*Holly's P.O.V*
I wasn't paying attention to the teacher's lesson. Instead, I was staring off into space, thinking. That strange/cute moment with Niall was on my brain. Does he like me? That question kept running through my head. He was one of my best friends, and I wanted to keep it that way for now. It was way too early to be thinking about that. Besides, I still had my ex-boyfriend to worry about; I'd left California with my mom, dad, and sister four months after we'd been together. Flashes of images briefly ran through my brain. I saw the bright lights of the club, and him telling me that he was going to go get a drink. I heard the loud music pulsing through the speakers and the high-pitched chatter of the people. Afterward, the sight of him, his eyes dark and brooding, and his muscles clenching made me inwardly shudder.
"Mrs. Creighton?" Mrs. Roberts came swooping over to my table like a hawk in attack mode, jolting me out of my thoughts. She was literally looking down at me, a frown on her face.
"Yes?" I nervously asked. If she expected me to answer something, I was dead. Niall shot me a sympathetic look.
"Would you care to answer my question, unless you weren't paying attention," she said, tapping her foot.
"Umm," I craned my neck to look at the board. There were equations and a few charts all over it. Behind the disapproving teacher, Niall pointed at a drawing of a cylinder, and mouthed, "Volume." Oh! Ok, I get it now. I mentally made the calculations in my head.
"Forty-seven," I confidently answered. Mrs. Roberts was surprised, but she quickly regained her composure after probably mentally deleting her stern lecture she'd planned and she went back to the board. I silently high-fived Niall across the aisle. For the rest of the class, I made sure to pay attention.
The bell finally rang, and I had to go to band. Niall walked with me to my locker as I got out my flute case. "So, what do you have?" I asked him as I shut my locker.
"The computer system messed up my choices, so I guess I'll tag along with you and see if they need a guitar player," he shrugged and followed me to the band room. I was greeted by the director and told to sit anywhere for today. As for Niall, he let him sit wherever he wanted. I took a seat and he immediately sat next to me, a guitar case in his hands. He gently took it out and laid it on his lap. I could see it was his most prized possession, judging from the way he lovingly stroked and tuned it.

*Niall's P.O.V*
I saw Holly looking at my guitar as I tuned it.
"You must really love that guitar," she remarked, setting up her flute.
"Yeah, my mom got it for my twelfth birthday. And I've had it ever since," I said, lightly strumming it. She smiled with a look of approval on her really pretty fac– what am I thinking?! No, no, no, no! Control yourself Horan! She is your new best friend, whom will remain your best friend. I mentally scolded myself. When I looked back at her, she was warming up her flute by playing a B-flat major scale. It sounded clear and high.
"So what did you really have before the computer decided to mess up your choices?" She asked, setting her instrument down. I instantly felt my face heating up.
"Oh, um, I, uh, chose. . . chorus," I said, turning all my attention to my guitar. It was silent for a few moments, and I finally looked up at her. She was smiling at me.
"That's cool, I wanted to do that too, but I also wanted to do band," she said, her hair gliding off her shoulders. I let out a deep sigh of relief. Whenever I'd tell anyone that I loved singing, they'd go away with a weird look on their faces. Everyone expected boys like me to play football and despise anything that has to do with singing. Kinda like High School Musical except that instead of basketball (which I don't know how to play), it's football, I don't do acting that much, and I'm not tall. Plus, we don't break out in song every five minutes; that's the Drama club's job. We were interrupted by the conductor asking Holly to pass out some new music.
She apologetically smiled and got up. Just then, I saw Ryan Skinner stroll in and I frowned. Why was he here? He usually skips school at this time. He was the type of boy that girls swoon over and a player, and I was immediately worried about Holly. Would she fall for him and get her heart broken? I don't want her to forget about me and the boys. . . I thought, nervously biting my lip and watching Holly as she made her way around the room. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of her and he ambled over to her. No no no! I frantically screamed in my head. He stopped her as she gave a sheet to a clarinet player and she turned to him.

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