Music, Ballet and All of the Above
disclaimer: i don't own naruto.
Chapter 3: Klutzy Actions and Craziness.
After lunch Tenten, Temari and I went our separate ways. I knew no one in my history class, so I stared out the window the whole time. But when I started walking to my eighth period class I got a little nervous. It's going to be weird having my older cousin for a teacher. With all these thoughts racing through my head, I didn't really pay attention to where I was going and I bumped into someone for the second time that day. My books were thrown all over the floor and I landed on my butt again!
"Oh great," my voice growled.
"That's twice in one day, Hyuuga. You should really be more careful," Sasuke Uchiha bent down and looked me directly in the eye. His dark eyes had such intensity in them. It was kinda creepy… but nice all at the same time.
"I … I'm sorry," I stuttered. Damn why am I stuttering again? I got up as fast as I could, but that only made me and Sasuke bang heads.
"Ouch… I'm sorry again."
"I didn't think you were so accident prone," Sasuke said. He was holding his head. I really hope that my hard head didn't really hurt his too badly. Sakura and Ino would eat me alive if it did. Hell they would eat me now for even talking to him!
"Yeah… my cousin tells me that all the time." I scrambled to retrieve all of my books. Unfortunately for me, Sasuke got to all of them before I did. Why was he being so nice? Did our heads bang together that hard?
"Hey, what class do you have next?" Sasuke stood up, holding all of my books in his arms.
"Music theory." His reply was a grunt and he started walking to the band room.
"Do you have that class too?" so sue me I was curious.
"…Maybe." Maybe? What kind of answer is maybe?!
"Well are you coming, Hyuuga?" He turned to face me.
"Ahh … yeah, I'm coming." His long strides were hard to keep up with because of our height difference. Surprisingly enough, I think he noticed and slowed down, which was weird. But I guess I can't blame every seemingly nice thing he does on the fact that our heads collided. It's possible that he can be nice … if he wants to be.
"Do you usually ignore people when they are trying to talk to you?" Sasuke's voice sounded very annoyed at this point. The Hyuuga seemed to ignore that fact that she was walking down the hallway with him.
"I'm … s-sorry what were you saying?" Why does he make me stutter so much?
"Are you related to the music theory teacher?"
"Yeah, she is Neji's older sister."
"Hn … must be embarrassing for him."
"Yeah," I laughed. What the heck is wrong with me?! That wasn't even funny! I'm so confused and my head hurts.
The rest of the walk to the band room was In silence. It wasn't one of those uncomfortable silences but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. At the door, Sasuke stopped and turned to me.
"Here you go." He pushed my books back into my arms.
"… Th… thank you Uchiha-san." When we walked into the classroom, all of the other students were scattered throughout the room.
"Hi, so glad you could make it," Isy's voice rang through my ears.
"Sorry, there was a problem in the hallway." I smiled at my older cousin.
"It's okay Hina." Isy turned to Sasuke." And you are?"
"Sasuke Uchiha." His voice sounded less cocky than usual. Hmm… interesting.
"Pleasure… sit down! I'm going to lay down the law of the land... or band room." I sat down near Temari as Isy continued to talk. "Okay you all can call me Isy but if another teacher comes in to monitor the class, as they sometimes do, it's Miss Hyuuga, got it?!" everyone in the class nodded and Isy began teaching.
"So then, the most common time signature is?" I opened my mouth to say…
"4/4" but Sasuke beat me to it.
"Yes… but what does it mean?" Isy raised her eyebrow at the class.
"There are four beats per measure," I smirked at the back of the Uchiha's perfectly spiked head.
"And … the quarter note receives one whole beat value," Sasuke finished. He turned around and smirked back at me. I was fuming. The nerve of that jerk.
"Very good little uchiha." Isy smiled at him and surprisingly the bell rang. My first day of school was over.
"It went way too fast," Temari said almost reading my mind. "I'll see you tomorrow." She hugged me and ran off to meet with her brothers I guess. I sat down in Isy's chair and waited for her to say something and luckily she did.
"I will meet you and neji at the car," she told me while she erased the whiteboard.
"Alright"
Leaning against the car I waited for my two older cousins. They were taking the longest time. and then all of a sudden I heard Neji's voice.
"I can't believe you would do this!"
"What else am I supposed to do Neji? I need to make money, and they offered me the job."
"But why here?! I have enough pressure to deal with without adding you into the picture." Isy looked shocked, and then her face fell. I watched sadly as she walked past me silently and Neji followed shortly after. I could tell he regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. If only life had a rewind button.
"I'm going to drop you off at the dance studio and then … I'll co-" Isy stared at the black Mercedes in her rear view mirror. "That's the bastard that cut me off this morning."
"Isy … your temper," I warned her, and Neji looked anxious about the situation. Isy stomped down on the brake and the car swerved to the right. The black Mercedes' passenger side window rolled down and a blonde man stuck his head out
"What's your problem yeah?!"
"Screw you!" Isy yelled back. She hit the gas even harder than she hit the brake.
"Was that really necessary?" Neji asked, holding onto the car door for dear life.
"…Yeah, have fun Hina!" Isy pulled to the curb and I stepped out with my dance bag on my shoulder.
I had a lot of free time on my hands, until dance class starts. After getting changed I sat down and rewrapped my toes. I did it with care, making sure everything was prefect. The door opened behind me and a ginger-haired girl walked in.
"Hinata! I was looking for you!"
"Sorry Ayame, there was a lot of traffic."
"I know! I was stuck in it earlier, OMG!" Ayame is the biggest girly girl you would ever find. We became friends back when we had our first dance class together. She is an amazing dancer. "But seriously, I have just heard the greatest gossip ever!"
"What?"
"You know the owner's son?"
"Yeah, he's the guy that plays piano for us."
"Yeah well this week is his last week, because he is going to college."
"We need a new pianist then, right?" It didn't really phase me that Jiro was leaving, or that we needed a new pianist. I am here to dance not look at the hot guy playing the piano.
"Yeah ... but the big rumor is that the new guy is even more gorgeous than Jiro. If that's possible." Ayame had her eyes closed and a blush spread evenly across her cheeks. I guess she was trying to picture the new guy. He must be something to look at if Ayame is this flustered.
"Is that all?" I asked pretending to be slightly annoyed.
"No ... he's in the rehearsal room with Jiro right now. That's why I was looking for you! Let's go!" Her blush disappeared and she grabbed my arm, dragging me all the way to the rehearsal room.
When we got there it was only us and Jiro. The gorgeous mysterious new pianist had left. Well that's what Jiro said when Ayame asked him. Apparently he was coming on Saturday to actually play for us. The other dancers started coming in after that. The new pianist was still the highlight of most of their conversations.
All the girls became silent exactly two minutes before eight. That was the way it always was, because we were taught by NATASHA! Natasha was a crazy Russian ballet dancer. And when I say crazy I mean awesome crazy and insane crazy. She's in her sixties now, so she only teaches the skills she learned in her youth. But she has always had her rules. We all must be silent and ready to dance when she stepped through the door. Our silence begins at two minutes before eight because Natasha always walked in at exactly eight o clock. And today was no exception.
At exactly eight o'clock Natasha walked in. Her grey hair was pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head and she held a long wooden cane which she used to correct the posture of her students.
Three hours later I was home. I survived through the sweat and pain of being taught by Natasha but I still didn't finish my homework. My first day of school was just plain crazy.
End of chapter 3
Ayame is another oc, I don't know yet if she is going to be important or just someone to be there. So thanks for the reviews and thanks for reading!
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