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The music department in on the first floor, so as we walk, Grace asks " You never knew I was in your french class did you?"
" Um, no actually... you're really good at french by the way."
She smiles, looking slightly awkward, " You think? I used to go to France every year on holiday and my mum lived in France for two years, so she's really good at it....you pick it up I guess..."
We start to climb the stairs, " I didn't know you wore glasses either. You weren't wearing them the other day when I..."
"When you flattened me?" She cuts in. I blush, feeling stupid. I glance at her nervously,
"Yeah... sorry about that..." She bursts out laughing, her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. " It's totally fine! Yeah I had my contacts in, though I really don't like them. They're a serious pain in the ass. I had this drama practice thing." she says as we reach the top of the stairs.
I've never really been in the music department before now, the only time being to retrieve my bag from one of the small music rooms after Aiden had stolen it and thrown it in there last year. Two minutes before a lessons was about to start. A lesson which was on the other side of the school.
" I'll just ask Sir to unlock the room, just a second." She leads me to one of the small rooms and heads off down a short corridor, leaving me waiting by the locked door. I hear her talking to someone and then she comes back, followed by Mr Harrison, who is holding a big bunch of keys. " Oh hello, who's this then?" he says, speaking to Grace, but looking at me.
" This is Frank. We're just going to chill in here if that's okay with you sir, maybe do a bit of homework or something." Grace laughs, her eyes shining. I stand awkwardly, feeling a little left out. Mr Harrison unlocks the music room door and pushes it open for us. " There you go guys, happy chilling" He turns and heads back down the corridor to his office. Grace rolls her eyes at me and throws her bag into the small, soundproof room. I follow her, shrugging my bag off my shoulder. Grace locks the door behind me, " I always re-lock it, just so no one tries to get in. I always hate it when stupid twelve year old kids decide it's hilarious to push each other in here, trying to disturb me." She crosses over to where a drum kit lies in a heap in the corner, grabbing the stool and sitting on it. I sit down on the piano stool, resting my elbow on the polished wood lid.
"Do you see why I come in here all the time? It's great, I can just relax, do whatever I want. Mr H is awesome to trust me so much. He knows I care too much about instruments to break them."
I nod, " Yeah, he seems like a pretty cool guy. You seem to have a little crush on him by my reckoning..." I receive a swift slap on the head from Grace,
" No I don't! Ew!" she cries, flapping her hands, and we both laugh hysterically, Grace almost falling off her drum stool and into the snare. It feels good to laugh, good to be myself for once. Once we've stopped laughing, she digs around in the pocket of her dark blue skinny jeans and pulls out her Ipod, unwinding the headphones and offering one to me. It amazes me that hers aren't even slightly tangled. Mine look as if they've been through a washing machine. Well...they have...
We spend the next half an hour listening to music, and I'm really happy that she actually has some decent stuff on there. " Whoa.. why the hell do you have this on here?" I exclaim upon finding an awful pop album. " oh, that. Well....sometimes my friends want to listen to my ipod and they say my music sucks, so I have to put that on to shut them up. I hate it personally. it's total crap." I breathe out a sigh of relief,
" Oh thank god, you had me worried there!"
The bell rings loudly over our music, and we reluctantly grab our bags and unlock the door. "What have you got now?" I ask as we trudge down the stairs once more. Grace hitches her glasses a little higher, then looks at her timetable, " um....drama I think. You?"
" English."
" Oh joy, I feel sorry for you." We pause as we are about to go our separate ways," Same place tomorrow yeah?"
" Definitely. See you later" I wave and she waves back, heading off towards the drama studio, her ponytail swinging left and right. I can't help smiling to myself as I wait outside english, it's so weird that I actually have someone I can call a friend.
My happiness doesn't last for long though, as soon enough, the rest of the class arrive, all chattering loudly to their friends. " What do you look so happy about Frankie? Isn't it a bit unusual for you to be smiling? Surely that must hurt? Don't worry, I'll wipe that grin off your face for you" it's Noah, who swiftly shoves me into the wall opposite. It takes me by surprise, all the air is knocked out of me as I hit the wall, the light switch catches my cheek, leaving a large scratch. I put my hand to my face and see tiny droplets of blood on my fingertips. " That's for landing me in it in maths yesterday. Watch it, freak." Noah smirks as he enters the classroom. I wince and fight back the tears that are threatening to fall, I wipe my cheek and stumble after my class, wishing I could just curl up and disappear.