Never

Chapter 11

My band concert is that night and guess who plays the same instrument I do? Spencer. Even though he kind of sucks at it and is last chair while I'm first chair, it's still awesome I get to see him every day for morning rehearsal. Just because we don't get to talk doesn't mean I can't look at him from a distance. 

I show up at a normal time to the concert but he doesn't. He comes in late, after we begin the warm-up, from a lacrosse game, but still took the time to clean up and put on nice clothes. I could not physically take my eyes off of him. He sported a white button-up shirt with black dress pants and a black tie, which made him look even more extraordinarily handsome.

My mouth must have been hanging open and I could have even been drooling, because as he passed me to get to his seat he quietly muttered under his breath, 

"I'm happy to see you too." I watched him as he made his way to the empty chair in the middle of the row, along with every other pair of eyes in the room. Of course I had to look at his butt as he walked past because the tight dress pants fit him extremely well. I admired his confidence and stride once again as he smoothly stepped over other people, not tripping or fumbling over feet and music stands like I would've.

"Seriously," I thought, "he has no flaws." And it wasn't just me who thought that. Girls whispered to each other and, discretely, they finger-pointed to him, indicating what must have been how hot he looked. I was starting to feel jealous but I couldn't do anything about it.

During the concert, I messed up a little on my solo because of nerves but everyone still said I did well. The remarks kind of went right over my head, but not when Spencer complimented me.

"I don't know how you are so good at saxophone when you say you don't practice," he said as everyone was all packing up their instruments to leave. I remember telling him I never practiced, which was true. It's just so boring sometimes. 

"Thank you," I say, my whole face brightening, "and I don't know how you're so bad when you don't practice." Wait that was so rude. Why did I just say that? He's gonna think I'm a bitch if I don't watch what I say. It was a lame attempt at being funny.

He found it hilarious and after chuckling he said, "Yeah I don't know either. I guess it comes naturally."

We both cracked up thinking we were so funny. Honestly, our conversations were so cheesy but to us they felt special. Well, at least me. 

I heard my dad calling for me to go, so I wrap things up.

"Text me? We have to hang out again soon." I say shyly.

"Yeah that'd be awesome! But this time I'm going to plan it," he says. I get overly excited and decide I should start walking away before he thinks I'm too obsessed. I look back to see him still looking at me, and I give a final wave. I hope he was checking me out like I do to him. With this thought, I grin, and head the rest of the way home with the smile stained on my face the whole night. He was totally checking me out.