Mr. G-Ch.1
"Hello," Mr. G said. "Welcome to band class"
Emmett, Jasper, and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We all needed a break from our girls, and this was the only class that they refused to go anywhere near. So we took it, and we were already bored.
Dude, is this class over yet? Emmett thought.
Mr. G, our new teacher, looked over the class. With us, there was Tyler, Eric, Lauren (who I know is going to cause a problem), Mike (who I didn't think was smart enough to play an instrument-well, a triangle, maybe.), and a lot of other people I honestly didn't care about, mostly because my Bella didn't have anything to do with them….
I shook my head and focused on reality. I tried to block all thoughts, but Mr. G's thought really stuck out from all the rest.
*sigh* It's those Cullen boys. It's going to be hard keeping my hands—I mean those girls' hands off of them. I might have to tie them down…run my hands through their hair…see if it really is as soft as it is shiny…
Awkward…
"So, let's get started. I want you, when I call out your name, to tell me what instrument you wish to play and if you need me to order one for you. Let's start with…those Cullen boys. Edward?" Mr. G said with a twinkle in his eyes.
He's the cutest one anyways.
"Piano. I have one."
"Emmett?"
"I have a drum set."
"Jasper?"
"Saxophone. And yes, I have one."
Huhu, Mr. G thought, talented family.
He went through the rest of the class with Eric on guitar, Tyler on trumpet, Lauren (what is she even doing in here?) on tuba, and Mike on the only instrument simple enough for him-the triangle.
"OKAY!" Mr. G exclaimed. "Everybody, except for our lovely Cullen boys, needs their instruments ordered for them I'll be back in about 15 minutes."
Mr. G winked at my brothers and me. "I'll see you later," He mumbled as he closed the door.
"I could feel his emotions," Jasper told us. "They didn't feel good."
"What were his thoughts?" Emmett asked.
I shuddered. "He said that he would have a hard time keeping his hands off of us."
My brothers didn't reply.
Suddenly I felt a hand running through my hair. I looked up and saw Lauren playing with my hair—and my brothers' hair too.
"So!" She called out. "Your hair is as soft as it is shiny!"
Here we go again.