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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. Typically, when faced with irritation, she would respond with a cheerful smile and a courteous comment, maintaining her calm demeanor. However, the relentless sound of a basketball bouncing outside the music room where she was practicing began to test her patience, and she found herself feeling increasingly frustrated.
Having just started her second week at Beacon Hill High School, Morgan was still navigating the challenges of fitting in. Her naturally reserved nature made it difficult for her to initiate conversations, which left her spending her lunch breaks alone in the music room, immersed in the soothing melodies of her cello. The solitude was comforting, but the persistent noise from the hallway was beginning to disrupt her much-needed practice time.
Morgan's frustration bubbled over as she confronted the group of jocks who had taken over the school hallways for their impromptu basketball game. "Hey, do you guys mind? I'm trying to practice." she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the noise of bouncing balls and laughter. The hallway, usually a bustling corridor of students, felt particularly chaotic as the jocks showed little regard for her plea, engrossed in their own fun.
Among the crowd, Derek Hale, a fifteen-year-old boy known for his striking looks and undeniable charm, was the only one to notice Morgan's outburst. He was accustomed to being the center of attention, especially from the girls at school, but Morgan was different. Unfazed by his popularity, she had yet to recognize him as the infamous Derek Hale, a fact that intrigued him. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a direct manner, and it sparked a flicker of interest in him that he hadn't felt before.
With a smirk, Derek responded, "How do you know we're not trying to practice here too?" His tone was playful, yet there was an underlying challenge in his words. As he took a moment to truly observe her, he found himself captivated by her striking brown eyes and delicate figure. Despite his reputation as a flirt, he had never encountered someone who made him feel this way. In that instant, the noise of the hallway faded, and all he could see was Morgan, standing her ground amidst the chaos, embodying a sudden confidence that was both refreshing and alluring.
Morgan couldn't help but feel exasperated by the charming boy's demeanor. All she wanted was to immerse herself in the soothing melodies of her cello, yet here she was, having already stepped outside her comfort zone by asking the boys to keep it down. There was no way she was going to retreat now, not after mustering the courage to speak up.
With a hint of defiance, she shot back at the group of basketball players, "Well, I was trying to practice in the music room, and I believe basketball practice is supposed to happen in the gym." Her words were met with laughter from the boys, who seemed to find amusement in her boldness. It was a small victory for her, a moment of standing her ground against their playful teasing.
Derek, with a mischievous grin, replied, "Well, I'm pretty sure basketball practice takes place anywhere you got a basketball. Hold on. If you can get the ball from me, maybe I'll stop." His playful challenge was meant to provoke her, but Morgan was wise enough not to engage in his antics. Recognizing that sports were not her forte, she turned away, retreating to the music room while muttering a dismissive "whatever" under her breath, determined to reclaim her focus on the music that brought her joy.
The rejection lingered uncomfortably in Derek's mind as he now stood alone in the hallway, contemplating his next move. After a moment of hesitation, he made the decision to follow the new girl back into the music classroom. There, he found Morgan engrossed in her practice, her focus entirely on the cello in front of her. Despite his presence, she remained oblivious to him, not even glancing up when Derek attempted to break the ice with an apology for his earlier arrogance.
"Sorry about that. Hey, what's your name?" Derek pressed on, hoping to elicit some response from her. The lack of acknowledgment only fueled his curiosity about the brunette, who possessed a captivating blend of beauty and a hint of defiance that intrigued him. He found himself drawn to her, wanting to know more about the girl who seemed so absorbed in her music, yet so distant at the same time.
"I'm trying to practice, if you didn't notice," Morgan shot back, her tone brisk as she continued to play, clearly irritated by the interruption. While she couldn't deny that Derek was undeniably attractive, she was determined not to let her embarrassment show. Morgan preferred to keep her emotions in check, avoiding confrontations that might leave her feeling flustered. It was this very desire to maintain her composure that kept her from expressing any anger, even as she felt the heat of his gaze lingering on her.
"Okay, I'll just leave you alone - after you tell me your name." This statement seemed to ignite a spark in the girl's interest, prompting her to finally set her cello aside. She lifted her gaze to meet Derek's, her brown eyes glimmering with mischief. A playful smirk danced across her lips as she concocted a clever plan to outsmart the jock who had been bothering her.
"All right, I'll tell you my name if you can play one instrument in this room, just one," she proposed, her laughter bubbling up as she watched the boy's expression shift from surprise to determination. For a moment, it looked like he might back down, but he quickly regained his composure and scanned the room. His eyes landed on the simplest instrument available—the triangle—and with a confident grin, he reached for it, ready to take on the challenge.
"My names Morgan, Morgan Matthews." she declared, her tone light and teasing as she watched him strike the triangle with enthusiasm. The sound echoed softly in the room, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. In that moment, the tension between them shifted, and what had started as a simple exchange of names turned into a playful interaction that hinted at the possibility of a budding relationship.
