and I don't want to let everyone down.

I departed from Charlie and Anna, with a hug and Anna saying ''You've grown up so fast.'' Her dramatic side pulling through, and a strong embrace before heading to Artist as Citizen Project class, where the study of how the arts can foster meaningful connections, strengthen the community, and inspire social change which is what Bruce had refereed it too.

It was on the other side of the building, which required a ten-minute walk which I practically had to force Charlie and Anna to leave because they both wanted to see me off for my first "visited" class. But I wanted to selflessly wonder the halls and find the room myself, with ditching the tour Bruce asked to take me on, but I politely declined.

My heels clicked among the cement floor, as I stared down at the schedule Bruce handed me the number four hundred and twenty-four printed out boldly and looking at the rooms placed among the doors I was in the one hundred which made me feel hopeless, I've must have taken the wrong turn and then I being to panic.

Tears brim my eyes, as I stop in the middle of the hall not a person in sight, I'm terrified and lost. What made me think that I could do this on my own? What made me think I could do this when I can't even play the piano?

"Whoa, whoa, no crying in Julliard allowed," A voice high pitch enough to make me laugh, bending my head back with a cackle.

I turn to see the guy who managed to make me feel less terrible about my mini break down he must be around my age with unruly curly pitch black hair, that lies heavenly in front of his face but his thick black lashes surround his dark brown eyes and which squint up to show a quirky smile.

"Thanks," I mumble wiping the tears away, with a sarcastic tone and a slight smile.

"I'm Rayna," I say putting my hand up in a wave, "and I'm lost."

"Well hello, Rayna who's lost. I'm Blaze and well I can help Rayna who's lost what room?"

I fumble for the paper that I had hopelessly jammed into my pocket and showing Blaze the number which was on the form.

"Well Rayna who's lost, you're actually supposed to be in my class right now." Blaze shrugs his shoulder containing his backpack, he hands me back the sheet, "Follow me, we can be late together, won't get in trouble as much."

I smiled, nodding my head as he continued to ramble on about the teacher and how no one pays attention in the class, but I couldn't help but listen to the clicking of my heel against the floors and the structure of the building.

Admiring the physical structures of the school, I loved architecture and have always appreciated how much went into the design.

Blaze soon comes to a stop, looking at the door frame he gestures for me to enter first. But I refuse to shake my head, he smiles accepting my shyness and heads into class first, the teacher a fair blonde with blue eyes smiles.

"Blaze under the usual circumstance, I wouldn't permit you to be late but since you seem to bring our star student, Miss. Evans, I'll permit no punishment." The middle-aged women seamless at me motion her hands as if I was a kitten hiding underneath a couch.

I suck in my breath, remembering to be me for once not shy little Rayna, I enter the classroom which approximately has about fifteen students in it, standing around the piano. Eyes dawned upon me, the voices that were muttered turned to silence.

"Rayna, I'm Ms. Douglas." Ms. Douglas settles me down onto the chair, her blue beaded eyes glaring into the glimpse of my soul.

I gulp, loud enough that everyone heard it my heart then leaps into my throat basically causing me to gasp for air. "Hi, I'm Rayna Evans."

The class burst into laughter, of course, she knew who I was and so did the whole class. Blaze even gives himself a chuckle before noticing my eyes begging for help, "Hey," Blaze comes to the rescue, "Isn't Archer supposed to be here?"