Twisted Strings [MONSTER EDITING - Read at your own risk]

All the Strangers

2. All the Strangers 

I used to think that no one could be more beautiful than Stella Baker, I mean she was a teenage version of Nicole Kidman. But while the whole class introduced themselves, I couldn't help but stare at the new guy's head. He was focused on the names though, listening intently, the frown refused to leave his face. 

His name was Oliver Parker and he was from WestFall High, a private school that was around forty five minutes away from ours. He said, he liked playing guitar and was still trying to improve his singing. I stared at his face the whole time while he talked. I was being shameless, but it wasn't everyday you come across boys like him. He had the sort of hair that you want to run your fingers through, the sort of cheeks you want to touch, lips that you want to kiss. God, what was wrong with me?

''When the hell is the real thing going to fucking start? It's not first day of Primary for heavens sake.'' The girl who sat beside me grumbled. She was another spectacle to look at, with dark blue hair that were flying in all directions, resembling spikes and around hundred tattoos on her body. Her lip piercing looked painful when she spoke. Her shirt had a picture of several zombies on it and I couldn't help but look at the horrid faces. She caught me staring at her and glared, 

''What the fuck are you looking at?'' She demanded, giving me a once over. 

My eyes widened, ''N-nothing'' I looked away from her fast and tried not to stare again.   

''You are being too obvious, stop looking at him Quinn.'' Rhodes whispered to me after a few minutes, his warm breath fanned over my face. I nudged him with my elbow, making him yelp. 

''I'm not staring.'' 

''You are! He isn't the first boy you are seeing.'' No, but he was the most handsome one and I had a weak heart. Rhodes wasn't ever interested in anyone or anything, which made it hard for me to fangirl over guys with him. If I had a girlfriend, she would be freaking out with me right now. Rhodes parents were Dad's college friends, which meant Rhodes and I grew up together. We had been by each other's sides for so long that I barely remembered how we met. I bet he knew, he always knew everything. Unlike me, he had a high IQ and a solid memory. 

The introductions stretched over for twenty minutes and I was growing impatient as the clock ticked by. The crude girl sitting beside me - Zombie stuff was a fitting name - was swearing with a speed of light. She was more impatient than myself. The last person to introduce himself was Lars, who took his time listing the things he was good at.

''Show off.'' Rhodes muttered under his breath, 

 After Lars sat down, Mr. Flynn went back to his spot and clapped his hands together, 

''I'll try to remember all the names, but if I forget, please don't hesitate to remind me. Now, onto the task at hand!'' The room buzzed with excitement and we all held our breaths. The wait was finally over. 

''I'm sure you all are dying to know about the competition. Now this might be very surprising to hear, the Camp is actually being hosted by Christopher Reed, you all know him, I assume?'' We all looked at each other blankly, 

Who didn't know Chris Reed? He was born in Lakesville, he grew up as a musician here, his popularity rose from this very own town. He was our own resident legend and he was also my role model. Every song that Chris Reed wrote and composed had become a hit. In the process, he had made many other people stars as well. I wanted to be able to write like him, I wanted to sing like him. Gosh, I loved him so much. He was the reason why I got into music in the first place. 

Mr. Flynn continued with a pleased smile, ''His label ''Firemate' is sponsoring this competition, and the winner will have a chance to sing a song he produced.'' His words sent a wave of explosion around the room and my eyes widened with everyone else. I looked at Rhodes so fast that I probably cramped my neck, wondering if I had heard Mr. Flynn correctly.