Violins and Ripped Jeans

One

McKinley

I walk to my last period class, orchestra, which is all the way across campus. With a sigh I hike my bag higher up my shoulder and yawn, glaring at the person in front of me who won't walk faster!

Oh dang it! Can't you walk any freaking slower, jeez!

I grumble under my breath and send another glare at the guy before stalking off to my classroom. When I enter the room I start to relax at the sound of different instruments. But the one that stood out most was my best, and only, friend's cello.

After grabbing my precious violin, I unzip the case and carefully retract said instrument and bow, as well as the rosin. I slather the rosin onto the hairs of my bow then put it away. I take my bow and slide it across each string to see if it's tuned correctly. Once it is I start playing random notes to warm up with.

Laughs are heard to my left and when I look over there I roll my eyes when I what it is. Now, don't get me wrong because I love me some nice lookin' men, but Sean? Gross! I wouldn't be surprised if he had an STD already.

"Have you heard the latest rumor?" another violinist whispers.

They shook their heads no and she looks around before whispering again, "I heard from..."

I roll my eyes and go back to my playing. A loud cough comes from the front of the room making us all look up. I smile softly at the teacher and place my violin in my lap. His eyes sweep over the room and briefly pause on mine before continuing on with the rest of the class.

My best friend, Isabel, nudges me and winks as she knows that I have a teacher crush on Mr. Vargas. I blush and nudge her back as I nod my head  at Elizabeth across the room who was making dreamy eyes at Isabel. This time she blushes and looks down, biting her lip as she holds her cello close.

I snicker and grab my music sheets from my bag then place them on the music stand.

"McKinley!" the teacher says loudly, motioning me over to his podium. I smile at Izzy then walk over to him.

"Yes?" I ask quietly, wondering why he asked me up here.

"I was talking to one of my friends the other day and he mentioned that he needed a violinist. My first thought was of you as you're the best violinist I know; anyways, I suggested you to him and he wants to meet up with you, if that's alright of course." he says with a smile, his eyes raking over my body slowly.

I smile brightly and nod quickly, "Yes! I would love to! But um, when and where? How do I get his contact information?"

Mr. Vargas chuckles and grabs my hand softly before motioning his head to one of the private rooms. My eyebrows knit together as I look at him.

"He's... in there?" I question as I looked at the door.

"Yes he is, I can get him for you if you want me to," he replies as he squeezes my hand softly. I quickly pull my hand away and looked back at the class; it is a Friday which means it wis a free day to do whatever we want. Thus being said everyone was distracted. When I looked back I jump and cover my mouth to prevent my scream from coming out. He was too close, too too close. I back up a few feet and then some as my breathing starts to get heavier.

Oh shit! That's just what I need; a panic attack!

But oh my God, he was right in front of me! What if he thinks I play horribly? What if he thinks I'm ugly, what if he thinks that I'm weird??

Oh gosh, now I'm not going to get the spot. I don't care if I get the spot, he hates me anyways.

I just– I just can't!