Chapter 79

Del's POV

The day was even longer than I’d expected.

Rocco only growled a couple of times—much to the entertainment of the classes, some of which tried to get a rise out of him by staring at me.

We ate lunch together at his desk, our feet tangled a bit while we downed far too many sandwiches and snacks together.

The afternoon crept by even slower than the morning had, and I found myself wandering YouTube with a headphone in my ear, and only a fraction of my attention on Rocco. He was giving the same lesson he’d already given five times, and I was pretty damn bored of it, despite the passion he had for the subject.

Somehow, I ended up listening to some indie musicians I’d never heard before. I found myself tapping my foot to the beat, thinking about how I would change a few of the songs a bit if I were them, and how I had already changed some others when I’d put my twist on them for classes I’d taken.

The musicians were good—but I was too. I felt a