Half Past Octavia

She gave a final sigh as she lowered the bow and then looked at me. I was literally speechless as I could only stare at her with manly tears streaming down my face. She opened her mouth to speak but cut herself on once I saw a light turn on from behind me followed by a slow, steady clap. I got worried and turned quickly with my face pale, fearful for what would happen if we were caught here at such an hour. There stood a rather refined looking woman, much like Octavia herself though instead of soot grayish black hair, she had long blonde hair. She was wearing a Jansford staff uniform so I assumed that she was the band teacher, though I’ve never been into band so I’ve never seen her.

“Stunning, simply stunning!” she exclaimed excitedly after she finished clapping, her eyes twinkling like stars from wonderment. “Darling, who ARE you?”

I looked back to Octavia who exchanged a nervous glance with me and she opened her mouth to speak. “O-Octavia, ma’am.” She managed respectfully as she stood to give a well mannered curtsy.

“She's a…um…new student from…” I added only to find myself stuck on the location.

“Equestria!” Octavia chimed in confidently.

I face palmed so hard I think I may have left myself a mark.

“Equestria? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that place…is it European?” asked the woman curiously, a finger to her chin as she looked up.

‘Are you kidding me? Is she stupid?’ I thought to myself flatly in disbelief but shrugged it off and decided to go with it.

“Oh yes, a r-rather small country in…umm…Eastern Europe. A bit new so it’s not…umm…likely to be on present day maps until much later. Yes, that’s it.” I stated while crossing my arms and nodding to try and reinforce my blatant lie.

The woman only squinted in my direction for a moment, so intensely that I almost thought she wasn’t going to buy it. It felt so intense that sweat began to bead on my forehead though barely visible in the dim light.

“Oh, okay then” she exclaimed cheerfully with a smile.

I sighed in relief; I thought we were screwed for sure.

“Miss Octavia,” she began with a smile as she strode over to her in the chair. “That was simply splendid, you have a true gift!”

“Oh than-” she began only to be cut off by the instructor who placed a finger against her lips to silence her which was effective as Octavia only stared at her with wide eyes. I could have sworn I saw a hint of seduction in that, but I could’ve been wrong.

“Not done.” She said with a cheeky smile as she leaned in. “Anyhow, you have a true gift, but you have both violated Jansford rules. No usage of band equipment after hours of operation.”

Octavia glared in my direction and I only give a look that screamed ‘I’m so, so, so sorry! I forgot about that!’

“I can have you both in serious trouble…unless we come to an…agreement?” the instructor ended with a cheeky smirk as her glance shifted between us both. “Do me the favor of playing for my ensemble, Miss Octavia.”

We both stared at her wide eyed for a moment and Octavia answered with an unsure smile, “Uhh…v-very well. When do I start?” I could tell she didn’t want to get into trouble.

The instructor beamed at her as her face lit up. “Great!” she exclaimed and then ran to the room she had come out of real quick, only to come out a moment later with a sticky note with an address on it. “Here, you will meet me at my appartment at Eight o’clock tomorrow. See you then!” she chirped excitedly as she began to turn to walk out, but stopped at the door before opening it. “By the way, my name is Miss O’Neal.” And then she exited leaving us in the dark.
After a moment or so, Octavia turned back to me looking very irritated.

“How could you not tell me that we weren’t allowed in here?!” she exclaimed with her arms crossed over her chest, the action pushing up her breasts though I hardly think she noticed however I did.

“Well, you didn’t exactly let me tell you before running off…” I said flatly as my eyes began to slowly drift down from her face.

She sighed and then mumbled under her breath, I was barely able to catch wind of what she said which was: “Well…at least he is a bit more competent than…her.” As she rolled her eyes a bit.

I perked up a bit at that in interest though my eyes stayed locked on her chest. Unfortunately for me, I must have been staring a bit too hard as I heard her cry out.

“Oh my Celestia, are you serious?!” and then the heat of pain pierced through my skull as I felt her hand impact my head.

***

The morning had begun as a stream of light shone on my face and my eyes slowly opened. I was on the floor with just a pillow and some covers. I stared at the ceiling clueless for a moment but then the event that had transpired yesterday came back to me; the rave, the flashing sky, the girl, the band room, and the part where I gave her my bed. It all came back. I lifted myself and peeked over the bed sheets groggily. She was asleep still, the sun’s rays shining over her face giving her an almost unreal addition to her beauty.

I realized it was about time to go as I looked at the clock and say that it was seven thirty. I poked her awake and we got ready and went on our way. We finally pulled up to a quaint looking apartment building on the east side of town not far from Jansford and got out. As we stood in front of the building, a car pulled up beside us and the window rolled down revealing Miss O’Neal’s face.

“Well, well, well! Octavia and…umm…you.” To which she began to blush from embarrassment “I’m so sorry dear, I don’t think I ever got your name.”

“Felix Saunders.” I announced respectfully with a nod.

“Well, Felix and Octavia, let me park my car for a moment and then we’ll head up to the apartment.” She called as she zoomed to the back of the building and then reappeared a few minutes later walking to us.

She walked to the door and opened it, beckoning us in. “After you.”

As we walked in, the slight hum of music struck our ears causing us to look about curiously though Miss O’Neal hardly acknowledged it as she looked up and then head for a staircase nearby with a glare. We followed close behind climbing the steps carefully, every step we took the music grew louder until when we reached the second floor, the melody was blasting. Miss O’Neal only sighed.

“I’m sorry about this; I’ve had a guest over for since yesterday’s event. I’m sure you know what I mean. She likes to play music…and loud too.” She told us as she looked on apologetically.

“Oh, no problem at all.” Chimed Octavia as she smiled a bit.

We finally reached the instructors room, the door marked with brass letters and numbers ‘2-C’ and was a deep cyan. When she opened the door after fumbling with her keys she revealed a rather neat looking home aside from the CD’s tossed about the living room floor as the music blasted. As it drummed through the hall I couldn’t even hear myself think and then it happened.

As we walked in, the door closed behind us and then a woman slid from another room into the living room facing away from us. She was only sporting what looked like shades, a really short tank top that only went down to her mid back and purple frilled panties. Both I and Octavia’s jaws dropped as we stared on, Miss O’Neal only face palming as she saw it.
The woman quickly turned, showing us her front though her eyes closed behind the deep purple tint of her shades as her electric blue hair swayed from side to side as she danced to the beat. Soon enough the song began and she lifted a brush to her mouth and began to sing along.

“Ahh yes, well looky here looky here ah what do we have? Another pretty thang ready for me to grab, but little does she know that I’m a wolf in sheeps clothing ‘cause at the end of the night it is her I’ll be holding!” she sang melodically as she continued to dance about sending her hair about messily.

I had to admit, her singing was pretty impressive. Her voice was outstanding and she was gorgeous…in an exotic way to boot. As the song dragged on she continued to sing with it.

“To every girl that I meet here this is what I say: Run run run away, run away baby before I put my spell on you! You better get get get away get away darling 'cause everything you heard is true, your poor little heart will end up alone 'cause what knows I'm a rolling stone! So you better run run run away run away baby.” She chimed as she swiveled around in the heat of the beat.

Suddenly, Miss O’Neal shouted over the volume of the music. “Miss Scratch!!”

Miss Scratch jumped nearly a foot in the air and toppled over a nearby sofa to the floor with a shout. “Oh my sweet merciful Celestia!”

Octavia shook her head to snap out of her awestruck state. “Vinyl?!”

“Octi?” called the woman who had tumbled over the couch.

To be continued…