Miserably Delightful

chapter 4

 Lunch was not only entertaining, but also distracting. As I interacted with each of the boys and listened to their banter, my nerves faded. No one mentioned my mini meltdown in study hall either, which I was grateful for. I had known the boys for less than a day and I wasn't quite ready to explain how messed up I was yet. I didn't think I would ever be ready if I was being honest with myself.

"Damn," Silas said on our walk to Biology. He was looking over my schedule while also leading the way. While he was otherwise occupied, I admired his looks; he really was handsome, but all of the guys were. "You're really smart. You might give Kota a run for his money."

I snorted and shook my head, snatching my schedule away from him, giving him a knowing look. "Doubtful. Kota seems rather intelligent, and I'm just average."

Silas raised his eyebrows at me, as if preparing to fight me on my view of myself, but I held a hand up to silence him. I wasn't in the mood to hear bullshit about how I was better than I thought, especially not when I heard it from my brothers almost 24/7, especially when it was all a lie. Lucky for me, we had arrived at our classroom, rescuing me from whatever charming speech he was about to make about my character.

He sat behind me in class, and I spent most of the class period knocking my feet against his' playfully. We took turns practically holding each other's feet, and while it was fun, it also had me blushing. If anyone happened to decide to pay attention to us then they would probably think that we were playing a game of footsies. We weren't though; playing with our feet together was somehow just more entertaining than listening to the teacher drone on about shit I had already learnt.

Silas insisted on walking me to my next class, even though I insisted that chivalry was dead and there was no need for him to try to revive it. He had laughed at that joke then scooped my books up from my arms and lead me to the music room where I would have my piano lesson. The walk was quiet, but I enjoyed it. There didn't have to be conversation for me to enjoy Silas' company, and it seemed that he shared the sentiment since he didn't try to talk the entire walk.

When we arrived at the music room, he refused to hand me my books back until I gave him my number. I didn't bother telling him that I didn't have a phone at the moment, certain that I would more than likely purchase a new one on the drive home. After I had entered my number into his contacts, we made a trade off: his phone for my books.

"Bye, Aggele, have a good rest of your day!" he called to me over his shoulder. His voice was loud enough to draw several people's attention, and a blush spread across my cheeks as I waved to him. Eager to get away from the prying looks, I slid inside the music room, momentarily forgetting that there would be a teacher there in all of my embarrassment.

"Are you alright, Miss Sorenson?"

I squealed in surprise, jumping, my books crashing to the ground. My green eyes met steel grey ones, and my heart stopped for an entire moment. The man standing before me could only be described as utter perfection. His light brown hair was combed back from his face, steel eyes watching me from behind his black rimmed glasses that were similar to Kota's. He wore a grey suit complete with a maroon tie that laid against his body just right.

After studying him for a good few minutes I remembered that he had asked me a question, and the blush on my cheeks intensified. "Oh, um, yes, sir. I'm just fine. And you may call me Sang, you don't have to call me Miss Sorenson."

Amusement danced in his eyes.

"I'm quite glad to hear that you're alright," he said and I kneeled on the floor to pick up my books but also to avoid eye contact, feeling unnerved by those grey eyes. "I'm Mr. Blackbourne, your piano teacher. You've been made aware these are private lessons, yes?"