Fine Lines ~ Chapters 11- 20 Added
Joanne_8121:
I am so excited that my first class today is music. I didn’t have it yesterday and I was really looking forward to it. Only thing I that was bothering me was the amount of students in the class. There were only 4 of us outside the music building. No wonder they want to get rid of the music program here. I looked around at my fellow muso classmates but instead i noticed a strikingly sexy older looking guy coming towards us. He looked kind of cool and really hip. Arg, he’s the damn teacher. Sure he was probably over 30 and he had the whole teacher look about him, but he was almost too cute to be a teacher. I don’t know what it is about men with nicely framed glasses that make me swoon. Even guys old enough to be my dad! Why was I swooning over older guys anyway? Maybe because I lost my father figure and I was looking for another one? Actually i think I’m just naturally drawn to men who love and have a passion for music.
By the time the mysterious teacher unlocked all the doors another 2 dawdlers came to join the class line. Ah the oval room. Beautiful. I was so happy to be here finally. Piano, piano, show me the piano. Everyone was setting their bags down and grabbing an instrument from the back. I touched the top of the piano and tried to appreciate it. It was a tattered old thing, chipped and even inscribed. “Mrs Hoffman sux’. Just lovely, I thought sarcastically.
“Hello, hello, hello!” a young but deep voice said behind me. I turned around noticing the terribly gorgeous music teacher giving me a massive cheesy grin. I held up my hand and gave a short wave when he went on, “ Your new, I’m Mr Brockman, A.K the rock man or so my students call me,” he said coolly.
“I’m Abigail Greene,” Eeek! I cannot believe I used my full name. I never use my full name but I just blurted out. He grabbed his cream coloured folder and scanned the book with his finger and said,
“Yep, I see.”
“But everyone calls me Abby,” I said correcting myself.
“Great. I’m guessing piano is your instrument?” he asked.
“Yes it is, I haven’t played in almost a week, and I feel like I’m dying!”
“We don’t have a pianist or keyboardist, so we’ll be lucky to have you,” he said happily. “Take a seat, we’ll be warming up soon.” I sat uncomfortably at the piano stool when suddenly I saw Dylan come through the door. He’s late, … but he takes music? Maybe he didn’t have the rockmans glasses, but I guess he had the nerdy music genius thing.
Trumpet, trumpet. Has to be a trumpet. How wrong I was when he picked up a microphone stand. You have got to be kidding? Suddenly I imagined him sitting on the side of my piano singing a duet with me. I’m sure in my head I started humming ‘endless love.’ I snapped out of the short daydream to see Dylan looking at me. He grabbed his microphone and headed over,
“Oh great Abby, you take music? And you’re a pianist!”
“And a singer,” I said almost feeling like competition. He clasped his hands together and eagerly said,
“Ah, me too. Actually I have no musical talent with any instruments … just my voice.”
“How did you learn to sing?” I quizzed.
“Boys choir, church,” I guess I figured Dylan for a church boy; he was way too kind. I couldn’t wait to hear him sing. Deep down I really like him. Maybe I even like the attention from him; he always seems excited to see me and really falls all over himself.
Mr Brockman signalled the class to their seats near their instruments. There were other students tapping away at their picks tuning their strings. I watched the drummer tapping on the legs of his kit, and Dylan tapping his microphone to see if it was on. Here was me quiet as a mouse, unsure what to do with my instrument. I was almost scared to touch it, I was afraid of breaking the 100-year-old thing. The racket was so loud I don’t think anyone would even hear me touch the notes on the piano. The piano was in tune and the notes seemed to echo. I wanted to freely play, but I didn’t.
“RIGHT! Ya’ll be quiet now,” Mr Brockman said loudly. The class stood to attention and looked at him. Mr Brockman grabbed a guitar and sat on the side of his desk and pointed over at me with the head of his guitar.
“This is Abby, our new pianist.”
“And singer,” Dylan interrupted. Mr Brockman looked over at me and waited for confirmation. I nodded shyly and he continued,
“Okay, let’s see what you can do. The music is on top of the piano.” The song was fall at your feet, by Crowded House. Okay who picked the music? This is like 20 year old stuff. The teacher went on to say that this was our class song we were learning this week. I could join in if I wanted to after hearing us play.
The band started, I placed my hands on the keys and played the chords when it was my cue. The class stared at me, as if they had never heard the piano before. I smiled over at Mr Brockman who was looking really pleased. Dylan didn’t sing. Everyone seemed to suddenly appreciate that 100-year-old thing I was playing.
The class even drifted away when it came to the solo before the bridge. This was my piece; I felt relaxed and didn’t take my concentration off the paper. I noticed a leg on the side of the piano I wasn’t sure whose it was but the music had not stopped so I kept going. Once the song finished I looked up and it was the teacher standing near the side of the piano looking really satisfied. I felt a little light headed, and stayed silent as he said,
“ Outstanding! You play beautifully.” I was all queasy and funny inside. Yes he does remind me of my dad, my dad only compliments me like that. I looked over at Dylan who was obviously gob smacked because he had not sung a word. Instead he was smiling widely and looking really suprised.
We continued the class playing the song again and again. I was happy with the song by the end of the class; as long as I was playing I didn’t care. When the others left, I asked Mr Brockman whether I could play for 30 minutes when school ends. I knew I would go and see Justin after school if I got home early, but all I wanted to do was play.
Joanne_8121:
It hit recess time and I headed out to the courtyard to find Lia. I was wandering around the yard like a lost dog when I noticed Dylan come out with Tara. Oh no! What if they want me to sit with them before Lia comes? I don’t want her to think I ditched her. Dylan stopped by and said,
“Hey Abby, great playing today in class.” He smiled joyfully and I was naturally flattered. He smiled more and I felt my ego grow.
“So you want to head over to the benches with us?” Tara asked. I felt the pit of my stomach slump down because I was about to let them down. I knew that Dylan’s smile would diminish and maybe they would feel replaced.
“I’m meeting someone here, is it okay with your guys if I catch you at lunch,” I said apologetically. Tara shrugged, and Dylan kept his eyes fixated on me.
“Sure, not a problem,” he smiled. “We’ll meet you out here.” I waved a short goodbye and crossed the yard so they didn’t see me. She’s not coming. Just then I caught myself eyeing my reflection off the front office windows. It wasn’t til a second after I seen Lia sitting in the office. Ah, she’s in trouble. No wonder she’s late.
I headed into the office and shyly waved to her. She rolled her eyes and signalled me over. I walked over and sat beside her when I asked,
“Are you in trouble?” Her rolled her eyes again and started flailing about with her hands.
“Nope, I just want some money.” She whispered. I looked at her strangely and she answered before I asked.
“My name is Lia Avery, I guess you know who I’m related to.” She said. I gave her a surprised look, though I didn’t mean to. “Hey how bout you meet me at the back of the music building in about 10 minutes.” She finished.
“Okay, no problem.” I replied getting up off the lounge chair. I went out to the courtyard and headed over to Tara and Dylan lonesomely sitting on the benches together. There it was again, that ‘oh I’m so in love’ grin from Dylan. I thought I might as well spend the time with them since Lia was going to be 10 minutes.
“Hey guys,” I said greeting them.
“Abby, hi” Dylan eagerly replied. I wasn’t sure whether Dylan’s bubbly personality was annoying or just nice. But I always returned the smile back to him.
“So um, I know I don’t know you guys well or anything but it’s my birthday this weekend and I kind of don’t have friends to celebrate with. I was wondering if you guys wanted to go to have a bite to eat on Saturday or Sunday?”
“You consider us friends?” Tara asked.
“Well, yes.” I replied. I didn’t really know. I wasn’t sure whether Lia was really going to meet me or I was going to hit it of with her to have a birthday celebration, so I wanted to ask Dylan and Tara just in case I was left alone on my birthday.
“Well I’ll go,” said Dylan. I gave him one of them looks to say thankyou while I waited for Tara to reply.
“Well, I guess so. It depends whether it’s okay with my mum.” Like how old is she? Well sure we were only 16 but I felt older than my years to actually admit that I ran things by my mum first. Dylan changed the subject quickly to schoolwork and asking me about how I came to learn piano. I knew before answering I could talk about it all day. But I answered, “My dad taught me.” When I said that the bell rang. I was sure it had only been 5 minutes or less. Dylan grabbed his books and asked,
“So what class do you have?”
“”Maths,” I said screwing up my face. I was still undecided what I wanted to do, do I skip maths to be with Lia, or keep walking to my class.
“Maths? Cool. You know where to go?” he asked.
“It’s not about going, I hate maths! I am just no good at it,” I sighed. Dylan’s face turned and he replied,
“I’m great at Maths, I could tutor you, if you like?” Sure why not, it might a good way for us to know each other. Besides I was really bad at maths.
“Okay, when?”
“Let’s talk at lunch, I’ll see you later.” Dylan replied as he disappeared amongst the crowded hallway. I took a few steps back and turned for the corridor door to go back outside. I pondered whether I should be doing this, but I really did want to be one of the crowd, so I kept walking toward the music building when I saw Lia waiting there for me with 4 other people.
“Hey Abby!” Lia Called. Two other girls and two guys looked over to me. I saw the guys look me up and down and the other girls looked at me in a friendly way.
“Guys this is Abby, Abby this is Kayla, Syndel and these are the guys Christian and Rowie,” she said as I gave a small wave to each of them. I hadn’t seen the other girls before but I had seen one of the guys from music class. He seemed to recognise me, and nod my way as if to say, ‘look it’s piano girl.’
Joanne_8121:
We started exiting the school grounds as if it was a natural thing to do, and I couldn’t help but look back and check if a teacher or another student was watching. The angel side of me was screaming to go back, but I felt so cool amongst my new crowd. Lia walked beside me and reassured,
“Don’t worry, I will totally cover for you.” Heh! She’s probably right. After all she is the principals daughter. I almost sighed relief out-loud. We talked casually walking side by side as the rest of the crowd walked behind.
“You know the best way to fit in straight away is to find yourself a boyfriend,” she announced. “Christian has it so hot for you, he was telling me about the new girl in his music class. That’s you right?” She said. I felt blood rush to my cheeks and I looked ahead at Christian and thought, maybe? Just maybe … he sure was sexy enough.
“Really? Sure he’s really cute. But how do you fit in, do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.
“ Yeah sort of, but I’ve been wanting Justin something fierce for a few months now,” My cheeks turned red again, but not blushing. I was a little mad, but I had to play dumb,
“I thought you were a couple?”
“No, I tired pretty hard the other night. But he is a tough nut to crack. I tried the whole drunk girl routine and everything and tried coming onto him but I didn’t get anything.”
I felt the sudden need to gloat, and tell her that I was with him and we made out last night. But I didn’t. I simply smiled to myself and said nothing.
Lia and i dawdled and the other guys passed us and i noticed they were turning into a driveway. I didn’t know who’s house it was, but it looked like this where they skipped school. Lia said to me as we entered the driveway,
“This is Rowie’s house, his parents work til 5 … so were good to hang here.” When we got inside I felt really uncomfortable. Even though I sat with everyone else I felt a little out of place because everyone knew me the least. Christian came up to the lounge I was sitting on and sat beside me, and gave me a flirtatious look. I couldn’t hide the redness in my cheeks, I felt like putting a paper bag over my head because I didn’t want it to show. Wasting no time Lia announced,
“So lets do something, we got to kill like 2 hours,”
“How bout truth or dare? At least then we will get to know a little more about you Abby,” she said enthused. Everyone looked at each other, and we all unanimously agreed without saying anything.
“ Oh, oh … I have a good one. I’m first,” said Lia. She glared over at me and then winked. “ I dare Abby to kiss Christian,” My heart began to race and I thought, did she really expect me to? My heart felt like it was palpitating out of my chest as I looked over at Christian. Did I need to do this to be accepted? So many ideas were racing through my head when Kayla blurted,
“Now that’s getting to know each other Lia!” Lia giggled and gesture us to get on with it. I shyly grinned at Christian and didn’t really know how to go about it.
He sat there pretty still, because I was the one who was dared. I looked around at the others who murmured and giggled waiting in anticipation. I looked at him feeling really awkward how to lean into him to kiss him. Should I just peck him or should I show these guys I can be sooooooo cool? Christian’s eyes widened as I leaned closer to feel his breath on mine. I closed my eyes almost and almost shook my head in disbelief, because I couldn’t believe I was about to kiss a perfect stranger. I planned on giving him a short 5-second kiss, but when our lips locked, he drew his lips into mine and I felt there was no drawing apart from this kiss. It was like instant glue and I didn’t want to stop until he was ready to pull away.
Which he did after about 20 seconds with a blown away kind of look on his face. I smirked back at Christian and we turned around to the other guys who we forgot that were in the room. We both blushed as we watched them all sitting there with love struck looks on their faces.
After a few more truths and a few dares, and lots of talking, Rowie asked everybody if they wanted something to drink. Christian followed Rowie into the kitchen and the girls all gathered around in front of me. They were like dogs waiting to be fed. In this case they were waiting to be fed juicy details.
“So? You going to thank me girl?” Lia said. Thank her? For what? Embarrassing me? I guess she thought I liked Christian because I said he was cute. Gosh, I wished I had just bit my tongue and never admitted it.
“So he a good kisser?” said Syndel. I could tell by her face she was just dying to know.
“You guys haven’t played with these guys before?” I asked. There faces turned blank and the shook their heads. I grinned,
“Well, he was very tender, and the kiss was hot as hell,” I said. The girls could not contain their excitement and let out a few little shrieks and laughs. I felt accepted and I knew at that moment I was going to be one of the girls.
After finishing our drink we washed up and returned back at school just in time for lunch. I didn’t even hang with Tara and Dylan. I stayed behind the music building with my new friends. I even told Lia it was my birthday on the weekend, and she got so excited, telling me she was going to plan something. YES!!! After all I got what I wanted.
flyingpigeon:
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!
Joanne, I've been following this one since forever, but I thought I'd drop in and tell you how amazingly good it is. I -hate- writing, and you make me want to try writing a story. :D
AjiDivine:
Great story! Looking forward to more.
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