#the closest we get is elizabeth amadas … maybe

[fideidefenswhore]

as per the last text post, george & anne boleyn fucking is something that literally at least two people independently suggest to cromwell before that becomes one of the accusations of 1536 (some random bargeman and then jane boleyn)…

[yinnina]

Sharing Classes

It was currently second hour, which was advanced orchestra for me along with a few of my friend, just not from my friend group.

I was the closest with the first four chairs.

4th chair, Derek.

3rd chair, Elizabeth.

2nd chair, Vanessa.

Me being first chair, which was a complete surprise since me and Vanessa were neck to neck with being the best.

Me and her asked the teacher why I was first chair, her telling us that I was a quicker learned compared to Vanessa.

I was proud of it, but even so I did believed that Vanessa would've been a great first chair too.

We were currently having practice time, since we begged our teacher to let us have it for weeks.

Everyone was doing their own thing, practicing some songs in their music books while me and Vanne decided to practice our own songs from what we knew already.

"So, which one are we doing?" Asked the short girl.

"I don't really know, maybe El Cascabel?" I recommend.

"I ain't singing." She looked me dead in the eye.

I sighed, she was a great singer but it wasn't always that she sang mariachi songs, she ordered playing them.

"Alright, alright. Pull up the music, I'll just rosin my bow really quick."

As she was getting our music out, I noticed a few people over hearing our conversation, interested in what we would do.

We started playing, the music was fast and if we messed up it would go to waste trying to play.

"Yo tenia mi cascabel con una cinta morada,

"Con una cinta morada, yo tenia mi cascabel."

She repeated my words, to make it sound like there were the other mariachis playing.

"Y como era de orapel." I held the note for long enough.

"Y como era de orapel, se lo do a mi prenda amada,

"'pa que jugará con él, allá por la madrugada." She sang afterwards.

We played our violins for a few minutes, fast enough to catch the ear of people, making them turn their heads towards us and staring.

"Anoche por la ventana platicando con Leonnor,

"Platicando con Leonnor, anoche por la ventana." I told the story as she repeated my words.

"Me pidio que le cantara." I held the word

"Me pidio que le cantara el cascabel por memory,

"Y que no me dilatara, me dia de favor." Those were the last words she repeated as the song continued.

"Ay! Como rezumba y suena,

"Ay! Como rezumba y suena, rezumba y va rezumbando,

"Rezumba y va rezumbando," I said alone, before we both started singing together.

"Mi cascabel!"

"En la arena!"

Just as we both finished singing, we were gasping for our breaths we didn't know we were holding.

"Amazing..." Someone whispered.

They started clapping, making me and Vanessa look at each other rather creeped off.

The song was fairly long, it was mostly playing more than singing, but it hurts to press down your fingers against the cold hard strings while trying to sing right at the same time.

We didn't sing and play at the same time, we simply switched playing turns once the other was singing.

As everyone finished to pack up their instruments, violins and violas taking the longest since they actually had to put their instruments in cases, much unlike base and cello, the bell rang, confirming that we were now allowed to leave to third hour.

"[Y/N]! You did so amazing there!" Said Jada, a celloist in my class.

"Really? It's weird not playing with more than two people." I admitted.

"Yeah! Why didn't you think of joining mariachi?" She asked me, confused.

"I am in mariachi," I confessed, "I just go to this class for school hours, but we have mariachi rehearsals in the afternoons."

She was shocked, but it was washed away the moment we reached her classroom as I dropped her off and went to my respective classroom.

For third hour I had science with the cheerleading coach.

As I went to my arranged seat, I noticed that Vance was finally back to school after being gone for almost a week now.

Class went by normally until I felt a kick at the keg of my chair, right away I knew who the criminal was.

Vance was the only one who would have enough guts to do such things.

I ignored it at first, until it became very constant and it finally managed to get into my nerves, making me glare back at Vance, who was sitting behind me at the end of the row.

He looked up at me and gave a smirk that told me right away he won't stop.

And for my luck, he sat around me in every class we had together, which was all my schedule but second hour, which I thanked the gods above for, since orchestra class was my favorite class.

The day was nothing but irritating with Vance kicking my chair and at times making me fall due to him hitting it too hard or moving it out of my way the moment before I tried sitting on my chair.

"When will this madness stop?" I whispered to myself, but it was loud enough for Vance to hear.

We were currently sitting in fifth hour, Accelerated English, and the hour before lunch.

Vance grabbed a fist full of my hair, yanking it slightly to make my head look up to the teacher who was busy talking about the book we were currently reading, The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe, to even notice.

'Shit.' I thought to myself.

"You should really pay attention, you know. You wouldn't want to fail this class, right?" He whispered in my ear.

This bipolar bitch seriously had some issues. One day he is being all kind hearted and even got me out of danger and the next he is a little bitch who had a stick up his arse.

"You should really let go of me before I scream." I whispered back to him, making him grip tighter on my hair as he looked unfaced.

"Let go of me." I whispered harshly.

"There's this idiot who can't handle himself and goes after little girls. I want you to beat him up for me, I'm too busy and I won't fight someone weird like that."

I was shaken up by that, "And what's in it for me?"

He turned to look at me, "He was planning on trying to touch you, so take it as a favor."

He let go of my hair as class was being dismissed for lunch.

I met with Gabby outside the orchestra room, and told her the situation. She agreed on telling everyone that the fight was happening behind the school, after classes were over.

Everyone heard about it, even some teacher who clearly didn't care enough to do anything, either way, if they interfere with the fight, they knew they would get hurt.

From what Vance told me, the guy I was fighting was called Eren, he was blonde with a buzz cut, light, blue eyes, and pale skin.

He was fairly tall, around 5'7, making me look up to him, due to my height being 5'1.

I was fine with being 5'1, since I had the upper hand against tall people.

You could crawl under their legs and twist them while they were confused.

So no, here we were, face to face against each other, and by the looks of his face expression, he was clearly pissed.

The things I do for Vance Hopper.