"Um hey there, my names April" The girl said as soon as I opened the door.
"Sam." I mumbled.
There was a pause. Then she said:
"Oh my goodness! Your the guy who came 1st in the talent show to win a scholarship! Your guitar skills are amazing." she beamed. "I entered too, but came 2nd." she sighed "Which reminds me, there's a party tonight so if you're going to get some sleep in I highly recommend now."
"Oh, um, ok, I'll think about it." I said. Who was this girl to tell me to go to sleep anyway?
There was another pause.
"Hey, you know," she said in her shrilly voice which I had already started finding annoying, "we could do a duet. That would be so cool, wouldn't it?"
"Maybe." I said doubtfully. I had no intention of doing a duet with her or anyone else.
There was another painfully long pause as I waited for her to get out.
"O-kay then, I guess I better get going, huh?" she said, and opened the door.
"Yeah, I guess so too." I said and slammed it shut.
I couldn't get sleep, so I went to the practice room instead. Whenever I couldn't sleep, I practised on my guitar. I was disappointed to see that there was a girl already there, who was playing the piano beautifully.
“Oh. Sorry.” I said. The girl turned.
“No. It’s fine. I was just about to go anyway.” She stood up and picked up my bag.
“No, I didn’t know you were in here, you stay.”
“Seriously. Im going.” she walked across the room.
“My pleasure.” She called walking out the door.
I had this habit of vibe-reading since I was a child. Nobody taught it to me, I just knew somehow. I read the body language and the way people said things. There were horrible vibes, bad vibes, non-existent vibes...then, very rarely, there were good vibes. The girl that had come to my room had non-existent vibes. The girl I had just met had good vibes. She made me smile for no reason whatsoever.
I was about to take my guitar out of the case when I realized that I no longer felt like practising. The girl had been gone a minute. I followed the path that I thought she had taken, and caught a glimpse of long brown hair.
"Hey, wait up! Hello?" I called, a little louder than I should have. A couple of people in the hallway stared at me. I hated attention.
I caught up to her. She turned and smiled. She looked really pretty when she smiled. She had green eyes, I noticed.
"Hey, now I remember!" she said. "You're the guy who won the talent show! Sam Taylor, right?"
"Right," I said. "And you are?"
"Emma." she said.
"Nice to meet you, Emma."
"I thought you were going to practice?"
"Yeah, I was. But I decided that...um, that....that I wanted a tour of the school instead."
"Wish I could help you, but I haven't been here very long myself." Emma said.
"Well, then let's take a look around and see what we've gotten ourself into."
"Oh, all right."
We started walking.
"You play the piano really well." I said.
"Thank you! It helps that we have a really great piano teacher here. Plus, he's young and cute. Of course, you wouldn't be interested in that bit, unless..."
"I'm straight." I interrupted.
"You sure?" she smiled innocently.
I looked at her beautiful smile and right into her green eyes and said, "Definitely!"