Hello everyone!! I have decided to make this fic take place during the up-coming marching band season, (give me something to hope for, you know) ;)

so that means that I am making everything up about the class I say I'm going to and stuff, and in case you happen to be wondering, I am actually only a sophmore, but my narRator is officially a junior!

woohoooo!

ALSO: name pronunciation is:

Austin Colley – Ca- lee

Alyssa Sorvino soar – vee – no.

ENJOY!!

LUNCH. - PART ONE

I was busy pulling my pen apart while my Algebra II teacher was droning on about how it seems as if none of us remember anything from our Algebra I classes freshman year. I wanted to hit the woman honestly; who remembers anything from two whole years ago?! Certainly nothing of the lessons anyway. No junior remembers what happened in Algebra I.

Unless they were in my class, of course. That class was amazing. Last period. Bouncing (loudly) off the walls. One person's homework passed around for the whole class to copy. (Usually mine or Liz's) Mrs. Zephyr trying in vain to clam everyone down for two consecutive minutes. That hot senior, Mike, whose class was right across the hall. Those fire drills…

Bing. Bing. Bing.

I was startled out of my reminiscences when the bell rang. The whole class was out of the door before I put my pen back together. You'd think I'd have learned by now to pack up before the first three minutes to get the next class were over, but I never got it. I don't think it's possible actually, it can't be learned. Everyone must have been born with it. Everyone else.

Anyway, I got out eventually and made my way to band hall. Band hall happens to be the hallway that the attendance office is in, so everyone who shows up late either goes there or to the science wing to get a pass. I don't actually know why you can go the science wing to get a late pass also, but there are teachers sitting in little desks by the doors handing out passes. One of those weird every-school-does-things-differently things…

Anyway, I had just turned the corner when I almost bumped into someone. Guess who that someone was.

Just guess!!

That's right.

Austin.

I said almost bumped into, right? Well... actually it was more of a totally-almost-knocked-me-down kind of "bumped into."

"Oh, sorry," he said. He must have noticed that I was about to collapse from shock. (He probably thought it was from him bumping into me. Ha. It was more like because HE had bumped into me), so he put his hands on my shoulders and steadied me. Oh My God. His hands are on my shoulders. "Oh, hey Alyssa!"

"Hi," I mumbled; I just barely could hear it myself.

The bell rang. He let go of my shoulders. The bell sucks.

"See you around," He smiled at me before walking calmly off to class. I guess it didn't really matter if he was late; he was a senior after all. And he did just get a pass.

Unfortunately for my stupid junior self, it was not okay to be late.

"Let's go, let's go," said that strange man who stands outside the band room everyday for God knows what reason. I have know idea what he teaches and I certainty don't know his name.

I waited for Gianna to catch up, we're usually the two late ones, and we walked into the room.

When we were in the instrument closet (where they keep the instruments) and I got my flute out, I walked over to Gianna trying to pull her French horn case off the shelf, I said, "You'll never guess who I just bumped into."

"Um… Yes I will… let's see… the grim reaper? And he told you that you only have seven days to live?"

"No," I laughed, "actually, it was someone much hotter."

"I know! It was Austin Colley."

"You betcha."

Her eyes widened but she smiled, "You totally have to tell me about it now."

I told her quickly because Mr. Skeet was about ready to have us play, "Okay, so he bumped into me and was like 'oh sorry,' then he recognized me and was like 'hey Alyssa,' and I was like, 'hi,' except it was really soft and he definitely didn't hear me so he absolutely thinks I'm a slow loser."

She finished getting her instrument out and said, "He does not think that," she laughed, "I'm impressed though, he remembered your name and everything; I can't wait until lunch!"

"Ugh, lunch!" I muttered as I took my seat in the front next to Beth and the other flutes and Gianna went to sit up with John and the other saxophones.

"Hey, Alyssa, you took that quiz in English right?" Beth asked me, "What were the answers?"

"Beth!" I laughed, "I don't remember! Get the answers from someone else!!"

So we continued our conversation about how I'm an absolutely useless friend, until we started playing the Christmas/ Holiday music, and then we pointed out our favorite parts during the rests. In case you were wondering, we played Holiday music during the end of the marching band season because our winter concert was in December and since it was November now we'd been playing the holiday stuff for a while.

I was putting my flute away when I realized that it was less than three minutes until lunch. Lunch with Austin. Well, not really with him, but kind of with the knowledge of him knowing not only that we have lunch together, but (from my recent meeting/ near-tumble in the hall) that he knows my name!

I was just a little nervous. And as always, my friends were extremely supportive and understanding.

"Alyssa! Come on! How can it take you so long to get your lunch out of your locker?! What are you doing?!"

I looked up at Gianna, the only one still waiting for me. I admit it; I was dawdling, but I had a reason!

"Giaaaanna!" I wined, "I can't go to lunch! I'm way to nervousssss!"

"Oh, shut up! Think about it, don't you want Austin to know you exist, maybe he'll even talk to you today!? Come on! I'm hungry. I'll drag you if I have to!" Gianna threatened me.

"Ohhhhhhh, fine. I'm going, I'm going." I reluctantly agreed, but couldn't help adding, "going to make a fool of myself."

"That's right! You are, but it doesn't matter, I can tell he likes you. Everything will be aaaallllllll right." She smiled.

I wanted to die.

I walked as slow as I could out of band hall and down the hall that led to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was right across from the gym, so I looked inside and waved to Lauren, wishing I was there. We walked calmly (calmly describing Gianna, I was amazed I could walk I was shaking so hard) into the cafeteria and headed to our table. The tables are either long skinny rectangles or big circles, we had a big circle; it was a good thing too, because the people that had sat outside when it was warm had all come to our table now that it was cold.

I always thought it would be cool to sit outside, like people do in movies and TV shows all the time, but in real life, its not that cool. There are only three tables out there and it is a really small space; I admit it is beautiful on a nice day when you find a place to sit, but I'm perfectly happy inside.

Well anyway, thinking about the tables had calmed me down to the point so that I realized I didn't really want my peanut butter and jelly sandwich today, so I looked through my wallet to find the two dollars and ten cents I needed for when I rarely bought a turkey and cheese sandwich for lunch. I wound up asking for the extra ten cents from Beth, not getting it, and was about to ask Gianna, but remembered I owed her money already and didn't want to remind her, and finally asking Heather, a flag twirler, who gave it to me.

I was standing in line against the white painted (fake) brick wall when I noticed who was in the front of the line.

Austin, you say? Well guess again!

… Just kidding, it was him.

I must say he looked ridiculously gorgeous, even when he was unfolding his two dollars and ten cents to pay for lunch. He had my favorite blue and gray stripped oxford shirt on and my favorite light jeans. (Yes, I do have favorites of his wardrobe; don't tell me you've never done that!)

And just as I was admiring the way his perfect dark brown more-curly-than-wavy-but-still-not-really-curly hair fell around his symmetrical face, and thinking the name "Alyssa Colley" over and over, that face glanced back and saw me. It smiled and I felt myself smiling back because he was just too cute (!)

And then he winked.

At me.

I couldn't have been me!? No! But there isn't anyone else behind me! Just a wall! OH DEAR. Could he have winked at the wall?! Why the hell would he do that?! But he must have! He did NOT just wink at me. No way on God's green earth could that have happened.

But it must have!

That was about the time it got harder to breathe, I was about to start hyperventilating (in the middle of the lunch line!) because Austin winked at me!

What the hell?! He winks at me and I get the wind knocked out of me?! How ridiculous is that!?

I looked up again and saw that he was still smiling at me through the now-crowded-because-everyone-was-cutting-me-because-I-was-just-standing-there lunch line.

I could have fainted.

NOPE it's not over yet!!

I hope you all enjoyed it and please please review!!

I'll try to get more up soon!!

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