Ninth Grade Love

You walk into the music room and find a boy playing the trumpet. He has messy blonde hair, and glasses. "Hi." You say, as you sit down. "Hi, i'm Collin Hart. You?" He asks. "Jenna." You say. "I hate dances, don't you. If any girl asked me, I would say no, I need to practice for band instead." Collin pushed hair out of his eyes. "You weren't going to ask me, were you?" He asks.