Lost In Stereo -Jack Barakat

Chapter 4- A Daydream Away
Jack’s Point Of View
I stare out a window and let my imagination get the best of me. Music theory isn’t really that fun, I’ll probably need it in the future but my mind if running a mile a minute and I just need to think for a couple of seconds, or maybe just a few minutes. ‘Only a few minutes of class’ I think to myself.
For a couple of seconds we were holding hands, I’ll admit that I cannot stop thinking about Imogen, no matter how hard I try I just can’t stop. I keep staring out the window and let my thoughts battle themselves. I like her but she’ll never like me back.
I feel Alex nudge me and tell me to pay attention before the teacher tells me off. Apparently I was looking out the window for 25 minutes; she must think that I’m some kind of weird person now, great. I sigh and start writing out the chords to the song that the teacher has written on the board.
After she tells the class to hurry up [thankfully I wasn’t the only one that wasn’t paying any attention] she takes everything off the whiteboard and tells us to get a guitar from the back room so we can practice the song which needs to be perfect by Friday, which is our next music lesson.
I wait until everyone’s gotten a guitar so I don’t get ran into by careless people who only care about talking for the rest of class. I actually plan on passing this class like I have every other year, only because it’s the only class that I actually like in school. It’s easy.
Once I get my guitar I go and sit next to Alex, giving Imogen a smile as I sit down. She looks kind of lonely by herself. I sigh and read over the messy notes that I wrote down, not wanting to annoy her.
“Jack, are you okay? You look annoyed.” Alex asks me.
“I’m fine I guess, I just can’t concentrate.” I sigh, running my fingertips through the top half of my hair.
“Go and sit next to her then.” Alex suggests.
“I don’t want to annoy her.” I explain.
“You won’t. Now go before I embarrass you more.” Alex smirks and starts playing his guitar.
I walk over to Imogen, who’s already halfway through the song, and it sounds almost perfect.
“Hey um, could I sit here?” I ask her.
“Y-yeah sure.” She stutters.
I get my things and sit in the seat next to her. I pull out my book and place it onto the table, noticing that her hand writing is at least 10 times neater than mine but I did rush writing down my notes because I was staring out a window. I shake my head and start strumming at the cords on my guitar, trying to buy myself some time. I tune the guitar properly, unlike the douchebag that had it before me didn’t.
I start playing, hearing the now perfect notes coming from the person sitting beside me. Imogen plays everything right.
“That amazing.”
“Thanks.” She smiles at me, causing both of us to blush. Her fair skin doesn’t let her hide it so she goes back to playing. I smile to myself and then start playing properly, noticing that it’s now 15 minutes into 3rd period, which means we’ve got about 50 minutes left and I need to practice this now because when I get home I procrastinate like there’s no tomorrow and it just won’t get done until Thursday night when I’m half asleep.
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The bell rings, our teacher tells us to put our guitars away.
“Do you want me to take yours?” I ask Imogen.
“Nah it’s okay.” She gives me a weak smile and then we walk to the back room and then back to our tables to pack up our things.
Once we’re done, we walk outside of the class room to see Alex already standing there waiting for us.
“Sorry.” I mutter to him and we start walking down the stairs.
I notice Imogen panicking so I walk over to the side of the stairs that she’s on and walk next to her. Since the bell only went a few minutes ago everyone’s flooding the stair cases and shoving everyone around. She holds onto the railing on the side of the stairs and I stand on the other side of her so no one walks into her.
We reach the bottom of the stair case, and Alex isn’t standing there. He’s probably already walked to where we sit at lunch because he can be kind of impatient at times.
“Thanks Jack.”
“It’s okay.” I tell her and we line up in the lunch line. Today there’s pizza and salad. Everyone in front of us gets pizza expect for a few people. Imogen gets salad and I get pizza.
“We can go and sit at another table if you want; there are a lot of people where we sat before.” I suggest.
“It’s up to you.” Imogen says.
We walk outside and sit against a wall where there aren’t any people. I quickly text Alex to tell him where we are and then I start eating my pizza. Alex replies with something really stupid so I turn my phone off and shove it into my pocket.
“Hey what do you have next?” I ask looking at Imogen; she’s barely touched her lunch. Maybe she’s not hungry.
“I think I have philosophy next, what do you have?” She asks me and then giggles a little. “You’ve got sauce on your face.”
I quickly finish my slice of pizza and then wipe my face. “I’ve got chemistry next.”
“Okay cool.” She replies.
“Are you busy after school?” I ask her nervously.
“I don’t think so, why do you ask?” She replies, sounding almost as nervous as me.
“We could hang out at the park or something.” I suggest. “It’s only a two minute walk from here.”
“Okay,” she smiles, “I’ll just text my mom and tell her that she doesn’t have to pick me up.” She gets out her phone and quickly types something before putting it back into her pocket.
“So I’ll meet you out here after class?” I ask.
“Yeah sure.” She gives me a weak smile and then the bell rings.
“I’ll see you after class.” I say bye to her and then start walking to my chemistry class. I think Rian’s in that class with me.

Notes

I kind of forgot that I was uploading this story on here...oops.