All Chapters of Dissonance and Harmony: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It's third period.  Band.  My most and least favorite class.  Most favorite because, well it’s fun (yes, band geek here).  My least favorite because of Carter Moore. Carter and I have a love/hate relationship.  I love him, he hates me.  Worst part is that we both play brass instruments (me: trombone, him: baritone) and, because our high school is so small, we sit next to each other.  The smell of his cologne mixes with the music everyday, but the chill temperature from him sometimes requires a winter coat. Ok, it’s not really that bad.  But it feels that way to someone who has had a crush on the same guy since middle school.

I follow Ryan into one of the soundproof rooms, watching the way that she pushes her hair over her left shoulder.  I wish I could run my fingers through it.  I love how her thick, coppery hair frames her face and trails down her back.  It didn’t help that it stopped right above her ass.  And those shorts were doing nothing to hide her curves.  Combine that with the low-cut green t-shirt that ended just shy of her shorts and I would have followed her anywhere.  I kept getting tantalizing glimpses of the dimples on her lower back.  I had to consciously keep my hands by my side to keep from touching her. Ryan walks into the soundproof room and leans her ass against a table on the far back wall.  I walk in and close the door behind me.  Trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, I say, “What’s up?”

I hear Ryan take a deep breath and sit up.  I’m trying hard not to think of her laying on her bed while I talk to her.  It will not help me focus on the conversation. “Go for it,” Ryan says. “Ok, question 1: Why do you like me?” I smile knowing that I'm throwing her question back at her. “Jugular, huh?” she says, wryly. “Yup,” I reply, smiling wider. “Well, you know that I’ve liked you for a while.  I was initially attracted to your looks.”

Once Ryan heads upstairs, I stand up from the table and readjust my pants.  My plan was to hug her the second I saw her, enveloping her in my arms and the warm scent of coffee and baked goods.  However, when she opened the door with her pajamas still on, I got a little unfocused. Her short shorts and tank top left very little of her curves to the imagination and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  I doubt that she knew how she looked or she never would have answered the door that way.   But after the story she told me last night, I couldn’t hug her for the first time with a raging boner.  So, tuck and cover it was.  Just something for me to think about later...      

I walk into second period English to have Ayo and Lucy wave me over to the seat they saved for me.  Lucy hugs me, bouncing on her toes. “I’m so happy for you!” she squeals. “Thanks,” I giggle.  I hold her shoulders down.  “Stop vibrating, will you?” “Come on, Ryan, this is HUGE!  This guy is basically all you’ve talked about since sixth grade!” Lucy says, swatting my arm. “Ouch!  Can I at least sit before you mortally wound me?” I smile at her.