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chapter 13: music theory

Violet

I'm in third period which is my AP Music Theory class, that I love so much. Music theory is basically a class where you study and discuss elements of music. Like the pitch, rhythm, melody, harmony, and notation of a song. This class also helps me with creating better original poetry so that's good, I guess.

I can't lie but this is definitely my favourite class because I get to express my feelings without being judged..... most of the time.

Also, the teacher is an actual god.

Currently, Mr. Daniels, my very hot teacher, is letting the class work on our first project this semester of creating our own original song.

Might I add, we have to sing it infront of the class. Which is already extremely terrifying, but now we have to perform for a very physically appealing man.

I'm sitting at my desk with a blank sheet of lying in front of me, begging to just be written on.

There's just no inspiration pumping through me to want to move my pencil. Which is somewhat surprising because I usually have something to say about everything.

I start to look around the room, searching for inspiration until my eyes fall upon Mr. Daniels sitting on his desk already looking at me.

My heart rate quickened at the sight of his piercing sky blue eyes boaring into mine. A smile, that probably looks wacky, spreads across my face face as he gets off the desk and begins to walk towards me.

He finally arrives at my desk after what it seemed to be hours of sexy slomo walking.

"What are you working on, Violet?," he began in his deep husky voice that could make anyone go weak in the knees. He lifted a finger pointing to my blank paper, "What's up?"

"..I-I. I don't feel well equipped for this p-project," then my heart begins to race at an abnormal pace and my face begins to sweat.

"What!? You're one of my best students already. Whats holding you back?," he dropped down on one knee to get eye levelled with me. I shake my head my mouth becoming dry as I study his face. Oh man, his jaw, his eyes, his smile, "Well, I could help you after class. I know that's your lunch."

"Um, t-that would be....C-Great," I show all my teeth and giggle like an idiot. He chuckles while shaking his head putting a hand on my desk pulling himself up. Just as he left, the bell rung which meant I had thirty minutes to spend with Mr. Daniels. Whoop whoop.

Greyson

Just as Rybekkah left my room I went to my restroom to get cleaned up. As I was doing so, I noticed what she meant by markings and holes.

While I was intoxicated I had gotten a litter of shitty patch work tats along on my forearm and a ficken nose stud.

I reach for my nose to try to remove the ridiculous thing, but it stung as soon as my fingers reached it.

sighing in regret, I leave the restroom, get my clothes on and trotted downstairs to leave for school.

That is, until I saw my dad standing at the end of the staircase with one hand on the rail.

He was wearing a suit. Like he usually does when going to work. Hair slicked back with love bites on his neck that he poorly tried to cover.

I stop on a stair, looking down at him with hatred.

"Finally you're up," he said in his usual gruff.

Already annoyed with his bullshit, I continue walking down the steps until i met with the front door to leave.

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I enter the school buildings into an empty hallway which is going to change in a couple of minutes.

It was five minutes till lunch so to kill time, I began to wander around the halls until I pass one particular room.

Stopping in front of the door, i peer through the window and see the one and only Violet.

What a coincidence. We always seem to meet up when it's least planned.

The usually quiet girl was speaking to a guy. I couldn't see much but what I did see was her fidgeting a lot and staring into his eyes as if she was hypnotised.

The guy looked young but not young enough to be a high schooler, he must be the teacher.

Still staring into the class, I feel three hard taps on my shoulder that send me turning around to the disturbance. It was coach.

"Where have you been, son? You've missed five days of practice and we have a game tomorrow," he grabs my shoulder pulling me forward him and I yank my shoulder back lifting one eyebrow up.

"And?,"

"And? If you miss today's practice you'll be suspended from three games,"

"I don't care,"

"You sure you want to risk not getting that scholarship, boy,"

"You're saying I'm going to get kicked of the team, huh?," I lower my eyebrows over my eyes getting angry and agitated, he just nodded, "I honestly don't care." I shrugged.

He shook his head before turning around just as the bell rung. I smirked, placing my hands in my pockets while everyone swarmed out of their classes and all their eyes land on me.

The hallway stopped and was then filled with whispers and gasps of shock of my appearance after three days.

Mouths were gaped, covered and lips were bitten.

I just simply shrug my shoulders, on my way to the cafeteria.