Canon - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - How it all Began

I looked at him. I know I’ve never hated him, but I could not admit that I like him. He has always given a negative impression to everyone, and I don’t want to be like him. He was just sitting next to me like every single day, even still I could not get used to feeling my crush’s heartbeat when I am trying to focus in class. I turned my head to focus on the textbook, and pressed my earphones closer in my ear to stop myself from listening to his heartbeat.
But the next thing to interrupt me was his smell.

Everyone knew William was a "nobody". His family was poor, and even depended on him - the only child of the family - for a living. He was the only one who had a job in his family, he did modeling. He looked good, and no one would disagree to that. Modeling brought him back in his studies, and that was one of the reasons why people looked down to him. People thought he was nothing, that he had no talents on anything. His life depended on his face. Although I did not know him well, I was closest to him in class, and I know that he was talented somehow, although I don’t know what.
I had a crush on him, for god sakes.

I looked at him again, and I tried to look as if I glared. He laughed, and took one of my earphones.
"Canon?" he asked, "nice song."
"Yes it’s Canon. My favorite song, actually," I told him.
"You like Canon?" he asked.
"Duh! Why else would it be my favorite song?" I answered.
"True," he laughed, "if I told you it was also my favorite song, would you believe me?"
"You like classic?" I asked, surprised.
"Why is that surprising?" he asked back.
"You look like someone who would like rock music," I answered.

"Oh. Well, actually classic is my favorite genre. I don’t like modern music, to be truthful. I play the piano, and the violin. Believe it or not, I also play cello," he told me.
"Three instruments, that is very nice. You can have your own little orchestra of strings. I play quite a few woodwinds, actually," I told him.
"Really, what instruments?" he asked.
"I play saxophone and clarinet. It always annoys me to think that these are jazz instruments, not classical."
"Hey, don’t say that. They are my favorite woodwinds, and they sound so good playing classics! Also, jazz are nice music, too."
I smiled, and the teacher told everyone that she would come for our work.

"Uh-oh, not done yet," he said.
"How much left?" I asked.
"About five more questions," he answered.
"That sucks, but we’ve still got awhile until she reaches here. I’ll help you on this," and I took his notebook.
After doing the last five questions (which only used up a few seconds because I copied from mine) I started to correct the questions that he did wrong. Man, they were heaps.
"Do you even know math?" I asked.
"Not really. You know why people look down to me," he stated.

"Well, because you know nothing. Literally," I said.
"That’s not true though. I’m musically talented, just that they don’t know," he said.
"I pity you, William," I said.
He laughed.
Right when I was finished and William was done with making it in his handwriting, the teacher came to collect it.
"Wow, William did improve a lot!" exclaimed the teacher.
"Yes, Julianne helped me a lot, too," William explained.
"Unbelievable. Someone is willing to help William," the teacher said, and walked away.

Obviously, that was offensive.
When the teacher left, I saw William looking a little sad.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"It’s okay. I’m used to it," he answered.
"Come on, William. Ignore her," I said.
"I’m trying."
"You know what, William? Sometimes people won’t understand you. Just like Vincent Van Gogh, nobody understood him. He was nobody. But do you trust that someday, you would be a great pianist, or some great composer?" I asked.
"I hope."
"You will."