I held the test in my hands. I had been absent from school for three days and I still had to take the algebra test. This was so unfair.
It was due tomorrow, but I had already been 'working' on it for about thirty minutes, and had answered a grand total of one problem, which was my name at the top.
I was going to get kicked out of band if my grades suffered any more, and I could not let that happen. I had come to be such great friends with so many people, and for them to know I was kicked out over my algebra grade was something I could not let happen.
The intercom erupted my thoughts.
Pardon the interruption teachers and students, all eighth grade high school band members are to report to the band hall immediately.
I did a silent cheer in my head before I turned in my test, walking out the door with my bags without a single word to the other band students in my class.
Several of my band friends asked me what was happening as we walked down to the band hall. I would be asking the same thing if I didn't already know what was happening.
Our band director was out for the week, and on this fateful Thursday, we had been allowed to be let out early from our classes to have 'practice' which would consist of us lazing around the band hall on our phones or talking to one another. A few of us would go into our practice rooms and practice.
We were the first group to walk in. We waited about five minutes before the high schoolers trickled in. And there he was.
My best friend walked in with my 'son' talking beside him. Jace has started calling me mom a couple of weeks ago, so the nickname stuck. Even though he was three grades above, I was basically his mother.
He grinned when he saw me dismissing my best friend and running over to do our secret handshake.
After kicking him in the leg for the fifth time, he stopped, laughed, and wrapped his arm around me.
"So, mom, what've you been doing lately?" He walked me over to the back corner of the room, and I sat in the tuba cubby.
"You know, school and all getting me stressed out and whatever. I'm honestly so done with Algebra, you have no idea."
"I could help you with that, y'know." A new voice made me turn my head, and Cameron was standing there, smirking and looming over Jace, who had started to sit down until Cameron showed up.
"Oh, yeah. I know. Literal equations are so your forte." I laced my words with sarcasm, in a homework assignment from yesterday, he had given me every possible answer except the right one.
"Hey, that wasn't my fault! The camera angle was weird and shaky." He held his hand up in a defense motion, before smiling and sitting on the carpet.
Jace sat down beside us, "So, have you met any cute guys in your school yet?" Jace nudged my shoulder, and I crawled out of the tuba cubby to get closer to my son.
"No way, they're all hormonal boys who are 5'2" with hairy legs." I elbowed him, and he turned away in mock sadness.
"Aww, come on, they can't be that bad." Cameron raised a brow, and I glared at him.
"The tallest guy in my grade is two inches shorter than me. I'd say that's pretty bad, especially for me being only 5'7". I don't think it could get much worse. And you can't even be saying anything, you've been tall your whole life." I snorted when Jace started using the same hand motions as me.
"I'm going to act like you didn't just insult my height." I didn't. "Well, a lot of the guys in the high school band are taller, why not one of them?" He turned like he was looking for a taller kid, then smiled back at me. "Unless you're only into guys almost a foot taller than you..." He held his hands up as I slapped his arm.
"In your dreams." I laughed when Jace got all defensive for me, and got a rude glare from some trumpet player studying in the corner.
Landon walked by and did his annoying laugh, pointing at us and nearly yelling,"Look at you three, all one big happy family. Only problem is, I can't quite tell who is actually Cameron's child, you both call him daddy anyway." I looked away, sliding into the back of the cubby and hiding myself from the stares of all the band members.
All I heard was a loud, "OWW!" And a deep and angry voice as Landon trumped off, leaving me in a embarrassed mess in front of my two besties.
"What an asshole..." Jace grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the hole, holding head up and smiling, "Cameron took care of him." He pointed to where Landon gossiped with the color guard, a red mark on his face and neck.
"Did you punch him?" I widened my eyes towards Cameron, who nodded sheepishly. "Thanks." Jace raised a brow at me as Cameron looked away, blushing. I rolled my eyes towards him.
"Alright, everybody! Band practice is after school, so make sure you have stuff prepared for that! And you cannot leave the campus until the bell rings!" Destiny, the drum major, called out as everyone went silent immediately, and they slowly began talking again as she sat down.
"I'm gonna go chill with people who aren't my mother and father. Bye losers." I flipped off Jace in a joking way as he went over to his other friends.
The bruise on Cameron's leg from Friday's game was brought to my attention.
"Did that happen when you fell on the bleachers?" I pointed to the nasty red and purple bruise.
"Yeah, and it really hurts." He pulled his leg underneath him, shaking his head at his own idiocy thinking it was smart to take three stairs at a time.
"You wanna come with me to Dollar General after school?" He chipped up after a few minutes of silence.
"I mean, sure, as long as I'm not interrupting plans with anybody else. I wouldn't mind going with you." I smiled, leaning on the wall of the cubby, glancing down at my phone.
Little did I know what my brain had in store for that dream...
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Author's Note:
Soooo the next chapter is going to be a smut, because that's the hill my mind went down on when creating this dream. There will be a warning before and after the smut so you don't have to read that part.
That will be a very awkward scene to type.
