Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ His Rhythm, My Melody ❯ His eyes and his smile ( Chapter 1 )

It's the first day of school of my junior year. I'm seventeen; I had a birthday in January. It's 7 a.m. and I am so tired. It's not too hot out yet with sun shining behind a few clouds.

 

I had just pulled up to the school, parking my white Grand Am. I was dreading the first day, but glad to be back for band. I was happy to hear that our *bitch for a teacher* was fired and we were having a new band director. All I know is his name is Mr. Parker and he's new at teaching. Band happened to be my first hour and I pray to God that he's better than Her.

 

I came to school early to find my locker and make sure I knew where all my classes were. I step into the school and I see on of the football players had already arrived. Of course, he looks at me weird. I'll say now, I'm kind of a band geek (if you want to put a label on it). My only friend is Cody Dickens, and he's not really a friend, more of a band companion. Cody plays saxophone, and he's cooler than I am, but not popular (far from it). He's one of those guys that are friends with most of the band members.

 

I finally get to my locker, number 322, in the English hallway. I put my bag in, after taking out a pen and notebook. I make my way around the school going to all my rooms. This year, I took: band, foods, algebra 1, world history, English 3, housing/interior design and music appreciation.

 

When I was done wandering around, I headed to band early. It was 7:45 and there were a lot more students arriving. I reached the band room at the end of the school and saw a few people ready for band. I picked out my so called friend and he smiled, walking towards me.

 

“Hey, man, you met the teacher yet?” Of course, no hi, just starts the gossip.

 

“No, just got in here. What's he like?” I asked curiously, slightly nervous.

 

“I think the word for him is `weird'. The girls think he's hot, but he's a little strange.” He sounded serious, not joking.

 

“Oh,” I paused, “better than the last teacher, I hope.” I ended with a smile.

 

“Definitely,” he looks behind me seeing a flute girl, “talk to ya later.” With that, he leaves me there alone, as usual.

 

I get a chair and a stand and set up for class. I get out my clarinet (I grabbed it out of my locker when heading to my first class) and started putting it together. I sit there quietly, waiting for class to begin. It's 8 o'clock now, ten minutes from the bell. Almost everyone is here now and is setting up.

 

The bell rings and everyone finally settles down. I look up at the front of the room and see our new teacher walking up to the podium, stepping up onto the platform. He has a stack of papers in hand and places them on the podium.

 

The girls were right; he was an attractive man, and . . . . young. He has straight black hair, touching his shoulders. His eyes are green, and has soft features with light skin. He's probably 6ft and he had a muscular look, but he's not buff. He had a sad, gloomy look to him as well. He wasn't smiling like most new teachers do.

 

“Hello, my name's Mr. Parker, I'm going to start by calling roll, and then I'll pass out the syllabus and go over our goals for marching season.” He called everybody's name, going in alphabetical order.

 

He calls my name, “Zachary Michaels?” I raise my hand, “Here.” He eyes meet mine and my heart races. He looks at me for a second and then moves on, looking back down. I noticed that every few minutes he runs his fingers through his hair away from his face.

 

He finished talking and we still had 10 minutes left till the bell. Everyone was visiting and I sat there quietly, until I heard my name. I looked up seeing Mr. Parker had called my name and is looking at me with his intense gaze.

 

I stood up, placing my clarinet on my chair, and walked over to him. For some reason, I felt nervous, my stomach feeling weak.

 

“Zachary, I hear you're a good musician.” He keeps looking at me. I felt like the words are stuck in my throat.

 

“Yes.” I say quietly, focusing on my hands that are held together in front of me.

 

“I'd like to hear you play,” I look back up at him, “would you stay after school and play for me?” His voice is soft, but he has a cold look.

 

“Umm…yeah, if you'd like.” I say shyly.

 

“Do you play any other instruments?”

 

“No, but I want to play the piano.” I like him; he's easy to talk to, easier than Cody.

 

“You want me to teach you? Piano is my primary instrument.” He says this with excitement, slightly smiling.

 

I smile, “Yeah that would be great.”

 

“Alright,” he smiles at me, showing his perfect white teeth, melting my heart. “I'll see you after school.”

 

“M'kay.” I smile, blushing, and head back to my chair to put my things away.

 

The rest of the day is just as simple. We go through the rules and goals in each class. I'm in my last class, Music Appreciation, and I start to feet antsy. The bell finally rings and I walk, almost run, to the band room.

 

I walk through the doors seeing Mr. Parker waiting for me. He already has a chair and stand out for me and he's sitting in a chair placed next to mine. I sit down and get out my clarinet, putting it together slowly.

 

“You don't have to be nervous,” I laugh and apologize, “don't pay attention to me. Play you heart out.” He smiles at me and I smile back.

 

“Start with the chromatic scale and then play a piece you like.” I take a deep breath and start. After the chromatic scale, I play a song called Exactly Like You, played by Benny Goodman (famous clarinetist). When I finish, I look at him and he looks totally amazed.

 

“Wow,” he keeps looking at me, “I have definitely never heard a high school student play so beautifully on a clarinet.” I know by now, my blush is probably worse than before.

 

“Thank you.” I whisper.

 

“Would you mind if I gave you a solo for our field show?” He asks.

 

“Umm…..I guess not.” I laugh.

 

“Great. You are very talented. I hope to see you major in music in college.”

 

I smile, “Oh, absolutely.”

 

“You can go if you want and I'll see you tomorrow morning.” He stands, I do the same. “Yeah. Okay…” I put my clarinet away and head for the door.

 

“Thanks for playing for me.” His eyes look soft when I turn and look. My legs go weak.

 

“Anytime.” I wave bye and he waves back.

 

When I'm walking to my car, I can't get the feeling to go away. I don't know what it is, but it feels good and….weird. I start my car and I feel great. The kind of great like when you get out of the shower or go for a run or have a nice long sleep.

 

I head home thinking about Mr. Parker's soft look and radiant smile.

 

Yaoi-Freak1990 - I know, I know, I started another story. I was in the mood to a music story. See, I play clarinet and I have always wanted to see someone right a teacher/student story to do with band. I can't seem to find one. So, I wrote one! ^^ I already have the 2nd chapter written, just have to type it. Well, review and let me know how I did!!! Thanks.

Another thing, I have written some on the next chapter to Unnatural Love and will hopefully finish it tonight. Yay! But, I won't be able to put on until after this weekend, not sure yet. Well, I'll see what happens. BYE BYE!