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He wore them to keep people out. That is, until a certain someone gave him a reason to let her in.


Submitted:Mar 23, 2013    Reads: 37    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Headphones

"Why do you always have those headphones in," a girl asked me in class one day. She was pretty, with bright green eyes and wavy brown hair that draped down past her shoulders.

I blinked in confusion. "Who are you?" I asked her.

With a mischievous smirk, she swiftly plucked one of my headphones from my ear and put in her own. "Good song!" she exclaimed with a wink in my direction. "You have great taste." I snatched my headphone away from her quickly.

"Look," I told her. "I have no idea who you are. I don't feel like explaining myself to you. And you shouldn't take someone's headphones like that. So please, go away."

She looked a bit hurt as I told her this. Dejected, she turned away and went back to her desk. I felt guilty for being rude, but I needed these stupid headphones. If I didn't have music, I wouldn't be able to go through the day. I sighed and began to walk back over to her. I was bad with women.

"I'm sorry," I told her as I approached her. "I just… don't like to open up to people. That's what these things are for."

"Why? Don't you like people?" she asked.

"Not at all, actually," I told her. "That's why I rarely take them out."

"But you always take them out for choir," she pointed out.

"You're in choir?"

"Yeah, I'm a soprano. Duh." She told me.

"Well, I didn't know. Why would you know who I am?" I countered.

"I sit in front of you." Crap. She's got me there.

"That still doesn't answer my question," I told her, trying to change the subject.

"Why wouldn't I notice a cute boy with a great voice behind me?" she asked, giggling.

All retorts were lost as it occurred to me that she had called me cute. My throat got dryer (if that was even possible) and an unmistakable heat rose to my cheeks. I crossed my arms and looked away, an amusing stance apparently as she giggled again. "Maybe if you took your headphones out more often, we could talk more," she said. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek as the bell rang and she ran out of class.

Smiling slightly, I gathered my stuff and went through the halls. I guess I'd be paying extra attention when choir rolled around. I hesitated at my locker as what she said went through my mind. Hesitantly, I took out my headphones and put them in my backpack.

I had a feeling I wouldn't be needing them for awhile.





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