The music wing (branch needs rewriting)

Since Angel was a new student, you thought that she would appreciate going somewhere comforting that she could escape to. And ever since you started high school, nowhere has been more safe of a place for you than the music wing. It wasn't even that you spent time there because of band or orchestra; you just really enjoyed the quiet atmosphere and the distant sound of music as your close your eyes and escape from the world.

"We could go to the music wing?" you suggest to Angel. "I know it's not on your schedule, but just trust me."

Angel gives you a raised eyebrow. "What, do you think I am a loser with no future or something? Why would I be caught dead hanging out with band geeks?"

Well, I guess Angel really didn't like that... You get the creeping suspicion that you and Angel might just never get along. While you wouldn't necessarily say that you would seek out the company of band kids, you definitely wouldn't go as far as to call them future-less losers.

She gives you a stare. "You do think I'm some art loser, don't you?" She crosses her arms with a pout. "Wow how quick to judge, just because my hair is dyed." Her right hand flicks her hair for emphasis, a lock of mixed blonde and red hanging in the hair before resting back in place.

'Aren't you the one judging?' you think to yourself. Your face droops in a frown as you think about how she is making fun of the people who regularly make the music you listen to on your free time at school, even if they aren't aware of it most of the time. Even if they don't know who you are, you've found a comfort in them and their dedication to their craft.

Angel notices your sad look, and her face fills with regret. She can tell she said something wrong.

Her hands fall back to her side, and she says a bit more softly, "Okay, we can go to the music wing if you want."

You look a bit surprised. Just a second ago, she was making a fuss about how being in the music wing would make it seem like she had no aspirations for success. But now she was agreeing to go? You're not sure what made her have a change of heart, but you weren't going to let this opportunity go to waste to show her your favourite place in the school.

"Oh, uh yeah, right this way," you stammer, trying to move before she changes her mind. You grab her hand in a hurry as you start to lead her out the door. You might be imagining it, but you swear you see a bit of a blush on the pretty blonde's cheeks.