Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Four

As soon as Tori, Lexie, and I walk into the big choir room, I see Wesley talking with Mr. Hawthorne. Why is he in here? This is girl's show choir. He seems mad, talking with his hands, and his eyebrows low over his eyes.

Tori, Lexie and I sit in the chairs with all the other girls, and soon, all the girls are silent. We're watching Mr Hawthorne and Wesley's conversation.
Soon, they realize that they are being watched, and awkwardly turn to us. Mr. Hawthorne.

"Hello, ladies," he starts. "I am Mr. Hawthorne, and I will be your show choir director.." He pauses for a second, glances at Wesley, then opens his mouth to talk again. "This is my nephew, Wesley. And he will be in our class all year with us."

Wesley's cheeks turn a light shade of pink at that.

"Wesley will be traveling to competition with us, too," Mr. Hawthorne continues. "He'll work out our band, props, and backdrops. Wesley is gonna be a HUGE help with this show choir this year."

Us girls don't seem to know how to take this, so we don't say anything. After a second of silence from everyone, Mr. Hawthorne motions for Wesley to sit down. Of course, I have an empty seat next to me, so he sits next to me. Figures, right?

Mr. Hawthorne takes some time to explain everything, first day stuff ya know. After the class is over, we all file out of the classroom, and most of the girls are talking excitedly about the show choir season.

Wesley decides to walk with me again, to our lockers.

Again, I am the conversation starter. "So, you're Mr. Hawthorne's nephew?"

He nods slighty, as we dodge other students rushing through the halls. "Yeah, my mom's brother. They were really close, and I moved down here to get closer to the rest of the family."

I search for his eyes as we walk, but he won't look at me. Soon, we arrive at our lockers. We gather our junk and stuff it into our backpacks. We are about to go our separate ways before Wesley stops me from walking away.

"Hey Paisley.." He runs a hand through his black hair, and his cheeks turn a little pink. ".. You gotta phone?"

I nod at him, and slide it out of my pocket. I sure hope my cheeks aren't cherry red right now.

"What's your number?" Welsey asks, taking his iPhone out of his skinny jeans pocket.

I tell him my number, and watch his fingers tap on the phone's screen. Then, he tells me his, and I enter it into my phone as a new contact: "Wesleyy :)"

"Thanks." He looks at me, and grins. I can't help but smile back at him.

"Backatcha," I reply, grinning.

He turns around and walks toward the school's back entrance, and I turn the opposite direction to the front entrance. I'm still smiling, holding my phone in my hands. Soon, Tori joins me and we walk out to the front of the school together.

Sorry, slow chapter. :/