AN: Yay!!! chaptre two. In case you're wondering (which you're probably not) I have been extremely bored. I have band practice every day but, what to do after you get home besides go to sleep and get ready for another early morning. Well anyway enjoy chapter two.

"You do know that practices are closed, right?"

I jumped about a foot in the air, banging my head on the top of the bleachers. I turned around, rubbing my head. I had a feeling I knew who it was.

"How did you know I was here, Mr Larsson?" I asked, finding my assumption to be correct.

"It's kind of obvious when I'm walking behind you and I see you go under the bleachers." He told me. Doi. Of course he would see me. I looked at him hating him more than I ever have. He was in his early twenties with short reddish hair. He always seemed to have a passive attitude to students that broke rules but, for once he seemed kind of interested in why I was actually here. Not that I would give him the satisfaction of knowing that his scheme to have us interact with the bandos more had worked.

"Well then I guess you won't be seeing me under here again." I said, turning to leave. He grabbed my arm with his vice like grip again. Okay now I was getting mad.

"Now hold it." He said, a look that I didn't like entered his eyes. He was catching on to me, "What exactly is your reason for being down here?"

"Do I have to have a reason?" I asked, staring back at him, a bit impatient that he wouldn't let me just go.

"Not exactly... I just find it a little weird that an orch dork like you would even dare to stand up for them during class and then decide to come down to the field to... would spy be the right word?" He asked.

"I wouldn't say spy." I said, chuckling nervously. After his whole speech about getting kicked out of the music department, I really hoped that this wasn't something he would kick me out of the orchestra for. Not that he really could. Or could he?

"Then what exactly do you gain from being down here?" He stopped and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and started to text message someone. An extremely annoying habit that he had started somewhere between the summer of my freshmen and sophomore year. Probably a bando texting him to see why he wasn't at practice.

I just gave him an irritated look and said, "Just don't tell anyone I was down here." With that I left. I really didn't want to answer and didn't even think I knew the answer either. I walked up the hill bumping into a few of the band kids who were carrying their instruments to practice. They saw Mr Larsson and they all gave him questioning looks that I completely ignored. Not likes it's any of their business anyway. He just shrugged back at them.

"Get to practice." I heard him snap at them. That made me smile. They all rushed past him onto the field.

The next day I walked into the music room after lunch to find a rather unpleasant surprise. A group of my classmates were gathered around the board discussing among one another in hushed voices.

"Hey guys. Watsup?" I said, walking up to them. All of their eyes turned on me guiltily. Everyone remained silent. "What's the matter? Do I have something around my mouth?" I asked them, knowing that the problem probably had nothing to do with my mouth.

"Umm, Fia." Alice's voice finally spoke from the crowd. "There might be something you want to see." She motioned towards the board and everyone cleared a path for me.

I walked up to get a closer look at the thing they had moments before been crowded around. The instant I saw it I thought one of my blood vessels would explode. My face must have gone about twenty shades darker. Some ass had taken a picture of Mr Larsson and me under the bleachers from the night before with his hand on my arm. It looked like he was about to kiss me. The words, "Student/Teacher relationship... or is it more?" lined the bottom of the picture. I snatched the paper from the thumbtack that was holding it up and stormed to Mr Larsson's office. Everyone followed me out into the foyer so they could see part of the show I was about to put on. I slammed the door behind me to announce my presence to Larsson. In the privacy aspect it was kind of pointless seeing as there was a huge window in the door. It was just so incredibly satisfying to hear the sound of wood hitting wood. It felt rebellious. I approached his desk.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" I screamed. He didn't even flinch, he just kept his gaze on the computer in front of him. If he'd learned anything about being a high school teacher that was that teenagers often times were loud... very loud.

"What seems to be the matter Miss Lane?" He asked, slowly turning around in his swivel chair to face me. I responded by slapping the photo onto his desk. He took one look at the picture and the words and his eyebrows shot up. Score one for me. Finally some reaction out of this monk of a man.

"What do you think my problem is?"

"Do you honestly think that I did this? Come on Fia. I'm more professional than to go jeopardising my career." He said, keeping a cool face the whole while. To tell you the truth I doubted he did that and then posted it but, for the sake of rebellion!

"What are you going to do about this then?" I asked, trying to keep some sort of argument going.

"Nothing. Obviously it's a joke and not that many people saw it in the first place so what's the point of spreading a rumour." He told me. Point for him.

I looked over my shoulder at the door where the whole orchestra was standing. I then lowered my voice to a whisper to state one thing that I actually wanted to keep somewhat secret, "Well if anyone asks you what I was doing down there just tell them... umm... tell them I was trying to get you to change your mind on having the concerts together."

"Wow, did I just hear our Sofia Lane tell me to make an outright lie?" He asked, faking a startled voice.

"Oh shut up. I don't need their questions as to why I was down there piled on top of yours." I told him. The simple truth wouldn't be so simple to tell.

"So what were you doing down there?" He asked, leaning back in his chair clasping his hands as if he were making himself comfortable for a long story around the fire. I just gave him a look. "Well come on, it can't be that secret."

"Just don't tell anyone about why I was down there." I said, waving my hands above my head, showing him that I was clearly annoyed by his passive attitude. There was something that always made me mad about the fact that he never showed any emotions besides his already very neutral one. Is neutral even an emotion?

"I can't exactly tell them why you were down there when I don't even know in the first place." He told me, making quite a good point, as I left the room, shutting the door on him. It made me even more mad when I noticed him chuckling at me.

I came out to find all of my classmates around the door... nothing I didn't know.

"What are you all looking at?" I snapped at them. They all went back into the classroom. Alice was left behind in the foyer along with Ben, a boy in my year that had had a crush on me since... forever and didn't mind letting everyone know. I could never like him like that. He's a good friend and all it's just it would be like dating Eric. Extremely awkward.

"Everything alright?" Alice asked me, sounding a bit concerned.

"Yeah, I just want to strangle Larsson right now for never letting a single frickin' emotion show on his face."

"Is that all your mad about?" Alice asked me.

"Duh. That man could have a billion rocks thrown at his face and never show any pain or sadness at all. It just pisses me off."

Alice started to chuckle a bit, "Oh my God, you are so incredibly stupid. You have that picture of you and him and all you can get mad at is the fact that he won't show any emotion."

"Your point?" I asked, realising that she made an incredible point. "Everyone knows that we're not together anyway. It just makes me a little mad that someone would say that."

"I just think you need to straighten out your priorities." She said, laughing.

"Well it made me mad because I went in there wanting to scream my head off and I come out with absolutely no satisfaction from yelling at all." I noticed both Ben and Alice cracking up. I thought about what I had just said and ended up chuckling a bit. "Okay I get it. My reason for being mad was just a little stupid... but just a little." It just made them crack up even more.

"Come on kids, go and get your instruments out." Mr Larsson said, peeping his head out his office door. "Let's go."

We all scurried into the classroom still laughing a bit. I guess there could be so much more to be angry at. At least the whole picture thing didn't get too out of hand I didn't need the trouble of having to tell everyone that Larsson and I were not in a relationship. Still there was the fact that I had to figure out who had even gone to the trouble of taking that picture. Whoever he or she was, orchestra or band, they were dead.

The day passed by quickly with a bunch of quick explanations being passed around about the pictures. Everyone was more curious as to why I was down there more than what I was doing with Larsson. Mr Larsson had already shredded the picture and the days events were quickly left behind to be part of history. It wasn't unusual for stuff like that to happen.

I caught a ride home from Alice that evening after school. Eric had a late shift and couldn't drive me home.

Even though all of the hype had died down Alice still seemed to want to talk about the stupid picture.

"So who do you think posted that on the board?" She asked me. Well if I knew you would see the blood scattered across the floor I thought to myself, laughing at my joke.

I just shrugged, listening to my iPod with one earpiece in my ear. "I don't really care." The biggest understatement ever. I totally cared. I just wasn't ready to give the person the satisfaction of knowing it bothered me. I was going to sneak up on this person like a cat stalking its prey and then attack him or her back.

"I think it was someone in the band." Alice told her. I just looked at her, paying a bit more attention now.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, wanting to know what made her so sure. I wasn't exactly ready to just blame it on one of them, "It could just as easily been one of us."

"Who in our orchestra would do that?" She asked. I knew it, she just wanted to blame it on them because she didn't like them.

"I don't know." I replied, honestly not knowing. I knew a few people that might hold a grudge but, I wasn't going to hold a grudge.

"I would just watch your back."

"Come on tons of people go that way after school each day to get to the parking lot. It could've been anyone." I said.

"Whatever you say. Just think about it."

AN: Hmmm... who did it? Was Fia right or was Alice right? Well we'll have to see. This chaptre goes more into Larsson's character I think. I thought it was a bit funny the way he made Fia mad. I know I hate it when other people keep completely calm when I'm mad. It's just one of those things where I really want them to scream with me. So please leave a review and tell me what you think about this chapter.