A/N: okay I'm watching "Transformers" Aka my wife Megan fox. Eating jello pudding cups. And typing up this chapter. I think it'll be awesome. Enjoy. Oh and reviews are awesome. Again things in bold and quotes are text messages.

Chapter 3: Growing

Alex and Mitchie got back right on time Mitchie went off to her choir class and Alex walked over to English with Mrs. Lorales. She was a bit full from taco bell. But she kept her mind focused on Anthony. The image of him was still on her mind but something caught her attention. She heard a deep voice call her name, even over all the commotion of people getting to their classes.

"Hey Russo!" Anthony said approaching her from behind holding on to his backpack.

"Hey Anthony." She said her voice a bit shaky.

"What class do you have right now?" he questioned trying to keep up with her slow pace. He was at least a whole foot taller than her so his usual wide slow steps seemed faster than hers. But honestly he was just thinking, don't trip, don't trip.

"English with Mrs. Lorales." She said looking up at him.

"No way me too…I got my schedule switched up and all cause of baseball." He said talking with his hands. He put his hands together acting like he was swinging a bat. He thought it was stupid. But it was something he couldn't take back.

"that's cool. She's a really good teacher if you've never had her before. She kind reminds me of like someone's grandma, like old lady type nice…I guess…I don't know." She stuttered slightly feeling awkward. They walked into class together, Anthony walking towards Mrs. Lorales while Alex sat down in her usual seat by the window.

"Well Mr. Roman it's nice to have you in my class. Please, have a seat" Mrs. Lorales spoke looking at him over her glasses. She was a bigger set woman, and she kinda of reminded Anthony of Ursula from the little mermaid. But the good version. She even had the same tone of voice except sweeter.

"Thanks" he answered a small smile creped on his lips. He looked around looking for a seat he found one over behind Alex. It was a bit to her right but he had a good view of her. Alex felt awkward cause she could feel him looking at her she quickly got out her notebook and wrote down the assignment for class.

"Welcome class I hope that you had a great lunch, I for one enjoyed mine." Mrs. Lorales said holding her hands together. "now I know all of you are seniors and there are only a couple months left till you leave here. So because most of you have done well with a few exceptions, " she said looking at Jacob Merritt who was the school weirdo. He reminded Alex of that kid who always smelled funny in grade school. Actually, she was pretty sure he was the kid that smelled funny in grade school. His thick rimmed glasses always covering his eyes. "I've decided to save the easiest chapters for last. Poetry." She smiled and rambled on and on about the perks of poetry writing and reading. Anthony liked her enthusiasm however. The way she had a love for the written arts. In a way it reflected on his love for sports and exercise. Once out of high school he wanted to be a Personal Trainer... or a cop. He couldn't choose between the two.

He snuck a look at Alex who was intently drawing little figures in her notebook. He focused on one drawing of a single treble cleft note with a crown on the top surrounded by roses and olive leaves. Alex felt his gaze upon her again and turned her head slightly to see if he was looking at her. Right as she turned her peripherals caught a glimpse of him turning his head quickly to look at the board again.

Alex took out her phone and texted Mitchie who was in choir by now singing her lungs out.

"hey guess who's in my English class now."

Alex waited a little while until she felt her phone vibrate and read Mitchies text.

"um…your man Anthony Roman? Haha…guess who's in mine!? Andrew Santos"

Mitchie finished typing her text to Alex when her Choir teacher Ms. Koontz who was taking role. "now on to our final show piece since this is advanced choir I know all of you are seniors and I was thinking we'd do something special for the final show." She said her voice very low. She had short black hair and light blue eyes, and always wore button up long sleeve button up shirts with jeans and boots. Mitchie was pretty sure she'd never seen her in anything else.

"now I have picked out a couple of pieces that I think would be wonderful, we have some pieces from musicals and classical…" she started off but a soft chuckle sounded in the room.

Andrew laughed covering his mouth tilting his head up in embarrassment. He leaned into the guy next to him who he didn't know and said, "Seriously?"

"Mr. Santos, do you have something you wanna say?" Ms. Koontz glared at him.

"Seriously Ms. Koontz I do. If this is our last performance and all shouldn't we do something with more…I don't know style?" he said strongly walking down up to the stage.

Everyone was staring at him and he could feel it burn holes through him. And he loved it. Anyone who knew him knew that he loved the spotlight.

"like what did you have in mind?" she said intrigued with his directness.

"I don't know…I mean why can't we do something a little more bounce…how about best I ever had by drake" he said looking at the reactions of all the students. They looked surprised and disgusted. I guess they didn't really like hip hop music.

"Mr. Santos this is choir not hip-hop club" Ms. Koontz said shaking her head with a smile.

"no seriously…look I mean how many of you really like the music that you sing in this class…like would be caught bumping it in your car?" he said looking around and only one person raised her hand. Mitchie. She quickly looked around at everyone who hadn't and slowly put her hand back down awkwardly.

Tess looked towards Mitchie in her Alto section and nodded her head looking back at Andrew giving him a wink.

"Seriously?" Andrew said looking at Mitchie with a weird look crossing his arms infront of his chest.

"Well I mean…I like it…" she said her face turning red.

"Okay anyways we'll pretend THAT didn't happen and I'll give you this Ms. Koontz if I can compose and produce a good version that could be played in a week. Then we can do it in the final show." He said uncrossing his arms putting his hand out for a shake.

Ms. Koontz looked like she was in deep thought. She thought it could be good to actually get the students to start singing with passion, singing something they liked to sing instead of something they had to sing. And it would be a miracle if he finished composing a whole song for a choir from scratch.

"deal." She said shaking his hand and smiling.

" 'aight, deal." He said with a big smirk on his face it suddenly faded when he heard Mitchie protest.

"whoa seriously? He barely come into choir and now he can make the rules? It's pretty ridiculous right?" she looked around at her classmates who glared at her. "right…?" she said again softly not hearing anything she let her head hang walking back up to her place.

"what I thought….no passion." Andrew said his arms crossing again keeping his gaze on her. Mitchie stopped and turned around her hands at her sides stiff. "you know what I do have passion and I bet I can make up a song too that'll be better than yours." She said sternly putting her hand out to him.

"your on" he said liking the challenge shaking her hand. He liked the feeling of her hand in his. Her hands were soft yet he felt the small calluses on her finger tips from playing guitar. He liked the way her skin felt and he imagined her hands being somewhere else and he felt his pants get slightly tighter. He quickly let go and threw the thought out of his mind.

"well this is going to be interesting…" Ms. Koontz spoke feeling the tension between them.