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I was searching for James in the hallway but didn't have any luck so I decided to go to my next class, music, my favourite.
When I arrived I saw Zander sitting in a chair and as soon as he noticed me he motioned for me to come over.
"What do you want? I asked in a harsh tone
"I was just going to say you could sit here next to me," he said in an offended tone.
I sighed, "Thanks and sorry for the harsh tone."
"No problem. Are you okay?" He must have noticed my bad mood.
"I'm okay," I said trying to stop myself from saying something mean. Zander seemed like a nice guy only trying to help me out on my first day of school. Someone interrupted my thoughts.
"So you like music?" I looked up to see Zander pointing to my arm where I had some notes drawn.
"Oh," I said forgetting that I had them, "Yeah, I love it, don't you?"
Zander laughed lightly simply saying "Yeah I play the ukulele, key-tar, and the electric guitar, what about you?" So I started telling him how I played the bass, cello, and violin when the tanned girl with black curvy hair and fancy, designer clothes walked up to us, I recognized her as one of the girls who was gossiping about me in homeroom.
Suddenly she kissed Zander and I saw him kissing her back. Couldn't she see we were trying to have a conversation? I thought to myself. To say the truth I was a little bit shocked so I turned to look at my desk so they didn't notice my shocked expression.
I stayed like that until I heard the bell ring and saw the girl leave. Then I heard Zander mutter an apology, "I'm sorry for that, she's my girlfriend Kacey Simons."
"Why are you apologizing to me? It's not my fault that Barbie doll, over there, is your girlfriend" I said pointing to Kacey. He just gave me a friendly glare. I just laughed a little but then an uncomfortable silence fell upon us.
"Don't you hate it when someone calls a ukulele a mini guitar? I turned to Zander with a confused expression as to his random thought. He just looked at me as if I had to say something and I gave in, "Well I haven't exactly heard anyone call a ukulele a mini guitar but I sure hate it when someone calls my cello a giant violin," I said. We both then laughed and continued talking about how we loved music and about ourselves, not really paying attention to the teacher.
I think I've really found a good friend.