What a coincidence. All of my classes were with Heather. Now we had orchestra. She was on the violin, me on the drums. We weren't far away from each other.
Hmm, I wonder if I'm going to get 101 questions. I groaned as I slumped through the coridoor.
"Jake, nice to see you've joined us." The conducter eyes me scornfully and I scowl at him. He shoots me a disapproving glance but I ignore it and continue walking slowly to my place. I see Heather's eyes on me. I sat down and shoved my bag on the floor and waited - not long - for the questions to come.
"So you like her? Does she like you? Did you get an answer yet?"
I tried to concentrate on the teacher, but all I heard was his drony voice going; Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Okay, go.
"Heather, what we gotta do?" I muttered, not letting my eyes wander over to her. I knew, though, from a peripheral glance, that she rolled her eyes.
"Page 42. Practise for ten minutes then group perfomance."
"Thanks," I mumbled, whipping out my music book. I set it out in front of me and began to play an even beat.