Chapter 5 Him

• My eyes stared a little longer at the guitar trials that made fun of me in the academy's lobby as people passed by to sign up and there I was, just taking in my reality.
• The phone kept ringing and I knew it was Mister Atkins-my piano teacher-that always nagged the entire time about how lousy my competitors were and how I was going to ace it with no sweat. I placed it on silent so he didn't mouth me off to my mom.
• At least someone felt like me as I turned my eyes to the source of the books hitting the floor and I decided to make someone's day a bit better as I volunteered to help the tired girl by holding her book and handing it to her. She didn't look at me one bit and I found that interesting when she just grabbed the book from my hand and walked faster. Her hair was swaying side to side and her petite figure went far off.
• I remained gazing over to the girl's form until she turned left and she was no longer there.
• "Hey, dude, we have class," a bump on the back from Dray made me snap back to reality. I barely had any sleep last night, I stayed up with Elodie talking about a Rayna Harrington and the date details. "Earth to Xav?" he kept waving his hand in front of my face until I held his hand to stop the annoying movement only to be mocked by the other students as they catcalled and whistled, probably thinking it was some gay action.
• "Great, that's what I needed this morning," I retorted sarcastically as I adjusted my dark red hoodie hiding my bed hair. That and the classes were all cold.
• Dray wiped his hand on his jeans as if I had a disease on me so I ended up slapping the back of his head on our way to Mister Derrick's instrumental section where we learnt a bunch of notes for every instrument; it had the technical and the theory part.
• "I want to shove this drumstick inside his a-" Dray started to curse under his breath when professor Derrick gave him a warning for talking loudly in the middle of his teaching techniques on how people used drums in concerts.
• "Shut up, you are going to get us in trouble." I scolded him and the people around him either had too much coffee or close to none, it showed on the people who raised their hands as if they were going to stand on top of the table and there were people who were making out with their desks. Either way, I wasn't paying attention myself.
• Dray rolled his eyes at me and turned his back to chat with the students behind us, not giving a care in the world if his teacher kicked him out. As for me, I did care because I was in Juilliard's piano contest and I couldn't be on bad behavior in classes.
• Basically, I was sneakily the bad boy taking after my dad's legacy.
• "-We welcome the new girl..." I heard bits here and there but I tuned them out as I turned on my airpods to some mellow music, my eyes remained on the familiar girl with the long hair and caramel glazed eyes, the same girl who ignored me.
• She was awkwardly avoiding students when she quickly shuffled her way through to the back desk with books in her hands and her black full sleeved shirt along her denim jeans that matched her dark sneakers. She was new for sure because this was my third year and I knew almost everyone due to my family's reputation here.
• A guy nudged me on my right side and I took my airpods off when I averted my eyes to the professor who was waiting on my explanation. Luckily, he always noted down the question on the board.
• What is the benefit of drumming?
• "Drumming has a positive effect on anxiety, grief, fatigue, depression and behavioral issues." I answered quickly and the professor just nodded and returned to his explanations.
• I kept my airpods in for the rest of the morning class. It was an elective and I didn't really care about it; I just wanted it for extra credit. Each class had an array of desks that had water and a fresh set of pens along with the notebooks in front of each student, the class was always perfectly cleaned, strict rules about eating or messing with pens.
• Juilliard was a strict system. They didn't play when it came down to rules.
• The new girl seemed to take that hint when class ended and I turned to see her tidying up the pens in order, I managed to walk out right before she noticed me looking. I didn't want to appear like I had a fetish about her.
• My next class was my favorite and it was professor Diana's self expression class where we get to play anything we liked to showcase our art. I was ecstatic when that class was available because it was popular among students. There were some guys that liked to sign up to get a full view of her Greek body, her Greek accent was almost understandable but not so much for other people.
• Dray walked along with me as he babbled on about his obsessed girlfriend, he was the first friend I made here. As much as he gave off shallow prick vibes, he was a good guy at heart. I knew that because it has been three years of me handling his ass around. I didn't know for the life of me why he got tied to queen drama, Sasha Rodriguez, everyone knew her from her whole crying video when she ugly cried while watching the notebook. If fake was to be placed in any forehead, it would be her huge one.
• I didn't like her one bit when she tried to stop Dray from seeing me. She was that obsessed.
• We had our bro hug as usual and when I turned around, my eyes met the girl again. She was almost in every class and that got me curious since she was a fresher and I was a third year student.
• Was she the one following me around?