The Band Geek And The Drama Nerd

Band Geek

BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ

I reach out and slam my fist on the top of the alarm clock. I open my eyes. Sun light creeps from in between the white curtains. That's weird. It's only 6, I think to myself before looking at the alarm clock on my night stand.

"SHIT!", I yell throwing the warm quilt to the ground. I stumble to the closet and thrown on some jeans and a shirt. I look in the mirror. I look at my reflection. My short brown hair is sticking up in a few places so I run my hand through it. My ocean blue eyes pop on my tanned skin. I quickly look at my blue jeans and my favorite striped shirt and nod. I shove my feet into some old, white converse and grab my bag. I pause at my bedroom door, and quickly grab a flannel from a hanger in the closet quickly tying it around my waist. I check my watch, 8:30 already!? I'm going to miss science class. Well whatever, we were doing a dissection anyway and eww no thanks. I catch myself before falling down the stairs and breaking a bone.

I rush out the door and throw my bag in the passenger side of my blue Volkswagen Beetle. I crank the car, and peel out of the driveway. I honk at the car that brightly decided it would be ok to camp out in the middle of the road, and finally make it to school with 5 minutes to spare. I go to pull into my parking space and realize that some dumbass has taken it. I sigh and take the spot beside the black truck.

"Asshat." I grumble, almost tripping out of the car. I walk through the front doors and the smell of sweat and bad lunch hit me like a truck. I grab a tardy pass from the front office and decided to just go to cafeteria and watch the first period theatre kids work on their newest production. Right as I get settled the transition bell rings. I excitedly gather my bags and speed walk to second period, my home away from home. I walk past the gym and almost gag. They need to Febreze that shit.

I push through the crowd of people and almost get trampled on by a group of people. I finally reach the drama room doors and relax as I walk in. I set down my bag in its usual place on the stack of chairs in the back of the class, and grab the papers I need. I sit down in one of the chairs spread out across the large room. I look down at my notes until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up at my friend Avery.

"Hey bitch." I smile.

"Hey homo." She sits down and I notice the crutches. I look down at them and back up at her with an eyebrow raised. "Don't worry. I'll only have them for a few weeks." .

"Not what I wanna know." I reply.

"Oh right! So I was out riding Scout, my horse, like normal and she threw me off and I landed on my knee." She nodded absently.

"I told you she was going to hurt you at some point.". Avery had been having trouble with her horse since I met her. On the first day of class she sat beside me and we clicked. We've been best friend since. She told me about her love of horses and how she had gotten a new horse. She also told me how much it didn't liked her. I told her jokingly that it was going to hurt her one day and, well, here we are.

"Well I thought I would get the hang of handling such a stubborn horse by now. But even so I'm not giving up." She silences my protest before it started.

"That horse is as stubborn as you." I scoff. I opened my mouth to say something, and the teacher told me to 'hush up'. He went on for about 20 minutes about what we learned last week before letting us work on our projects. Our final project was the highlight of this class. You get to pick your own scene, and act it out with costumes and props, like a mini play. I love it.

"Hallway?", I say already getting up.

"You know it." She smiles and bends down the grab her crutches. "Can you grab my gym bag real quick?"

"Ok, I'll meet you out there." I head over to her stuff and grab a black and white nike bag. I sling it over my shoulder, and grab two clipboards before going into the hall. I find Avery outside sitting against the wall closest to the drama door. I slide her bag over and slide down the wall landing on my ass with a thump. Avery reaches in her bag and hands me some chips.

  "Snack-aholic." I say teasingly. A few minutes into working, the band room door, directly across from the drama door, opens letting out a loud blast of Beauty and The Beast music. The guy exiting the room stops in front of us, bathroom pass in hand.

"Chorus nerds or drama nerds?", I look up and meet a pair of forest green eyes. I almost drool. Most band guys in our school are not that great looking, but this guy is cute as hell. He looks down at me. I should explain that all drama, chorus, and band classes are in the same small, cramped hallway. You can hear the sopranos screech and the trumpets play out of tune every two seconds.

"Drama nerds." I look back down at my paper ,rolling my eyes. Ugh he was hot till he spoke.

"I dig it. I liked the play you guys put on earlier in the year. It was cool." He stared walking down the hallway, "' I knew you said you were getting a new secretary, but you never said he'd be so cute.'" , He quoted.

He winks at me and turns around, pushing open the hall doors. I turn to Avery and see her looking at me already.

"He was so into you." She smiles wickedly. Oh no.

"Don't smile like that. That smile means your thinking things. I don't like it." I say as she continues creepily smiling. "Stop. Seriously you're starting to look like IT."

"Imma hook you up, Georgie." She says in a weird imitation if the IT clown.

  "One, that was the creepiest thing I've heard in my life. Two, you are so not hooking me up with that guy. He's probably as straight as a stick." I mumble.

"Straight as a stick my ass. He was so into you and your too embarrassed to admit it!" She pokes my side, and I squeak.

"Hey, drama nerd, what're you talking about?" My head snaps to the guy standing in front of my again.

"Hey, band geek, why?" I say back. He fakes a look of hurt.

He puts his hand over his heart, "I'm hurt.". I shake my head and roll my eyes. I turn to Avery, who has an amused look on her face.

"Stop it." I whisper. She says nothing and just smiles. I look back at her with my eyebrow raised, again.

"So, what were you talking about, drama nerd?" They guy pipes up, interrupting my staring contest with Avery.

"I have a name you know. And no, it's not drama nerd." I say sarcastically. He chuckles.

"It was a good guess." He looks at me, something flashes in his eyes.

"Spencer James." I say after what felt like an eternity of staring into his eyes.

"Well, hello Spencer James. I'm Luke Smith." He smiles at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Hi lovelies! Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! ❤️

Ps. This is a gay story so if you are homophobic, I would suggest leaving.