Sweet Symphony

Chapter 3

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"Matthew, I'm claiming you again," Elizebeta practically dragged him to a table and threw him in a chair. She was nice sure, but way too crazy. After the teacher had given them their writing prompt for the day (in their creative writing class) Elizebeta dove right back into conversation. She asked questions about his hobbies, about life in Canada, and about his old friends, claiming she had a right to know since she was a new friend. He hoped he gave her answers that weren't too boring but she seemed interested enough. "So what are you doing after school? Me and the guys are gonna go to the arcade. I plan to annihilate Feliks at DDR and Gil wants to finally beat Rod at some game. Wanna come?" she asked. Matthew began to shake his head and her face fell a bit, "I have to go play my solo for Mr. Jones after school." Elizebeta grinned a certain sparkle in her eyes, "Oh an after school rendezvous with Mr. Jones." Her tone held something suggestive. Matthew stared at her mildly appalled, "That. Is. Too. Weird." Elizebeta just laughed, "Sure it is."

"Mattie, ready?" Mr. Jones was waiting for him by a practice room (instead of his office) a neck strap dangling from his seemingly strong neck. Matthew followed him into the room after assembling his own horn a curiousness biting at his mind, was Mr. Jones going to play? There was a glimmering saxophone lying across a chair, Matthew sat in the chair opposite that and waited as Mr. Jones closed the door and took his seat.

It wasn't anything like Elizebeta inferred it would be. It was just a teacher and a student studying music, nothing more. Nothing More that quick fingers on cool metal making wondrous music composed by Bach. Nothing crossing the boundaries. Nothing out of the ordinary, not really…

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"Have you realized that you talk about Matthew quite a bit?" Mr. Kirkland asked abruptly in the teacher's lounge. "Every break you talk about something that has to do with him. I find it a bit alarming and odd seeing as it's been going on for a fair few months now." Mr. Jones raised an eyebrow, he couldn't talk about Mattie that much, the kid didn't even do that much to talk of. "So? I used to talk about Gil just as much." Kirkland just shook his head, "Not like you talk about this child, this is different. It's seeming to be something like fascination with him." The Englishman put a hand to his forehead and sighed, "For Christ's sake and your job Alfred don't do anything improper." Alfred pouted, he was a hero and he'd never impose himself on a child like that. It was illegal and heroes didn't even think about being involved in illegal activities, even if the kid in question is cute.

When Alfred got home that evening he made himself a pot of coffee and did something rather unusual for him; he thought. Cap'n Kirk had a point, now that he thought about it, he really did talk about Matthew a lot, but only because the kid did ridiculously cute things. Ridiculously cute? Okay so that probably wasn't the best way to describe his male student, but it was true. Mattie blushed a lot and sometimes when he was really nervous he reverted back to speaking French. Maybe Arthur was right? Was he thinking of Matthew in indecent ways without even thinking anything of it? His heart sank; he was failing as a self proclaimed hero. He was doing something he shouldn't. Hopefully only Cap'n Kirk had realized.

"Look at him, he's pouting. He's supposed to be in high school and he has that mega pout plastered on his face." Elizebeta was laughing at Gil while he had his head lying on his crossed arms at the lunch table for the umpteenth time. Matthew knew why too, it had been nearly four months since he moved there and Mr. Jones still gave him loads of attention. Matthew felt a bit bad about it; according to Elizebeta before Matthew got there Gilbert and Mr. Jones had been practically like best friends despite the age difference. So in a way Matthew had unintentionally stolen Gil's best bud.

Mr. Jones disregarded his earlier thoughts of being too friendly as just being paranoid after talking to Arthur; which tended to happen whenever he talked to the English Literature teacher. He was close to all his students. Example? Gil. He was super close to Gil. Ramón liked to give him hell and argue, but in the end they both ended up laughing at how stupid their arguments got. Sometimes after school when Mr. Jones had music blasting from the wall mounted speakers in the band hall he and Feliks would dance together. See? All in all he didn't really treat Mattie any different. Truthfully he did almost nothing with Mattie besides talk to him sometimes by his slot or when Mattie had once a week lesson with him after school, and sure sometimes they ended up talking the whole time instead of actually going through with the lessons, but that was totally fine. Matthew was the best sax player anyways. They talked about stuff like normal band junkies: music, instruments and other nerd worthy stuff. They talked and laughed together like it was nobodies business because really it wasn't. They were close but it wasn't anything uncomfortable or compromising, just friendly.

"You really don't think there's anything strange between you and young Mr. Matthew?" Arthur inquired a few days later. Alfred shook his head negatively, "Not at all, chillax Cap'n, I don't even hang out with him like I did with Gilbert, and you never complained about that." It was true he and Gilbert used to hang out at his house and play video games all the time. "Well then, I suppose you're alright then. I just thought it was peculiar that you spoke of him so often there for a while." Alfred shrugged, "Well he is a new and that warrants a decent amount of chatter alone. So I gave him a bit of thought outside of what's normal but I assure you that things are fine." Even with Alfred reassuring him, Arthur still thought things were a tiny bit off. So in the last week his talks on break weren't always about Matthew anymore but still… he wasn't that sure about the situation yet.

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Matthew was lying on the floor of his room staring at glow-in-the-dark star stickers on his ceiling when his cell phone began to ring pulling him from his thoughtless reverie. He didn't bother looking at the call screen, he knew who it was. The only people that ever called him were his father and Elizebeta, and seeing as if his father wanted to talk to him all he had to do was open his bedroom door it had to be her.

"Eliz?"

"Hey Matt"

"Mhm?"

"Anyways, I was just talking to Gil and he totally just said something major!"

"Like what?"

"Well you know we've always been close so it's normal for him to tell me stuff, so he totally unloaded his mind today."

"Okay…?"

"So like he's always been a high and mighty attention craver but everyone knew of his relationship with Mr. Jones but we thought it was simple platonic bonding like brothers, and to Mr. Jones it was, but apparently it was a bit more than friendly on Gil's part."

"Ohhhh?"

"Do you know what he basically just told me?"

"Um… no?"

"He just admitted to liking another guy! Oh my gosh! He's at least partially gay! I knew it!"

"You sound like that's a good thing."

"Well it's only like super amazing! I've been waiting for this! I knew he had a thing for the teacher!"

Matthew of course didn't find this to be good news. Matter of fact he felt a little heavy hearted to know. So Gil liked Mr. Jones… so people really did have feelings for him.

"Matt?" Eliz's voice called him from the other side of the line.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think of Mr. Jones?"

"Like how?"

"Like do you feel anything mildly not appropriate for him?"

'No… I mean he's good looking I admit that and I love our weekly practice sessions but nothing beyond that."

"You sure?"

"Mhm, positive."

But the truth was he didn't have a clue. If he didn't feel anything then why was there this new ache in his chest?

A/N: Ta-da chapter 3 done. And I'm working on the fourth already:) Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are nice.