Perfect enemies?

I grabbed my back and stood up and walked out of the class

I walked to my locker to grab a textbook for my next class

I walked to my last hour

(( what do you say? should they have the same class or not?))

{sure why not}

(( Okay Then which class is going to be?))

{how about music class?}

(( Sounds good ))

I opened my locker and got my music textbook. I closed it and hoped again this class wouldn´t be with Tyson

I went t the back of the music room and pulled out my bass

I entered to the music classroom and I saw Tyson , Not again! I thought to myself

i saw Jill "oh you again" i muttered jokingly taking a seat

"Yeah , me again" I muttered and sat in the chair in front of him

i smiled "three class i count know"

"Me too" I said

i smiled and sat back

I started making a sketch in my notebook and hummed a song

T: i walked into the class "Class today just practice"

i stood up and grabbed my bass and sat back down and began to play

I hated Tyson; but I loved how he played the bass

I kept playing whenever i play the bass i usually go completely into my own world

I looked at him, it was amazing the way he played it

I continued to play almost finished with the song

I went toward the battery but kept looking at him play

I finished with a smile

I looked away so he wouldn´t notice I was looking at him

I sat up and looked around the class room