a/n: okay, third chapter and you all liked it! (mutters) most of you… (smiles brightly again) Okay! So I've been told that Mitchie and Caitlyn are too perfect, so there are some imperfections in this chapter. Enjoy!
CHAPTER THREE: TEACH ME
I sat in class shaking my leg nervously under the desk. This was music class, one that my mom had signed me up for, and it wasn't my best. My stomach dropped as the teacher, Mrs. Nunez, announced brightly, "Good news! I have urged Mr. Noonan to have this class get regular grades!" So you can come to my desk one at a time to see what your grade is so far. Mitchie, would you like to come up first?"
I nodded and my hands shook as I headed up to the desk. I looked at the grade on the computer.
D
How on earth did I get a D? I knew that I wasn't good at music, but I wasn't that bad. No way. Mom would kill me. She truly believed that music was important and she would be so upset if she found out that that was the class I wasn't getting an A in.
I guess I zoned out for the rest of the class because before I knew it, the bell rang. I noticed Shane by himself at his locker. "Hey, Shane."
He looked up. "Oh, uh, hey, Mitchie."
"Are you in Mrs. Nunez's music class?"
While shuffling through junk in his locker, he managed to say, "Um…yeah. That was the class that got me held back."
"So you aren't good at it?"
"I wasn't good at it. But that was before, now I'm her best student."
"How'd you get from flunking to being the best?" I followed him as he shut his locker and walked down the hallway.
"Basketball took my time away from schoolwork. Music was the class I never got around to doing. Once I couldn't play b-ball anymore, I started to really like music. It's my favorite subject."
"Teach me."
We stopped in the middle of the hallway and he looked at me with a charming smile on his face. "Teach you what?"
"Music. Teach me. We get grades now and I have a D. I usually have all A's."
"Freshmen get grades this year? Weird. But, Mitchie, I can't teach you music. Music is something that you get from your heart, not your brain."
"Well then teach me how to get music into my heart."
He sighed and took my hand. I chose to ignore the spark. "Look, Mitchie, I'll help you if you can promise me something."
"That being?"
"Don't be perfect all the time. On the volleyball court…make mistakes. Don't hit every ball. If you have too much effort for something, you'll eventually lose the effort. Promise me that and I'll help you."
I sighed. "Fine. But if your dad kills me, I'm blaming you."
He smiled and let go of my hand. "Good. I'll meet you at the bike hold after the last bell."
I watched as he walked away. As I walked towards the next class, I noticed all the junior girls glaring at me. Great. Now I was hated because I had talked to Shane Gray, the gentlemen.
"Why was Shane holding your hand?"
And that.
I groaned and glared at Caitlyn as she slid in next to me in the science lab. "I asked him to help me with music and he decided to hold my hand, what's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that he held a freshman's hand! Seriously, it's like against high school rules."
"And how would you know, Caitlyn? We've only been in high school for two months. And I was not trying to get him to hold my hand, so they can't hate me too much."
"You didn't resist. He held your hand and you didn't pull back."
I just groaned and set my head down on the edge of the desk. "Why me?"
"Face it, Mitch, you like Shane."
"I do not!"
"Yeah, and I love Nate," she replied sarcastically.
"Actually, you do love Nate."
"I do not!"
"Then leave me alone about Shane or I'll tell Nate that you do love him."
"Ugh!"
I smiled, my thoughts about Shane fading away momentarily. All that was left was the study session.
Hopefully he wouldn't hold my hand again after school. Then everyone would really hate me.
