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Monday 19th February
The first teen to enter the choir classroom was Penny, then Constance, then Noel, then Ocean, then Ricky. By then, Mischa was very late. As usual. No one really expected anything other than for him to be late. But for once, Ocean thought, it would be a miracle if he actually showed up on time. He could at least act like he wanted to be in the choir at all.
After about ten minutes of wandering around the building while rapping to Eminem’s ‘Slim Shady’ under his breath, Mischa decided he would go to the choir classroom to meet with the other five, who were bound to already be there.
And angry at him for being so late.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Ricky signing with Penny while Noel was talking to Constance, probably about the competition next month.
The competition they still needed to practice for.
Ocean was sitting on a chair while staring down at her watch, counting the minutes most likely waiting for the Ukrainian’s late arrival. If at all.
As soon as he cleared his throat, all the other five stared at him. Penny, Ricky and Constance just looked happy that they could start without Ocean berating them. Noel looked happy to see him, the smile on his face, rosiness of his cheeks suddenly and the dimples showed that quite clearly. Ocean did not look so happy, though. She looked mad, real mad.
“Mischa Bachinski! You were supposed to be here…” Mischa watched as her eyes turned to her wrist, checking her clock, “12 whole minutes ago!”
“Whatever. Here now.” He sounded so bored and unenthusiastic. He was. Although in the choir, Mischa hated singing. Yet, it was the closest thing to rap that this stupid catholic school had to offer. That’s why he stayed after a year. The whole reason he was in the choir was because he stole a box of communion wine. The punishment was only meant to last a year but he decided to remind in the choir. Plus, he got bonus points by Father Marcus for staying and showing ‘resilience and excellence’. Mischa forgot what those even meant, but they sounded good.
He sat down next to Noel as Constance walked to Ocena to calm her down so she wouldn’t shout at Mischa again. He didn’t care if she did or didn’t. It didn’t make a difference.
“Okay guys! Stand up everyone. We have to practice our songs for the competition!” Ocean loudly announced.
To that, Mischa loudly groaned and Ocean gave him an annoyed look. Noel laughed, but it was more of a breathy laugh than his usual one. Not that Mischa payed any attention to his laugh or anything, because that would be weird.
“Can I come over after school ангел? Don’t wanna go home.”
Noel turned to him. Noel foggy greeen eyes widened, almost surprised. His freckles became more visible as the sun hit them perfectly through the window. His hair looked fluffy and his uniform beautifully perfect.
….beautifully? No. Mischa didn’t use words like красиво. That was for sickeningly sweet people. Mischa wasn’t that sickeningly sweet.
He hoped not.
“Sure, I don’t mind. I’m sure ma mère won’t either.”
Mischa guessed that was French. After all, Noel was half French, and he was obsessed with France. Besides, it would only be logically to know the language of the country you want to live in for the rest of your life.
“Thank you.”
With that, they finished the conversation briefly and began practicing. As usual, it sounded fine.
After school that day, Mischa walked to Noel’s car with him.
“I don’t have work today so we’ll be fine to just hang out” Mischa nodded beside him in the passenger seat. The car ride wasn’t bad, but they didn’t talk much. That was fine. It was peacefully silent.
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