Well...This Is New - 17

Well...
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Paul. Acted weird. And not the good way. I found myself feeling stupider and stupider each time I looked at him. He was keeping his distance, very much so, and it hurt a great deal. I don't know why one moment he was touching me and marrying me on virtual reality games and the next it's like we're strangers...but I guess it's the game he's playing.
Speaking of playing...
I walked into singing class today, throwing down my coat and backpack, my attention completely caught by the drum beat rattling in my ears.
(Remember how much I love drums?)
I looked over and saw Mr. Andrews, playing an incredibly awesome beat, nodding and smiling at Jason, who was nodding too, arms folded with obvious approval.
Mesmerized, I hurriedly sat down, my seat just a few feet from Jason, and watched Mr. Andrews play.
Jason turned and saw me, and then turned back quickly, pretending like he hadn't seen. I just kept watching, wondering why I was having such bad luck with men. It didn't matter too much. I just kept nodding to the beat, smiling, my eyes following Mr. Andrews' drumsticks with interest.
Then, he stopped, and tossed the drumsticks back into their pocket, and stood up.
Jared turned around, and smiled down at me.
"Hey," he said.
"You wanna drum?" I asked, smiling back.
"I wish I could," he sighed. "If I were good, I'd love to drum."
"I want to learn so bad," I said, clenching my fists and closing my eyes. "I love the drums."
"Really?" He asked, plopping down next to me and leaning close, giving me his full attention.
"Yeah," I said softly, staring at my feet.
"Do you play any instruments?" He asked, but I thought he said "I don't play any instruments", stupidly enough.
"Me either," I replied, smiling.
His brows furrowed, and he smiled confusedly.
"Oh oh, I thought you said..." I giggled, and he grinned widely. "S-sorry. No. I don't."
"Me either," he chuckled. "But you should learn how to drum. You could get good."
"I dunno..." I looked down.
"I like your boots," he said, pointing to my brown cowboy boots that I adore so much.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, they're cool."
"Thanks, I got them for Christmas..."
"Cool," he grinned at me.
Then, for a few seconds, we just kept smiling at each other, his beautiful eyes sparkling.
My heart hammered.
He got up, stretching. It was time for class.
"Try drumming," he said. "You could be good."
"Eh, I dunno," I shrugged, and as he walked by, he touched my arm softly.
I looked up and smiled at him again, and he smiled back before sitting down.
I turned back, taking a deep breath.
"Emily," Jenny whispered. "Did you get my text?"
"No, why?" I asked.
"Look," she grinned mischievously, showing me her phone.
She'd snapped a picture of us sitting together.
I shrieked out loud, grabbing her phone and staring at it.
"Jenny!" I shrieked. "Oh my gosh!"
She just kept laughing.