Alex's POV
I was sitting in with Hayden, Jake and Christa in math class when we got called up to Dean Buckley's office. I couldn't help but think 'Damn first day of school and were already in trouble.
"Who did it and what did you do?" Hayden asked as soon as we stepped out into the corridor. We all laugh.
"It was the green one." Jake says referring to Tarynna the only one not in our math class. When we got to the office Tarynna was sitting in the waiting space, that's normal she's at the Deans office at least once a month.
"Yea, it was her." Christa whispered to us. We all laugh and Tarynna shoots us a confused look before shrugging it off.
"Miss Grady, Mr. Orlando, Miss Shepard, Mr. Michaels, and Miss Shepard." He said beckoning for us to enter the smaller room.
"Take a seat." He told us, we hastily obeyed.
"Miss Grady We, the faculty and staff of Eden Hall, would like you and your band to perform at the 'welcome back' dance at the end of the month." He told me. The whole band stared at me. I Shrugged.
"Depends on whether the band wants to or not." I tell him. They shrug their shoulders.
"I suppose that's a yes." I said. Jake smiled at me. God I love that smile.
"What's the catch?" Tarynna asked suddenly.
"There is no catch, just ground rules." Dean says.
"Such as?" Christa pried.
"I will inspect the songs and the wardrobe." He says then eyes me carefully. "Wear something conservative Ms. Grady."
"Why do you need to inspect the songs?" Hayden said.
"We don't want you singing anything that would encourage misbehavior." He stated then got interrupted by Tarynna's laughter. She was the poster child for reckless Misbehavior.
"Sorry," She mumbled as he cleared his throat.
"Do you guys understand?" he asked
"Yes sir." We said with little to no enthusiasm.
"Dismissed." He says right before the bell rings. We gathered are things and left.
"Isn't it stellar that he wants us to perform at the dance?" Tarynna said. Christa nodded.
"Yea, except don't own anything conservative." I say.
"I'll let you borrow my leather jacket." Jake said. I smile.
"Thanx!" I tell him hugging him. If there is anything that I love more than his smile its his leather jacket. It's so comfy and smells like his cologne. Which smells like. whoa. Any way I walked to poetry and found an empty seat next to the Miserable tired looking Portman. I mean I know on the first day of school everyone looks miserable but he looked half dead.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Yesterday, Emma and Kory asked me to talk to Fult about his new found putting his hands on girls. He got pissed and left then came back at two in the morning mumbling something about how love never comes the way you want it and shit like that." He said. I nod.
"And why was he out that late? I mean don't the hockey teams have a curfew." I ask. He nodded sadly.
"He wouldn't have noticed the time. He came back numb ass drunk." He tells me slightly bemoaned. I stare at him blankly. " Wow," I mean I didn't know Fulton but from the way Port, always talks about him that the last thing I would expect.
"Yea, Now he's in the dorm nursing a hand over." Port tells me. I start to say something but Ms. Errata, the poetry teacher started class and ending our conversation.
I was sitting in with Hayden, Jake and Christa in math class when we got called up to Dean Buckley's office. I couldn't help but think 'Damn first day of school and were already in trouble.
"Who did it and what did you do?" Hayden asked as soon as we stepped out into the corridor. We all laugh.
"It was the green one." Jake says referring to Tarynna the only one not in our math class. When we got to the office Tarynna was sitting in the waiting space, that's normal she's at the Deans office at least once a month.
"Yea, it was her." Christa whispered to us. We all laugh and Tarynna shoots us a confused look before shrugging it off.
"Miss Grady, Mr. Orlando, Miss Shepard, Mr. Michaels, and Miss Shepard." He said beckoning for us to enter the smaller room.
"Take a seat." He told us, we hastily obeyed.
"Miss Grady We, the faculty and staff of Eden Hall, would like you and your band to perform at the 'welcome back' dance at the end of the month." He told me. The whole band stared at me. I Shrugged.
"Depends on whether the band wants to or not." I tell him. They shrug their shoulders.
"I suppose that's a yes." I said. Jake smiled at me. God I love that smile.
"What's the catch?" Tarynna asked suddenly.
"There is no catch, just ground rules." Dean says.
"Such as?" Christa pried.
"I will inspect the songs and the wardrobe." He says then eyes me carefully. "Wear something conservative Ms. Grady."
"Why do you need to inspect the songs?" Hayden said.
"We don't want you singing anything that would encourage misbehavior." He stated then got interrupted by Tarynna's laughter. She was the poster child for reckless Misbehavior.
"Sorry," She mumbled as he cleared his throat.
"Do you guys understand?" he asked
"Yes sir." We said with little to no enthusiasm.
"Dismissed." He says right before the bell rings. We gathered are things and left.
"Isn't it stellar that he wants us to perform at the dance?" Tarynna said. Christa nodded.
"Yea, except don't own anything conservative." I say.
"I'll let you borrow my leather jacket." Jake said. I smile.
"Thanx!" I tell him hugging him. If there is anything that I love more than his smile its his leather jacket. It's so comfy and smells like his cologne. Which smells like. whoa. Any way I walked to poetry and found an empty seat next to the Miserable tired looking Portman. I mean I know on the first day of school everyone looks miserable but he looked half dead.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Yesterday, Emma and Kory asked me to talk to Fult about his new found putting his hands on girls. He got pissed and left then came back at two in the morning mumbling something about how love never comes the way you want it and shit like that." He said. I nod.
"And why was he out that late? I mean don't the hockey teams have a curfew." I ask. He nodded sadly.
"He wouldn't have noticed the time. He came back numb ass drunk." He tells me slightly bemoaned. I stare at him blankly. " Wow," I mean I didn't know Fulton but from the way Port, always talks about him that the last thing I would expect.
"Yea, Now he's in the dorm nursing a hand over." Port tells me. I start to say something but Ms. Errata, the poetry teacher started class and ending our conversation.