*Holly's P.O.V*
"Here you go," I said, handing the sheet to a saxophone player. They smiled and I headed over to the clarinet section. I was giving a girl the sheet when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see this tall guy with shaggy brown hair and dull green eyes. He was well-built and flashing a charming smile at me. He seemed good-looking and strangely familiar, but not really my type. He was probably the kind of guy girls go nuts over. But still, I wanted to be friendly.
"Hey, I'm Ryan, and you may want to remember that for the future," he said and casually leaned against the wall. I mentally rolled my eyes. I hate the kind of guys that think looking "so cool" will impress me.
"Hi, I'm Holly," I said, smiling and giving a flute player the music.
"So, you're hot, and I'm available," he grinned. I was slightly taken aback by his forwardness, then I wanted to punch him.
"Excuse me? You gotta do better than that to get anyone," I said, brushing past him. He followed me to the brass section.
"Ok then, wanna go out tonight?" He asked, clearly pleased with himself.
"Um, no thanks." I said, giving a boy the sheet. When I turned around, his mouth was open and he was shocked.
"What did you just say?" He asked, obviously mad.
"No. I prefer people that aren't total idiots," I responded. He was fuming, but trying to control his anger.
"Fine, but just remember that I will have you." He turned on his heel and stalked off. I rolled my eyes. Dream on.
"What happened?" Niall asked, coming up to me.
"This annoying boy named Ryan who thinks stupid pick-up lines will work tried to get me to go on a date with him," I said, handing out the last sheet and going back to my seat. He followed me and smirked.
"So, let me guess, you rejected him and he got all mad because he's never been told no." I nodded, and he smiled.
"Good. He's bad news." He warned. I giggled and raised my eyebrows.
"Whatever you say, Daddy Horan," I teased. He grinned and I reached for his guitar.
"May I?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

*Niall's P.O.V*
She gently pulled it onto her lap and put it in position. She fingered the C chord and strummed it with her nimble fingers.
"So, how exactly do you know Ryan?" She asked, studying my guitar and tilting it left and right. Oh boy, this is gonna be fun. I took a deep breath.
"Well, you see, we–" I got cut off by the conductor hitting together two woodblocks, telling us to get ready for class. I was kinda relieved, and Holly thankfully let the subject drop. After ensuring that Holly knew how to actually play her instrument and that we were warmed up, he made us play the first three phrases in the music, and got frustrated with the clarinets when they didn't rest long enough. It seemed that we were waiting forever for them to fix their mistakes, and I was passing the time by cracking jokes. Holly was laughing and I was laughing along with her. When the teacher finally let us move on, he noticed it was almost time to go. He let us have the rest of the period to ourselves, and he went to his office. I waited for Holly to stand up and go make new friends, but she remained in her seat and started putting away her flute. When she was done, she sat back in her seat and looked at me. Apparently, she preferred staying with me.
"So, did you give me your phone number yet?" I awkwardly asked.
"Um, not yet. Hang on, let me get my phone," she dug around in her back jean pocket and pulled out an iPhone with an ocean case. She handed it to me and waited expectantly. I gave her my iPhone with the green case and she typed in her number while I did the same. We returned the devices as we were excused to leave.
"Time for lunch, Mrs. Creighton," I said with a wink, holding out my hand for her. She giggled and took it. We made a quick stop by our lockers to drop off our stuff and met up with the rest of the gang in the cafeteria.