I tried to shake the strange feeling of being watched, but it just wouldn't go away. It was an itch between my shoulder blades all through both weeks of band camp. Any time I glanced around in paranoia, I found no one watching me. Maybe I was crazy after all. Oh well.
This continued to bug me until at long last I let my eyes travel over the whole band one day in class. It was Wednesday morning before our second home game and it was raining like mad. So we were inside for rehearsal. Well, all of a sudden, I got that feeling again, so I decided to scan the room for my watcher. My eyes connected with those of a freshman flutist for a second before she looked away. She looked a little nervous.
I couldn't help but grin. She liked me, didn't she? That's why she looked away. I hated to be mean, but she wasn't exactly anything to look at. Her hair was long, falling to about the middle of her back, and at first glance seemed blonde, but was actually a faded out orangey-color. She wore glasses and had a great number of freckles. I'll give her this much, though. She was kinda adorable...like helpless kitten adorable. She looked so small and terrified half the time.
The rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking of her for some reason. The first time it happened, I tried running through my drum cadences, but her face replaced the image of my tenors halfway through the first one. What was the deal? I didn't like this girl! Besides, even if I did...I was a senior and a drumline captain, she was a freshman. No. This was NOT happening.