Only for You (BxB)

It was 2:15 on a Friday. My favourite time of the week. I knew he was here because I could hear him, the strumming of his acoustic guitar, and his voice, oh god, his freaking voice. It was gorgeous.

I wish I could talk to him, I wanted to hear what his voice sounded like when he wasn't singing. I bet it was hot. I bet he was hot. I wish I knew.

The warm metal of the radiator pressed into my back as I waited outside my music room, wishing that whoever was being taught piano would hurry up and finish. To the room to my right I could hear that he'd changed songs. My heart fluttered as he began to sing again, each note felt like velvet against my ears. I sighed loudly, wishing that there was at least a window on the door to his music room, or at least our lesson times matched so I could see him go in and out.

But no. We had to be 15 minutes out of sync. Dammit.

I glanced up to see a young girl exiting my room clutching a green grade 1 music book in her hand. She smiled apologetically at me before walking swiftly past me and down the stairs. I scowled at her back as she left the corridor, before I pushed off the radiator and walked into my room.

I was greeted with another apology from her piano teacher as he gathered up his notebooks and sheets, his slightly pudgy cheeks reddening as he flustered himself. Once he was out of the room I shut the door behind him and locked it, exhaling with relief.

My eyes drifted over to the piano in the corner of the room, the black and white keys shining glossily as the light from the one window in the room hit them. I strolled over and sat down on the piano stool, placing my hands on the keys. I played a few cords before my fingers darted up the ivories making a quick scale.

After a while of messing around, my hand dove into my pocket and pulled out a sheet of music. I'd tried to write my own music for the first time after becoming tired of all the songs in the books. Before I started playing I glanced at my watch. 2:33pm. He'd be back in class by now. I turned back to the keys.

The song started off slowly, calmly, but then as it progressed, the rhythm changed and the notes became louder and more sudden, until finally they ended on a sad little scale going up the piano.

I was happy with the way it turned out, so I started packing up my stuff early, ignoring the fact that all i'd be going back to is Physics.

My watch alarm beeped signaling it had just turned quarter to as I stepped out of the music department, grateful for the cool afternoon air. An annoying piece of dyed dark blue hair blew across my face and into my eyes. I liked the colour of my hair, even though it wasn't really allowed to be dyed. I'd been warned that if I changed my hair to an unnatural colour again I would be suspended, and that the only reason I was off the hook now was because they couldn't afford to suspend someone with grades like mine.

I walked across the school grounds to the main building, biting my lip as I tried to remember if we'd had any work due in for today. It was stupid that I had to sit in the classroom for all of 15 minutes before I was aloud to go home, but, as I was told multiple times by my tutor, rules were rules.

The inside of the building was warm and quiet, apart from the faint sound of teachers in the rooms, explaining something to their classes. My eyes settled on the door at the end and I increased my pace, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear before I entered the room.

Mr. Curt looked at me briefly as I sat down, feeling awkward at all the eyes that were staring my way. After a minute or so, the class settled down, focusing on some diagram scrawled over the board. My mind, however, was in a totally different place.

All I could hear was his voice, his sexy alluring singing, and the sound of each guitar string being plucked. The melodies ran over in my head until they were rudely interrupted by the bell, which was almost deafening. Instantly the chorus of exited teenagers began, as they filed out of the classroom to their own lockers. I followed, already taking out my iPod and putting in my headphones before the walk home, just to block out their noise.