Elvis and Turtles

Chapter Three

I got to the band, plop in my chair and sigh. I mean, come on! I have a date on Friday and another one Saturday, a note that needs responding to, and a major headache! Then my day gets oh so much better. The gorgeous jerk wad of a saxophone player who sits behind me decides to grace me with his presence.

"Hey, Sammy-Loo!" I hate that nick name. "Are you still too cool to say more than five words today?" His idiot friends laugh like he actually said something funny.

Weston has always had a way of crawling under my skin, but sadly he is really sweet sometimes. Whenever he is being followed by Tavin and Aeric he is just plain stupid, though. Today Liam is with them too, but he doesn't laugh with the others.

Liam is always so serious. So intense. Sometimes, I feel like he looks right into my mind and read my thoughts.

Weston plays tenor saxophone and sits right behind me, Tavin and Aeric plays trombone and Liam plays percussion. Two of the four are gorgeous Homo sapiens and the other two remind me of short gorillas. Weston with his blonde hair and beautiful deep brown eyes can make my heart flutter a little bit no matter what. Tavin and Aeric would be the gorillas, and then there's Liam. Liam has sparkling blue eyes; they aren't just blue, but also electrifying. He has curly black hair and the most beautiful smile in the world, if you are lucky enough to ever see it.

"Are you going to reply Sammy-Loo-Who?" Tavin says in a stupid voice.

"Yeah Sammy, we're waiting." Aeric taunts.

I just stared at the first three boys wondering how their mothers feel to have raised such morons.

"You know Sam I think you might need to see a doctor, you may have brain damage, normal people talk." Oh, I would really love to punch Weston right now. It would be so fun, but instead I put my clarinet together in silence.

"Weston, did you ever think that maybe the reason Sam doesn't talk to you is because you're ugly, rude and stupid?" I look up and Liam is staring straight at me, Weston has an appalled look on his face that someone would dare say that to him.

"Whatever man, you're just jealous." Weston and his too monkeys walk away. Liam stands there for a second longer; he winks and turns away also.

I start to puzzle over why Liam Hamilton, hottest guy in the senior class, just winked at me. But as my thoughts start to carry me away, Mr. Apon stands on his podium, and we're off playing ‘They Hung Their Harps in The Willows.’

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During lunch time I drive to a park near the school. A small stream runs through the center of it, and I love sitting on the bridge to think. Usually I eat with Cymphonie, but today I don't feel like putting up with all of her friends.

I stick the end of my pencil in my mouth and reread the letter. After about 20 minutes I finally begin to write.

Dear John,

That makes me feel like I'm writing a break up letter. How can I break up with someone I don't know? I think in the future I'm going to refer to you as Voldemort, because you are he-who-must-not-be-named! I think that thing that you say I have that no other girl in school has is probably my extreme speech problem, I have this serious condition where if someone says anything to me I immediately start to act like a mime. It's life threatening :) Don’t be nervous to talk to me, I can't promise that I will say anything back to you in person if you do talk to me, but don't take it personally! To tell you the truth I'm not that fun to talk to, I do and say stupid stuff! Sadly I can talk a lot in writing, this works well for me!

Can't say I love you; I don't know you,

Sam

P.S. = My day has been stressful actually, I hate listening to Weston Price treat me like I'm stupid.