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"Can you believe it?" I asked Caitlyn for the hundredth time.
"Yes. yes I can," she said.
"I mean, Tess and Jake. Wow,"
"Mitchie, Tess is a bitch. Maybe she's using Jake to make Shane jealous"
"As if," I scoffed, "Shane hates her"
"Precisely. Or maybe, she's trying to move on,"
"Maybe," I said, and went back to my homework. Shane was at his mother's house. He texted me about a half an hour back, telling me how excited he was to put in the first participation grade in the gradebook.
I was so happy for him, and happy for Nate and Jason too.
Well, not so much for Jason. The last I heard of him was a number of football players chasing him because girls were absolutely in love with him.
Guess not everybody knows that he's gay.
I sighed, and looked at the screen on my laptop. Shane had emailed all his students an information form about our final already. Our final was composing our own melody and presenting it to the class on an instrument.
"I never thought he'd be so strict," I said out loud.
"People change when given authority," said Caitlyn.
xXx
The next day, I was released a little late from Math, so I had to run to the music room. I made it just in time, and took my seat next to Nate.
"Hello class," said Shane.
The class greeted him back, and Shane cleared his throat.
"Now," he said, "I know that a lot of you are quite surprised and mad about the final form sheet I emailed to you all yesterday. You all are puzzled because finals are still afar, and you don't want to think about them yet. But let me tell you. As a professional musician, composing is not as easy as expected by many. it requires lots, and lots of time commitment. And as I know that a lot of you want to devote the time you have at home to homework and social life, I decided to let you all work on this in class. Yes, you all will be getting class time to work on your final. Sounds fair enough?"
The whole class cheered for Shane's generosity. I myself was happy. Class time work meant Nate's help, which was good.
"Start working," said Shane, and took a seat on the desk.
I grabbed a guitar, and was about to sit next to Nate, but Tess beat me into it. So I looked for someone else, and spotted Jake, sitting all alone.
"Hi," I said, walking up to him.
"Hi," he smiled back.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Of course not," he said, and we sat down together.
Pretty soon, we were both laughing at his attempts to play the flute properly.
"My dad used to play the flute," he said, between laughing, "I thought maybe he passed the gene along to me"
"It looks like he decided to keep it to himself," I said, which caused us to laugh again.
"Enough about me failing," he said, "What have you got?"
"Guitar," I said, stating the obvious.
"No way," he said, feigning shock, "I would've never guessed"
"What can I say, I'm full of surprises,"
"Okay. Start playing," he said seriously.
"Yes master," I said in monotone, which caused me and him to start giggling again.
I played a little melody I had thought of, and when I was done, I looked up to see Jake looking at me seriously.
"What?"I asked.
"You're holding it wrong," he said, and moved closer to adjust my arms.
"See?" he asked, "Just a little tweaking to your arm position can cause a huge amount of difference. And you need to work on paying attention to your fingers. I know you're not new to this, judging from your attitude to guitar, but you need to make sure that they are right where they are supposed to be"
"You play?" I asked.
"A little," he said.
"You know, that's what Shane says too. But apparently he doesn't. Spill it boy. You play a lot. But then, why are you choosing the flute?"
"I wanted to play a new melody as a tribute to my dad's death,' he said quietly.
"Oh," was all I said.
"Yeah," he said, "Anyway, do you want to play it again?"
I nodded,and pretty soon, he was back to being the smiley boy again.
We both took turns playing our instruments, and then, the class ended.
Shane walked out with everyone to wish everyone to have a good day.
While Nate and I were putting our guitars back, he whispered, "Next time, can you please hurry up? I feel like all I did this period was try to figure out what Tess's cup size is. That girl shows a lot,"
"Nate," I said, whacking him.
"Hey! In my defense, I'm a guy. And I figured it out. She's a D cup," he said, and walked out. I was walking out too, but then I felt Shane pull me inside and push me against the door.
"Shane," I said, moaning against his lips on my neck.
"Do have any idea how hard it is to not to take you in class?" he said.
"You're kinda doing that right now," I said.
"I am, right?" he said, and attacked my neck again.
I moaned, and brought his head up to my face, so I could kiss him.
He pulled back, and whispered in my ear, "You and that blonde guy seemed to be pretty close today"
"That's Jake," I said, "And we were just having fun with our instruments. He gave me so much constructive criticism that I improved a lot"
"Mmmm," he said, "And he was sitting a little too close to you"
"He was just adjusting my fingers right,"
"I see,"
"Wait a minute. Shane, are you jealous?"
"No,"
"Yes you are,"
"I'm not,"
"Well, then you're mad because he gets to sit close to me during class and you don't"
"I can't argue with that one."
"I love you," I said, looking in his eyes.
"I love you too," he said.
"I need to go," I said, "Cait's waiting for me"
"Wait," he said, "You wanna go out with me on Friday night? I heard that there is this awesome Italian restaurant that just opened up"
"I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world," I said, and then I walked out, with a smile plastered on my face.
xXx
Dinner with Shane was beyond amazing. He was a perfect gentleman (as usual), and didn't even get pissed at the waiter who kept on flirting with me.
In fact, all he did was laugh. I giggled at him.
He drove us to the beach, and we walked barefoot on the sand.
"The moon looks pretty big from here," he said, intertwining my fingers with his.
"It does," I said, and slowed my pace.
"Why are you slowing down? he asked.
"Because I want this moment to last,"
"I love you,"
"I love you too," I said. We kept on walking in silence.
"Mitchie," he said, "Remember when I told you that when we have sex, I'm gonna decorate the bed and all that stuff with rode petals, right?"
"Yes," I said nervously.
"And I just realized that that never happened,"
"So? I said, "All that matters to me is love"
"Well, I was thinking that you and I could rent a beach house that is towards the edge of the beach, and spend some time there. You know, like, you know what I mean,"
I stopped. A whole night with Shane in a beach house?
"I don't think that this is a good idea," I said slowly, "I mean, I'm sure I can arrange spending time with you, but paparazzi are everywhere Shane. If they get a single idea about you and me spending time together, then things will become scary. I mean, the last time they were hounding for me in this town was when I was away. But this time, they won't leave us alone, and then there is school too,"
"I understand," he said, and kept on walking.
I stood there, watching him walk.
"Shane," I said. I knew he was disappointed.
"I'm sorry," I said, not knowing what to say.
He turned around and said, "What are you sorry for?"
"I don't know," I said.
He walked up to me, and put his arms around my waist and said, "Listen. I don't care if we ever have sex again or not. What really matters to me is you on my side"
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EnchantixTracy: I'm pissed. Like, REALLY PISSED.
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EnchantixTracy: It's me.
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