You, Me and The Music (Book #2)

Chapter Seven: Showers and Secret Apartments

Chapter Seven: Showers and Secret Apartments

HEIDI

"2000 word essay on Bartolomeo Cristifori. Done!"

I smack down the paper on Professor Isenbergs' desk at 9am on the dot.

I wouldn't have been rushed for time, had it not been for the printer in my room malfunctioning.

Thank you Dylan for printing out over a hundred pictures of Danny Devito and ruining my printer.

Professor Isenberg lifts up his glasses to inspect the essay.

"Thank you, Miss Thompson." He nods.

I take that as my cue to leave and breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't seem to hate me as much as he did yesterday.

I sit outside the classroom and plug my earphones into my phone.

May as well kill some time as class starts in half an hour anyways.

My eyes start to involuntarily close. I underestimated how tired I actually was from staying up all night finishing the essay.

I don't know how long I stay there for, but I'm suddenly awoken by the loud sound of someone bag hitting the floor.

"Already slacking, Thompson?" Georgia Melrose tuts.

I rub my eyes. "You wish, Melrose."

The door swings open and Professor Isenberg welcomes everyone in.

Georgia makes sure to give me a fake smile before walking in. 

I roll my eyes, following her inside.

***

After yet another uneventful history lesson, class finally comes to an end.

As everyone packs their things away and start to leave, Professor Isenberg looks over at me.

"Miss Thompson."

This can't be good.

Georgia shoots me a smile and all I want to do is wipe that smug smile off her face, but I decide not to risk having to do another essay.

I slowly make my way over to his desk not wanting to face the wrath of him for the second day in a row.

He looks down at my essay and then back up at me.

"So...?"

"I'm impressed."

"I'm so sorry. Please don't kick me out I'll try harder next time- wait what?"

He hands the paper back to me. "Well done."

"You liked it?" I say in disbelief.

"Sure." He gets up, putting his jacket on.

"Thanks, I guess?"

I try to come off casual even though I'm freaking out inside. He actually liked it.

I'm not getting expelled after all!

His eyes linger on the wall behind me.

"You have potential, Miss Thompson. Don't waste it." He says before making his way out.

I turn to see what he was staring at for so long.

A poster advertising the Presidential Scholarship hangs on the wall.

Did Professor Isenberg think I have chance at winning this?