Noted

 Tara was really struggling with her classes. The real Tara was clearly a very artsy person, but Maisie didn't fit into that world.

 Art History, Painting, Color Theory, Sculpture – it was all so boring to her, and she had no talent.

 The real Tara's muscle memory helped out a lot when it came to physically doing things, but Maisie's consciousness didn't have the ideas, the creativity.

 She was only two days into it and she felt completely flustered. Now, she had the reprieve of lunch to gather her thoughts and try to figure something out.

 The previous day, she'd been too anxious to eat, hiding out in the empty classrooms until her next class – a habit she'd had from when she was Maisie.

 Eating in a school cafeteria was something she'd always wanted to experience.

 Now, she stood in the dining hall, her tray in hand. On it she balanced a ham sandwich on rye, a bag of chips and a small salad – the cherry tomatoes rolling around as she looked around. In her hand was an iced tea, dripping with condensation.

 Tara bit her lip, unsure what to do as she searched the room. She searched the crowd for Ellie, but didn't see her anywhere. She was probably getting lunch elsewhere.

 All she saw were unfamiliar faces.

 Where would she sit? Would it be okay to sit next to a stranger?

 She continued to scan, now searching for any empty seats, when her gaze fell upon familiar platinum hair.

 He lifted his arm and motioned for someone to come over.

 'Is he…calling me over? Or someone else?'

 She bit her lip harder, sucking on the bottom as she contemplated. There were four other guys with him as well. Would it be intruding?

 'Would it be okay for me to go over to him and sit down anyways? Or was that not okay. We did JUST meet yesterday, but I do have something to give him…' 

 Just as she took a step forward, Nate glanced up, their gazes meeting. He twitched his eyebrow upward for a moment and nodded his head, motioning her over.

 She searched around for a moment, looking to see if he was maybe calling someone else over.

 When she looked back, their gazes met a second time. He jerked his head, indicating for her to come over once again.

 As she walked over to his table, he shifted his gaze back down to his notebook, scribbling away again.

 The guys around him seemed to pay no mind to the fact that he called her over, or that he was busy jotting something down.

 All they did was arm wrestle, betting on each other with their snack chips.

 Nate slid a chair out for her without glancing up as she approached, his head resting on his hand.

 A red hue covered her face as she sat down, smoothing out her gray plaid skirt underneath her.

 She took a sip of her tea, looking awkwardly around the table. None of them were acknowledging her.

 'Why'd he call me over if they were going to ignore me? Maybe I really wasn't the person was calling?'

 Just as she thought she should get up and leave, he held up his hand, pointing at each of the four guys with his pen.

 "Dex. Xander. Mark. Cole. They're my bandmates." He said, his tone flat.

 At the sound of their names, they looked up, their eyes twinkling at the sight of her.

 "Ooohh! Pretty girl~" They teased in unison before extending their hands.

 She grasped their hands and shook them. "I'm Tara, hi."

 They nodded and re-introduced themselves as she took a bite of her sandwich.

 It was uncomfortable, interacting with so many people at once. It felt like she'd met more people in the last two days than she had in her entire lifetime as Maisie.

 "Here. What do you think of this?" Nate asked, sliding her his notebook. He rested his head against his hand with more weight, pushing his cheek up as he watched her intently.

 Tara placed her sandwich on the plate and wiped her hands on her napkin before taking it.

 As she held it up, she noticed the spin was broken, the page he wanted her to look at practically falling out.

 'Perfect timing for me to give him what I have for him.' She thought as she read over the words.

 "Oh! These are so much different than the ones you showed me last time!" Her voice went up about an octave with excitement.

 They were rebellious and passionate, full of finger pointing moments.

 "Can I hear the squiggles too?" She asked handing it back to him.

 Nate chuckled, "Later."

 "By the way I have something for you!"

 His eyebrow perked up as she turned to grab her purse, opening it up and pulling out a small pocket-sized notebook.

 It was covered in black glitter with sparkling silver music notes and red glitter guitars. On the middle, stuck on with a piece of tape, written in fancy writing, said "Nate's Music!"

 She handed it to him with an excited smile on her face.

 "PFFFFT-! AHAHAHAHAAHA!" The guys tried to stifle their laughter but lost the battle in the end, bursting out into a laughing fit.

 She pursed her lips, as tears pricked the backs of her eyes. She felt so self-conscious.

 Tara wanted more than anything to run and hide.

 This was more embarrassing than anything she'd ever experienced before.

 Nate tilted his head to stare at his bandmates. There was no expression on his face, and yet it said everything.

 They tried harder to hold in their laughter as they held their hands in the air as a mock surrender.

 Tara's head was hanging low, her hair draped around her face.

 "I'm sorry. I noticed yours was old and falling apart yesterday, so I thought you could use a new one."

 Nate examined her handiwork, flipping it over and inspecting it carefully.

 'I was wrong. I shouldn't have given it to him. He probably hates me now. He thinks I'm weird. His bandmates think I'm weird. They all hate me now. I'm a laughing stock…'

 "Thanks. I like the effort you put into this." Nate said casually, sliding it into his pocket.

 Tara's head snapped up as she stared at him in surprise.

 He didn't say anything else after that. They just ate in silence.

 A few days later, she caught him in one of the cafes, writing in it. A huge smile spread across her face.