Names (BxB)

Music

Angel’s POV 

“Today student’s you’ll be starting a project with one other project.”  Mr. Emerson our music teacher says and everyone groans. “Now don’t be such sour pusses. All you have to do is compose a little piece with two instruments. There can be no actual words, but you can still use your voice as an instrument by humming or making clicking noised and so on or you can just use instruments like piano or guitar. You both have to have a different instrument. You can do a cover of a song. Okay now pair up and remember, sometimes your best friend isn’t the best partner!” He explains and everyone burst out of they’re seats. Nervously I look around. My eyes instantly wonder to Rebel’s. I see that there are already people talking to him, like five. Whoa! He’s popular. . .Damn. I sigh. That means he won’t want to be partners with me. . .Damn. Suddenly someone is in front of my desk. I look up in surprise. “Hey.” Rebel says smiling pulling up a seat. “H-Hey.” I say shocked. “So, do you play any instruments?” He ask me pulling out a notebook. “Um, yeah.” 

“Cool. What is it?” He ask me. “Um, guitar. Why?” I ask him still pretty confused. “Cool, because we need to know what you’re going to play.” He tells me his eyes lighting up a bit. Still confused I repeat, “Why?” He tilts his head. “Because we’re partners.” He tells me. “W-What?!” I exclaim. “Wait! Did you not want to be partners? I’m sorry! I didn’t meant to assume. . .Um. . .I can leave.” He says panicked and starts to get up. “No! I just thought you were going to go with those other people who asked you.” I tell him quickly. He smiles and sits back down. “No, I told them that I was going to be your partner.” He explains to me. “Okay.” I tell him smiling. “What do you play?” I ask him. His eyes widen. “What makes you think I can play an instrument?” He ask me. I point to his hands. “The way your hands and fingers are.” He looks at his hands confused. Wow. I actually confused him. “How?” He asks. “I don’t know how to explain it.” I take his hand looking at it. “Just the way your fingers are curved, how your skin is, and how you hold your hands makes it look like you’ve been playing something most of your life.” I tell him turning over his hand and brushing them over his open palm. “How can you tell that?” He ask amazed. I shrug. “Both my parents are in the music industry so I guess I just picked it up.”

“That’s amazing!” He exclaims. I shrug. “I guess, but we haven’t really talked about music in a while or just talked in fact.” I tell him. He kinda looks down. “Must be lonely.” He whispers and I snort causing him to flinch. I instantly feel guilty. “Sorry, it was, but now I live with my grandparents.” I tell and he looks up with a gentle smile that doesn’t quiet reach his eyes. “I’m glad. You don’t deserve to be lonely.” I open my mouth to say something when some prep wearing a shirt two sizes too small and a skirt two inches too short walks by and says loudly, “Wow, looks like the angel and the rebel are working with each other! I wonder which is which!” People start laughing and Rebel looks down. I get pissed. “Haha what do you mean by that?” I ask and lean back waiting for her to reply. She turns around with a raised eyebrow. “What are you retarded? I mean that we can’t tell because your name don’t match you.” I laugh. “And I bet your name matches you?” I ask. “Yes it does!” She exclaims. “Then, I bet I can guess your name.” I tell her smirking. She smile. “No you can’t you’d probably guess goddess or beauty.” She says hotly. “Oh, no nothing like that. You are no where near godly or beautiful!” I hear gasp and I continue. “The name that is most like you. . .Would be. . .” I pause thinking then lean forward with a cocky smirk. “Slut.” Her mouth drops in shock. People gasp loudly. Another one pops in my head. “Or how about Clown?” I say that earns some laughs. The prep regains her ability to speak. “H-How dare you?! Who do you think you are?!” She exclaims. Leaning back again. “The name is Angel Ringwalt. I was suspended like 15 times for dealing with your type of people at my old school so, don’t make me repeat that here, because I’m not afraid to hit bitches who bad mouth my friends.” I say narrowing my eyes at her. She kinda freezes in fear, then just flips her hair and mutters, “Whatever.” And walks away. Slowly, the crowd disperses still talking about what just happened. God, the news is going to spread all over the school. Damn. I thought to get rid of that reputation. I look at Rebel. He is still looking down into his lap. “Hey sorry about that. Are you okay?” I ask. He nods then, he looks up with a smile that still doesn’t quiet reach his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine. That’s the first time someone stood up to Kayla. You’re very brave you know that?” He asks. I smile. “Na I’m just too stupid to know when to stop talking.” He smiles a little more. “I don’t think you are stupid.” He says. I fight back a blush. “Well thank you. Now, back to the project. What instrument do you play?” I ask him he looks down. “Well I learned a little bit of violin, but I convinced my parents to switch me to piano so, I know more of that. . .” He says quietly. “Wow, so you know how to play violin and piano?” I ask in amazement. “I only know a little of violin and I’m not very good at playing piano. . .” He tells me. “I bet you’re better than you say you are.” I say smiling. He blushes a little and the bell rings. “Try to work at home if you can!” Mr. Emerson yells as everyone runs out the door to freedom. “You wanna work after school?” I ask him. He thinks for a second then nods. “Sure if that’s okay with you?” I nod. “Who’s house we going to?” 

“I don’t mind which. Mine would be empty.” He tells me. “Really what about Drew and your parents?” I ask. “My parents are busy and Drew has um, practice.” He tells me quickly looking me in the eyes. What’s strange is how his eyes lie. Most of the time if the person looks you in the eye they are telling the truth, but Rebel is lying. I can tell. I don’t know how, but I can. “Maybe we should go to yours then. You have a piano don’t you?” I ask and he nods. “Then, it would make sense. We may need to play some notes.” I tell him and he nods. “Won’t you need a guitar?” He ask tilting his head. “Yes, I have one at home. Do you think we can stop by to pick it up then, continue to your house?” I ask him. “Yeah that’s fine.” He says as we gather our stuff and head to the lockers. “Meet me at the entrance!” I say as we split. “Okay!” He says. I go to my locker and grab my stuff. When I am on my way out three people stop me. “Hey we heard you were talking shit!”