London Calling

Chapter 2

With my taupe leather jacket on, I walked on the grounds of London Arts Academy. One glimpse to my right and I knew they were the freshman. Another glimpse to my left and there were the upperclassmen. Me? I was in the middle. Not only literally but I really was. I was a sophomore transferee so I was the new-but-not-really student for this semester. I was lucky the Academy considered my first year photography education in California so I didn't have to repeat freshman year all over again.

I grasped the handles of my backpack tighter and took one step after another towards the majestic building that looked nothing like the ones in the US. It was like I was in an entirely different world. Then I suddenly felt nervous upon realizing I really was in a different one.

"Excuse—"

"Hi—"

"Umm—"

So, I was kind of lost. I had been trying to ask people for directions but for some reason, everybody was in a hurry. It must be because it was the first day of school. I went to the head office to get my final schedule and ended up with a piece of paper, clueless where my classroom was.

I scratched my head and started walking without really looking at where I was heading. I was so busy trying to figure out what the letter and numbers meant on the paper when a sudden bump in my shoulder sent my backpack crashing on the floor. I was mortified when it hit the ground and I heard a stud. My camera!

"OMFG," I cursed under my breath. I looked up, ready to murder the just anyone, but the sight made the crinkle on my forehead fade away.

Even with eyebrows crossed and a crinkled nose, he looked handsome. Beautiful, even. The first thing I noticed was his arm though—his muscles bulged from underneath the thin cotton of his white long-sleeved shirt. See, I had this fetish for arms. Which probably was one of the major things why I was head over heels towards Andrew. He had amazing arms that had always made me feel safe just by looking at them. Must because of hours of basketball practice. He wasn't captain but he was one of the top players.

I snapped out of it upon realizing I was daydreaming about Andrew again and focused on the boy in front of me. He was panting.

"You should watch where you're going, miss," he hissed. He's mad? He's seriously pissed? Like seriously? And in one second, he ran away. I knew he didn't mean it to but he ended up kicking my backpack that was on the floor.

"Hey!" I yelled at his back but he was too far away already. Crap my camera!

I quickly grabbed my backpack and opened it to check on my camera. I sighed with relief when I found out it wasn't broken. I didn't know how I would handle it if my precious baby got hurtbecause of that guy who I happened, as unbelievable as it was, to piss off. I might not be looking at my direction but he was the one running! Seriously, why did he have to scowl me?

I rolled my eyes and wore my backpack nice and snug. Then I noticed a rolled paper lying on the floor. It must be his. I took it and saw it was a music sheet.

I rolled it out and the title said, "Bend The Rules".

I read the words, or the lyrics since it was a music sheet, and thought they were too sweet I would have gotten diabetes if I tasted it. The last line struck me though: For you I'd bend the rules. For you I'd risk it all.

He's a songwriter? I wondered what the song sounded like. If only I knew how to read notes. I looked for a name but there wasn't any written on the paper.

Anyway. Back to the problem. Where the hell is my classroom? I stomped my feet on the brick flooring until I found a person who looked like a professor. Because none of the students had one second to talk to me, I thought it was best if I would just approach someone that wasn't hurrying to their first class.