It turns out I was on the wrong side of the school. I was in the West Wing when I was supposed to be in the East Wing.
So Aiden and I walked all the way across campus to room 101. I was curious as to why he was on the other side when we had the same class but I didn't bother to ask.
In my defense it was my first day. See, I'm coming to this school as a sophmore so all my classmates have already been here a year and they probably all know each other and ugh I just hope I don't mess this up.
At this point is was obvious I was late it was already halfway through the period.
My first period is Music Theory with Mr. Payton. I walked in the classroom with Aiden to which I was generously greeted by the teacher. Note the sarcasm.
"I'm sorry. I'm late. I got lost and then I ran int.." I said before I was rudely interrupted by the teacher.
"I do not need you're excuses you can take a seat next to Connor. Connor raise your hand." Connor was sitting in the back of the classroom he lazily raised his hand and I quietly went to my seat. Connor had dark brown almost black shaggy hair and cocoa brown eyes. "Aiden I expect more from you don't be late again."
"Yes Sir." Aiden said before he took a seat in the front next to some guy who I don't know. It seemed like they already knew each other.
My thoughts were interrupted as Connor started talking to me.
"Hi," he smirked.
"Hi. Did you need something because I already missed half of this class and I'd like to focus on Music Theory."
"Oh you didn't miss anything."
Just ignore him may be he will stop.
"The silent treatment really?" I could feel his eyes on me. Just focus Annabelle. Focus. Focus. Focus.
That was when the poking came. Poke. Poke. Poke
"Come on. At least tell me your name."
"Annabelle." Look Connor can you not.
"Annabelle. I like it." Shut up Connor can't he see I'm trying to focus. Like that would stop him. "So, you're new here right?"
"Yes."
"Do you like it here?"
"I don't know."
"Do you sing good?"
"Well."
"What?"
"You said, 'Do you sing good?' the correct way would be 'Do you sing well?'"
"Oh so you're smart too." Connor crossed his arms and laid back in his chair.
"Can you please stop talking?"
"I don't think I can. I don't think it is physically possible."
Okay if he's not going to stop talking to me I will stop talking to him.
"Okay you can't just not talk to me." Connor said I can feel his eyes on me. He's so annoying.
"Yes I can."
"But, you just talked to me." Crap he's right.
*Ring*
"So what's your next period?" Connor questioned. I looked around for Aiden but he left with the guy he was sitting next to. It looked like he was having an important conversation. Oh well, may be i can meet with him later.
"I have Chemistry. Room 410." Why did I just tell him I could've found it myself. Oh, who am I kidding I would've gotten lost again.
"Well, so does my friend Luke. I bet he can take you." Connor smiled as we walked down the hall to this tall blond boy with green eyes. He was probably 12 ft. tall. Okay I'm exaggerating but little 5 ft. 2 me he's like 6 ft. tall and that's really tall. "Luke this is Annabelle. Annabelle this is Luke."

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A Cappella Academy {IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING}
Teen FictionAnnabelle Walker starting her first year at the prestigious A Cappella Academy. A singing school for those musically gifted. Only one small tiny problem Annabelle has stage freight. She loves music she always have and always will. Music runs through...