Summertime Loving

Eve paused for a moment, then recalled something. "Well, you know our form teacher, Ms. Bissette?" He nodded. "People say she rewards students who get high grades if you know what I mean." She smirked as she said this.

Travis chuckled. "French people are passionate, as they say. Maybe she rewards them because she likes how passionate they are about her language."

"Enough about that! Tell me about yourself. First, I noticed you changed your hair to blonde. Why did you do it?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Eve blushed, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she looked away. "What? Do you not like it?" she asked, her voice soft.

"No, I love this style. You're really beautiful right now—not that you weren't before. I just like this new look," he replied, sincerity shining in his eyes.

Her heart fluttered at his words, making her cheeks feel warmer. No one had ever complimented her like that before, and she found herself at a loss for words, overwhelmed with happiness.

"Travis has certainly changed," she thought. "He's much more mature now and even better looking. He probably doesn't realize how many girls had crushes on him back in high school."

"Thank you, Travis. Those words truly make me feel happy," she said, her smile brightening. "As for myself, I don't even know where to start. Plus, I don't think this location is suited for that. Why don't we just talk at the park like we originally planned?"

"Sure! But let's grab something to eat first. I hope the food here is good, or I might just leave this school," he joked, causing Eve to laugh in the cutest way possible. His heart warmed at the sound, making him feel a little better about himself.

'I guess that's why those game developers liked her so much,' he mused, appreciating the lightness she brought to their conversation.

When break ended Travis and Eve went to their next period being French. Travis sat where he had sat in the morning which was close to Eve so he atleast had someone to talk to. Ms. Bissette came in with a beautiful smile on her face, she stood infront of the class and began to talk about literature things that Travis barely understood. Mind you she said all of this in French.

' I hope this ends, because I'm doing to die.' He thought in pain.

The period ended and Travis rejoiced. They were no going to Music Class which is the class which one of his favorite ladies in the game teaches. Ms. DeWitt. She was not only beautiful but also had a thick bodacious body which was extremely hot.

When they entered the class, she instantly brought her focus on Travis and winked at him, he winked back without even slight hesitation , this made him look confident and proud to her by his extremely fast.

' He's back. ' She thought to herself as a smirk slowly crept on her face, Travis sat down on and waited for her to come back from her thoughts.

" Class today we'll be learning how to read music. It's a difficult thing but I'm sure that, if you understand the basics. So let's start. These are the five things you need to do.

• Think of Music as a Language.

• Focus on the Basic Symbols.

• Count Silently Every Time You Read.

• Practice Reading Music without Your Instrument.

• Pace Yourself.

Firstly you all need an instrument. "

Travis looked as everyone took out their own instructions, he looked to see if there were any other Instruments and he saw none.

Ms.DeWitt came up to Travis and said." Travis I'm happy that you've finally came back to school honestly. But due to your absence the school sort of took you out the system so we don't have an instrument for you. "

He nodded in response then asked." I understand, could I bring my own instrument?"

Ms. DeWitt thought for a second, then nodded. " Yes you can, which instrument do you play?"

" I play The Keyboard. ' Straight Cap' I have one at home so I thought of bringing it"

" That's fine. You should first sign up at the school so when it gets stolen they'd be able to cover it for you. I'll get you the sheet of paper. While everyone is doing that, why don't you sit back and listen" With a bright smile in her face, Ms. DeWitt said with a kind tone. Travis smiled back, her beautiful smile could easily turn his mood around, plus her body, could make him into a pervert just by staring her.

" Alright then" He walked back to his seat and listen as they did their thing. Every single thing she said, went into his made and latched itself into it. He remembered everything, and he knew that this wasn't normal.

When the period ended, Ms. DeWitt called Travis to the side, He told Eve that she could wait outside which she did.

" There's a talent show in a few weeks. If you perform, I'll give you extra credit okay. Take this paper. Now remember to sign your instrument up okay "

He nodded then he walked out the class, Eve and him went on to the their second last night class of the day being, Arts class.

After entering just like before, the teacher asked to see him.

"Travis! You're back!" she exclaimed, her eyes slightly droopy, giving her a dreamy appearance as if she were a bit high. Her enthusiasm was palpable, and it lit up the room.

"Oh, come on, I'm nothing special. I'm just like the rest," he replied, attempting to remain humble despite her excitement.

"Now, you don't have to lie," she said, her smile widening. "You and Eve are the best students I've ever had. And don't tell her this, but I actually prefer you more." She leaned in closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Sit down; we'll talk more after class."

So they went in, Travis was pretty bored off all these teachers wanting to have a word with him, can't he just get in and slack off like he normally, he honestly couldn't wait for tomorrow, when everyone would start seeing him as normal.

Ms. Ross began with her topic. " What is Art, its the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. Everyone can be an Artist, you just need to have an Artists mind set. That does not mean you need to follow someone's route. Instead you need to make your own. "

Travis has drawn somethings before and he's pretty good at it, it has been awhile since he's done anything but he's sure that if he started drawing again, he'd be great at it.

In this class Travis was sitting with Mia, who is also his childhood friend, but due to her mom, they've gotten distant.

"Travis, it's nice to finally talk to you!" Mia said, her smile radiant. "I wish I could've come to speak with you earlier, but my mom is such a pain. How have you been?"

"Fine, I guess. What about you? Last I checked, your mom was an extreme dictator," he replied, making her laugh.

"She still is, and I don't like it. I kind of wish things could go back to how they were before…" Her voice trailed off, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

After a moment of silence, she perked up. "Hey, since you're back at school, why don't we study together? I can help you with revision and stuff."

"That would be great. Should we go to the library?" he asked, eager to change the subject.

"Yes, that's a great place to study! When should we start?" she replied enthusiastically.

"Why don't we start tomorrow? Today I'm hella busy," he said, trying to keep it light.

Mia nodded, then pulled out her phone. "You can put your number in my phone. We can discuss any topics we don't understand when needed."

"Won't your mom kill you if she finds out I put my number in your phone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, she doesn't check it for some reason, so I'm perfectly fine," she assured him with a grin. "We should concentrate, though, because Ms. Ross doesn't do any revision."

They both return their focus back to the front which is wear Ms. Ross showed them the power of creativity and imagination. This class was very interesting in Travis's opinion, it's not a class where the student has to take notes. Instead you listen then work with what you've learned. Pretty awesome class.

[ A/N : I made a mistake. Man, I was panicking for a second]

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