We walk into the school just at the first bell rang. That mean we still had 10 minutes to get to the band room.

Everyone just seemed to take their time going into their lockers and rushing off to class. They were all lost in their own little worlds, which was fine with me. That meant nobody would ruin my little world with Noah.

I was honestly afraid of what would happen when I walked into the school holding hands with Noah. I was afraid everyone would think I was a slut or maybe say something referencing Ethan that would make Noah feel bad, but nothing happened.

But walking down the hallways was easy. It would be entering the band room that would cause me the grief. Band kids always find new band couples easy prey. There's always comments said and jokes cracked, especially about band mating, if you know what I mean.

I took a deep breath just before we entered and tried to keep a low profile. When we entered the room though, no one even noticed us. Everyone's attention was on someone else.

"Oh my god, noah! Mr. Boston is back!" he follows my gaze to the middle of the room where the band has crowded around a frailer, balder teacher. At least his smile was still as bright as it had always been.

When the final bell rings, Mr. Gregg tells everyone to take a seat, so the crowd disperses.

"Well I hope you all had a nice weekend," Mr. Gregg begins. "I sure did. As many of you have probably noticed, Mr. Boston is back with us. He has undergone a lot of treatment in the last few weeks and appears to be doing much better, right?"

"Um yes," mr. Boston answers. "The doctors say I'm doing very good and only need to go back once every few weeks for check ins. I'm putting my every ounce of energy into this battle and I can't wait until it's over. I'm just glad to be back so I can enjoy the rest of the season with you guys. I missed all of you." He looks at this Harry and then adds "well almost all of you. "

Harry's jaw drops and the entire room bursts out and laughter. " Well it's good to know you haven't lost your sense of humor, Boston," Gregg says. "Now I promised you guys could have today off, and I'll keep my word. You guys have the period to yourself...after we watch the video of the performance from Saturday. Okay?"

There's a groan from of a few kids, but most just stay quiet. Mr. Gregg hooks up the computer and loads the video. He clicks play and we're reliving the band spectacular again.

As we're watching, mr. Boston comes over and sits next to Noah and I. For about a minute, he doesn't say anything. He just seems to have been looking for a place to sit and watch the show he missed.

I feel my body start to relax, but then he leans over to me and whispers." Don't think I didn't notice you two walk in. "

I immediately blush while Noah just pretends not to hear him. It takes me a minute to realize he really didn't.

Boston chuckles. "Relax. I'll try not to blow your cover. Try. I was once a band kid in your very shoes. I know what it's like. As long as there's no purple involved, I could care less. So don't make me care. "

I smile and let out a slight giggle. "Will do. I'm glad your back. Things just weren't the same without you here."

"Well I'm glad to be back." He begins to stand up. "Now if you'll excuse me, there's a Starbucks coffee waiting for me in my office." With that he leaves.

Holy crap. He was there? when it happened? I didn't even notice. I was so lost in my thoughts with Noah. Maybe he was that guy with the newspaper in the corner? I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter, really. The only thing that really mattered to me was that band was back to normal. Well, as normal as band kids get at least.

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Hey y'all. Sorry it's been awhile since I updated. I've been pretty busy writing the drill for my school's upcoming senior show. It's a lot of hard work, but it's super cool. I can't believe my last band spectacular is next week. #seniorproblems ;(. Anyways, comment, vote and share please. I appreciate the love :)