So there I was, sitting on a hill back on campus, sipping from a venti mocha frappuccino and making small talk with the guy I'd had a crush on for almost a year now.

Go me.

"So what do you do in your spare time?" The beautiful goth beside me asked.

"I have dance class three days a week." I replied, smiling softly. "I've been dancing since I was three."

"Wow...that's some dedication." He replied, astounded.

"You have to be dedicated, as that's the only way you ever get better at dance." I said calmly.

"My sister dances." He said to me.

"You have siblings?" I asked.

"Yep. Two little demon twins." He said, smiling.

"I only have half-siblings, and they live pretty far away." I replied.

"Really?" He asked, turning his head to face me.

"Yes, three of them, two boys and a girl: Emery, Lian, and Eris." I explained, looking into his crimson eyes.

He merely shook his head and looked forward again, letting a comfortable silence fall between us. I set my Starbucks beside me and let out a sigh, flopping back onto the grass and closing my eyes.

"You okay?" I heard, and I opened my eyes to find a pair of crimson eyes, crimson bangs, and pearly white teeth filling my line of vision.

"Yeah." I replied.

"When exactly is your next class?" Raz asked curiously.

"Two forty five." I answered.

"You do realize it's two forty, don't you?" He asked.

"Mmm...ye...huh?" I asked, and my eyes widened to epic proportions.

"Yep. You have five minutes." He replied, smiling brightly.

"Sadist." I murmured, glaring at his ever widening grin.

"Sue me." He replied cheekily. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Yeah, Li and I are staying in my dorm tonight and watching old movies." I replied. "You can come...if you want to, that is..."

"I'd love to." He replied. "You might want to consider going to class now."

"Shit!" I yelled, jumping up (being extra careful not to bash heads with or knock him over).

"Bye!" He called after me as I ran off.

"See you tonight!" I hollered back.

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"Class...this will be unlike any voice class you have ever had. You will sing like you have never sung before, and odds are it will still be too little for me. I will work your lungs, vocal chords, and throats like no one ever had before, and you will love me for it." Professor Logan said, smiling softly from in front of us, his class.

This has to be the smallest class I've ever been in, with only six people making up the entire class roster.

"Any questions?" He asked. No one answered, and we all stood there in awkward silence.

"Okay then...you," He said, pointing at me, as usual in these situations, "I want you to sing a song for me."

"Any song?" I asked meekly.

"Yep, any song." He replied, smiling again.

"Okay then..." I sighed, and I started to sing the first song that came to mind. "Smeared black ink.
Your palms are sweaty, and I'm barely listening to last demands.

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering: "What's buried underneath where I am"
(Where I am)

I'll wear my badge: a vinyl sticker with big block letters adhered to my chest.

It tells your new friends: "I am a visitor here... I am not permanent." And the only thing keeping me dry is...

You seem so out of context, in this gaudy apartment complex.

A stranger with your door key, explaining that I'm just visiting.

And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.
(I was the one worth leaving)

D.C. sleeps alone tonight."

"Okay, stop." Professor Logan interrupted. "You have a nice mellow quality to your voice, but your pitch is unsteady the longer you have to hold it."

And so the professor moved onto his next victim, a tall black girl sitting two desks down from me, giving me time to look the professor up and down...or gawk at his beauty, rather.

I brushed auburn bangs out of my face, allowing myself to get a better look at him. Tall, broad, muscular, blonde, with strikingly blue eyes, the man was practically a nazi's wet dream.

Good thing I'm not a nazi.

I'm too gay to be a nazi.

I don't imagine Hitler liked homosexuals.

But I digress.

The point is that Professor Logan was mucho hot.

Still not as hot as Raziel though.

Ah...Raziel...Raz...

I reminesced about the tall crimson-haired boy and our afternoon together. I'd had fun, which is more than I could say of any date I'd had in a loooong time.

If you could call this afternoon a date.

Which I do.

And I still had tonight to look forward to.

It'll be a great opportunity for Li and Raz to get to know one another.

I then tuned back into the class to see that Professor Logan had moved onto his third victim, who was singing a show tune of some sort.

The rest of the class was listening attentively...I think it's quite obvious that I was not among the listeners. Nope. I was too busy not paying attention to anything at all.

Hmm...

Boredom...

Maybe I could count the little spots on the ceiling tiles...

The fourth person should start singing soon...

Yep, and so they start. Defying Gravity, Wicked.

Great musical.

Great song.

Lukewarm student singing it.

Saaaad times.

Ugh...

I'm so bored.

I think I'll think about Raz...he'll come over tonight and sit on the couch beside me, and we'll watch movies like Imitation of Life and Gone with the Wind, and eventually I'll start sobbing like a baby, but instead of getting brushed off by an equally crying Li, I'll have a shoulder to cry on.

A very pretty shoulder.

I'm hungry.

Fifth song happening now.

Oh gawd...someone is trying to sing Celine Dion.

No one is allowed to do that.

Ever.

EVER.

How dare they?

Please make it stop...

Sixth song is more show tunes.

My god, are all of these people gay too?

How come there are no gay people in public school, but you get here and BAM!

Homo-rama.

Two to go.

La...lala...lalalala...hmm...

Trains and sewing machines.

Lyric from Hide and Seek.

What does it really mean though, what do trains and sewing machines have in common, and why were they here first?

I mean, obviously someone invented them.

Seventh person is up.

Nat King Cole.

Nice smooth voice, happy times.

One left...

Please god save me from my own mind.

Wait...there are eight in the class...seven people went after me...and I'm the first...that's eight, right?

"Thank you jesus!" I exclaimed without realizing it...oh dear...not happy times.

On the positive side, school is almost over.

"Mr. McAllister, I think you should stay after class so I can talk to you for a bit." Professor Logan said, smiling at me.

Oh dear. Sometimes I wish I didn't have ADD.

Because now I'm stuck staying after school with Professor Hottie McHothot.

Sad times...

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A/n: Chapter three, compliments of the chef...err...writer.

This chapter was written under the influence of: The Soundtrack of Wicked, more specifically, Popular and Defying Gravity.

That song was: The District Sleeps Alone Tonight, by The Postal Service

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