Calum Hood
Ever since we spent our two weeks together during the break, we have been inseparable. During the first week back at school, we were constantly texting, giving each other glances in class and during lunch. At our music sessions, we've been more productive than ever. And I've become more infatuated with her. Everything she does and everything she says makes my heart pound and my hands sweaty.
It's a Friday in late October when I'm sat in calculus class, trying to pay attention, when I get her message. The question she's been asking me every day since we started doing this.
Nomi
Music sesh in ten??
I smile at the message, but only for a second as I'm very aware of how ridiculous this probably looks. It's probably also very ridiculous how I feel towards a girl I've known for eleven years. But I just can't help it. It's her beauty, her humour and her kindness. It's her talent and how she makes everything better. How she makes me feel at ease and makes me relax in a world that is so rushed and tangled up in one big system. I know it's ridiculous, but she makes me feel a little less so.
"Mister Hood, could you please put that phone away?" asks my teacher, making me jump a little. I look up, seeing her stern, and icy eyes looking over her thick, round glasses. I've never liked miss Anderson, and I don't think she likes me very much.
"Yes, ma'am, sorry," I say and quickly type a reply to Naomi before putting the phone in my backpack.
Me
Yes!
After calculus, I gather my stuff faster than I've ever done and rush to the music hall. I'm first this time. I grab one of the many acoustic guitars and sit myself down on a chair. Softly, I pluck the strings, so a mellow sound comes out, filling up the otherwise entire silent and empty room.
"With your love, your love,
I'm a better, better man
With your love, your love,
I'm a better, better man
Darling, all of my wrongs, they lead me right to you
Wrapped in your arms is where I'd for
your love, your love
I'm a better, better man,"
I sing the song I've never really finished. It's one I probably should finish as it perfectly describes how I feel about Naomi. She really does make me a better man, and I would die for her love in her arms.
"Thought I'd found the highest of highs,
You came and topped them all
You shine in the dead of the night
And I was the first to fall,"
Second verse, finally. With a smug smirk on my face, I sing the chorus I had already made a couple weeks ago, singing my little heart out. It sounds good acoustic, but just imagine this song with amazing production. Add in drums and electric guitars, maybe even some keyboard in there. That would sound so dope.
"You're the only one, who could lock this wild heart up in chains
You're the only love, that could make this bad man better
You're the only one, who could lock this wild heart up in chains
You're the only love, that could make this bad man better,"
Just when I'm about to get into the last chorus after the bridge, the giant doors to the music hall fall shut. It makes me jump a little, and I whip my head into the direction of the doorway. A smiling Naomi stands there, with her books clenched against her chest.
"Hi," she greets with a smile and walks up to me. Her books, she puts on top of the piano, her bag at the foot of the enormous instrument.
"Hey," I greet back, my cheeks flushing a little. I hope she didn't hear that. She probably has, but I'm still hoping she hasn't.
I put the guitar back in its spot and go to sit down on the piano bench with Naomi next to me. She sighs deeply and puts her head on my shoulder for a second.
"I think I wrote something the other night, but I'm not sure if it's... good," she tells me, sounding more insecure than necessary.
"Let me hear it," I tell her, calmly. She lifts her head up and grabs her notebook from her handbag where the lyrics are scribbled down in.
