Trumpet Boy

"Oh, dude move. She'll kick your ass," Jake, a jackass, says to a new kid.

"That's a lie," I mumble as I pass them.

"Dude, come on. Have you even ever talked to her? She doesn't look like the kind of person who would do that," the new kid mumbles as I pass.

"Seriously! She tried to kill me last year!" Jake says.

I stop in my tracks. "You know Jake," I hiss turning around. "If you didn't try to get me in your bed, I wouldn't have kicked you in your tiny boy balls."

"Come on now," jake says trying to get people on my side. I only took you to my bed you begged.

Before I even understood what I was doing, I bitched slapped Jake so hard, it turned him around. I don't beg, your girlfriend does.

"Aspen--" Jake starts but the new kid cut him off.

"Dude, she got you good. You should shut up," he says laughing.

I flash a smile at the new kid, and walk off.

*******

I walk into the band room for my favorite class of the day. What the hell do you think it is? Math? Band!!!! I play trumpet. And apparently so does the new kid. I sit down in my spot, trumpet assembled and ready to go.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi," I mumble in return.

"It's Aspen. Right?" He asks me.

"Yeah. She talks a lot too. It get annoying sometimes. Do you know what that note?" Shayla asks.

"Talking to Aspen, and it's G," he says rolling his eyes.

"Sorry, ummm... What's G?" She asks, squishing her boobs together.

"All open," he says completely ignoring her whorish moves.

"Yeah. Aspen," I say.

"I'm Aidan. It's nice to meet you Aspen. I like that name. It's unique," Aidan says.

I stop talking.

"Okay then," he says opening his book.