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You think about how excited you were before your first guitar lesson. How happy you were that you finally got to learn guitar properly, and not by just reading old books you only understood halfway. How excited you were to finally get proper tones out of your guitar you got gifted on your birthday by your brother. And now, after your first lesson, you feel nothing. Emptiness. Like you didn't know how to feel.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴
You think to yourself, once again.
Your english teacher, Mr. Thomson, who is also a music teacher at your school, just not for your class, offered to help you last week. He seemed to genuinely mean it. Even though his expression remained neutral, like most of the time, you could hear it in his tone that he was genuinely meaning to help. You liked him, he is a calm teacher and it's fun being in his class due to his attitude, so you trusted him and agreed to meeting him after school in his “office”, which was just the music class room. He treated his like his office nonetheless since he spent most of his time there anyways when not teaching.
It went good at first, really good even. Mr. Thomson was good at explaining and didn't seem to get frustrated by your mistakes, both of you chuckled here and then even, he is a really good guitar player and showed you some solos. He had a charming personality, which didn't quite fit his appearance, so it was a little unexpected. He was a better guitar player than you thought, you've never seen him play before so that was also interesting.
You had fun…until he came closer, a little too close. His leg and thigh pressed against yours. Continuing to praise you, telling you “how good you are” and that “you're special with this talent”. His hand laying on your thigh made your head go completely blank. Was this normal?
Maybe it's just his way of saying that you're doing good and that he's proud of you, because he did tell you that you were definitely more than just a beginner guitarist for your skills and knowledge. Maybe you were just overthinking this, he's just your teacher. Yet his words kept on echoing through your head.
𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴.
Just the two of you…while he was stroking with his abnormally large hand your thigh you-
“Y/N!”
a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Y/N, can you tell us the answer to 5b?”
Once again. It was the voice of a teacher, not Mr. Thomson’s, it was a bit higher than his. You looked up from your table, of which you didn't even notice you were staring at. You looked around the classroom once, everyone was staring at you, waiting for an answer. Mr. Crahan stood on the front, also expecting an answer. It seems like you forgot you were even in school, you were so lost in your thoughts.
“We're waiting.”
Mr. Crahan commented after some time, his voice flat and strong.
“I…don't know..”
You managed to get out quietly.
“Oh, why is that?”
You opened your mouth, only to get interrupted by him.
“Because you didn't listen, am I right.”
He raised both eyebrows and kept looking at you. You just nodded.
“Can anyone else solve 5b?”
His voice echoed through the room and you felt the stares from everyone else leaving you, now staring to the front where Mr. Crahan stood. You kept on staring at your blank paper. Was this all you've done the whole time? Staring down at your table? For one hour? What time was it even? You took a quick glance on your phone, 10 minutes left until this lesson is over.
Maybe you were really just overthinking this situation, Mr. Thomson is just trying to be nice…
After a while, the bell finally rang, ending the lesson. The silence broke and the room got louder with everyone standing up and packing their bags while Mr. Crahan kept on shouting the homework through the room. No one really listened to him or cared so you doubted asking anyone here would help you catch up. You also went to pack your stuff, which wasn't even much since you barely have done anything during the lesson.
It was finally lunch break, the only time outside of English lessons where you got to see your best friend, Joey. You two already knew each other since kindergarten and you were happy to meet him at this school again after not seeing him for years. You went to the spot you always met during breaks, which was way back on the school yard near some bushes and a small meadow where some students played soccer or something.
You could already see him sitting there, eating his lunch. You approached him, sitting down next to him once you arrived, throwing your bag to the ground.
“And, how was math with Mr. Crahan?”
He asked jokingly, already knowing the answer.
“Boring, as always.”
You huffed, exhausted from carrying around your too heavy bag.
Joey just chuckled.
“I wish you were in my math class. Mr. Pfaff is funny as fuck. Students were throwing pencils through the room and he threw them back every time they landed next to him. Someone even threw an entire pencil case.”
“Man i wish my lessons could be this fun. The only lesson that's interesting is english with Mr. Thomson.”
You tried to keep your tone neutral while mentioning his name. It felt weird saying it out loud now after that guitar lesson.
“English with Mr. Thomson? He's my music teacher. Compared to Mr. Fehn’s lessons he's fucking boring. I miss having Mr. Fehn as a music teacher.”
“Why isn't he your teacher anymore?”
“I don't really know, something something about having to teach a different class for some reason. I didn't get all the details, I just overheard a conversation.”
“I never had any lessons with Mr. Fehn really, just once in geography because a teacher called in sick, but that was long ago.”
“Why do you even find class with Mr. Thomson interesting? He's scary as fuck.”
You stopped for a moment, thinking about Joey's words. You didn't even really know why class with Mr. Thomson was better than with any other teacher. Maybe because he's actually good at explaining and willing to help. And almost the whole class stays quiet during his lessons, which makes it easier to stay concentrated.
“Hello?”
Joey asked, waving his hand in front of your face.
You must have zoned out, again. This was the second time today, if not even more. Maybe you were getting sick or something.
“Yeah, sorry. Mr. Thomson is just so calm and good at explaining stuff. In his class i don't really have any problems. It think he's also a little funny, but i don't think it's intentional…”
You let out a quiet chuckle and looked to the floor.
“... sometimes he says something, actually means it and is serious about it, but it's just really fucking funny for no reason. I think it's because he looks so scary and stays calm most times. He sounds so ironic sometimes and i think he doesn't quite notice himself.”
“I heard something similar from other students.”
Joey laughed.
For a moment both of you remained quiet, not knowing what to talk about now.
“You also take guitar lessons now with Mr. Thomson, right?”
Joey broke the silence between the both of you. Suddenly your head went blank again.
“I uh.. how did you find out?”
“Your brother.”
“You two hang out?”
“No, but i wanted to visit you after school on Wednesday but you weren't home and your brother told me.”
“Why didn't you just text me?”
“My mom took my phone away.”
“Damn dude. But yeah, i take guitar lessons now.”
“How is it?”
His question echoed through your mind.
“It's good. He has more personality than i thought.”
You managed to joke.
Both of you laughed again, until the bell interrupted you. Lunch break is over, and you didn't even get to eat your lunch. You were too busy with talking. Well, maybe you could eat something quickly while you go to your next class. It wouldn't be much but better than nothing. Only two more lessons left and school's over.
You and joey stood up from the ground and packed your stuff. Both of you had different lessons in entirely different class rooms, so your ways parted as you went on to go to your next lesson. Coincidentally english was your next lesson, with Mr. Thomson. You weren't sure if you were looking forward to it as you've been feeling odd the whole day every time he got even mentioned. But you were pretty sure it was just nothing, maybe you were just not used to being so close to him, in one way or another.