Passionate Flutes (Rea)

Rea always seemed to make a fool of herself when no one was around. Sometimes it was something she was very thankful for, because if the rest of the school knew Rea wasn't as composed as she always seemed then not only would she probably be teased about it but it'd be another thing for girls to point out when they were glaring at her from afar. She picked up her phone and stood up, brushing off her knees as she recollected what she tripped over. Looking back, she grunted. There was nothing there.
Of course, to add to her own amusement, she had fallen over the misplacements of her own two feet. How could a dancer be so clumsy? She was thankful her sister wasn't there, since that would've been a big source of amusement for her.
The girl had been wandering in the halls in a section that she never really visited. Sure, she wished she could play piano, or wield an instrument, but she learned to be happy with what talent she had. The brunette looked down at her paper, the locker number and code etched messily across the front. Rea grumbled, pushing back her long silky locks of dark brown. The whole reason Rea was in this situation was because she needed her history book from a friend, who in turn left it in their locker. Her ears caught an attractive noise, some kind of instrument. She couldn't help but be curious and creep towards the sound. Opening the doors to the Music Hall, her stunning baby blues found the source and stared in awe for a moment. Not because of his looks (well, partially because of his looks) but because of the twittering sound of the flute that stung the still air. Stepping forward, the girl tried to get a closer look to him as the last note descended and evaporated in the heavy atmosphere. Her hand reached out, resting against what she thought was a solid source. Of course, her luck being evident, she started to sway. As she looked over, she did her best to save the some of the music stands from clattering to the hard cold floor.. But this being a very unlucky day, the sound of metal against metal shattered the air. Rea swallowed heavily, looking from the fallen few music stands to the boy. She knew the acoustics were perfect in the room then, understanding how his notes had drifted.. The loud noise hung in the air much less eloquently than his music had. She reached down, doing her best to stand them back up. When she got the stands in a straight up position, she glanced over, her eyes staring, waiting to hear what he said. Her fingers nervously checked her outfit. One hand stiffly stuck in the pocket of her skinny dark denim Frankie B jeans and the other tugging at her chiffon cream colored strapless baby-doll top and her miniature worn leather bomber jacket.

She smiled lightly when he offered she didn't need to ask. He was pretty sweet for a guy at Harriman. " I was actually really hoping you would. None of my other friends really have time..." The brunette trailed off before sighing and scratching at the back of her head. "You're so helpful. You've already save me from failing history and now you're going to save me from failing math?" The brunette displayed her book a little when she said history, feeling like a joking tone was much better than a serious once. She pulled out her Iphone and held it out to him. " Next step, all you need to do is give me your phone number." The sophomore smirked and unlocked the phone so he could dial in his digits.

She saw the confusion flash in his eyes and slight embarrassment ran through her for a moment. She was thankful for the understanding. A failed joke was the worst thing that could happen to girls ego. The brunette pushed her bangs out of her face and nodded. Another surge of embarrassment."Hah. What can I say, I get what I want." She mumbled, her smile growing as she took back her phone. Her fingers moved fast, checking the number and name and saving it quickly. When he suddenly bolted off she nodded a goodbye with a light wave and turned, walking the opposite way. Yes, she'd definitely be calling him.