Nothing Better Than Revenge (One Direction)

Chapter 2: ~I'm so FAIL.~

Chapter 2: ~I'm so FAIL.~

I was never meant to play guitar. I am classically trained. I grew up with a violin thrust in my hand. My dad's a famous violinist... but he got into an accident where a nerve in his left hand was torn and now he can't use it. I think he wants me to continue for him... but I can't. Not because I'm not good. I'm actually pretty good.

I just hate being controlled. 

Anyway, I've always secretly played Harry's guitar. He has one stashed at the corner of his room to impress some of his girls that 'visit' but he doesn't really play.

Stupid Harry. He's always invading my thoughts.

And you've probably noticed that I have a weird train of thoughts.

Like now, I'm thinking of one thing, then the next second, I'm thinking of another.

Like right now, I said 'one thing'  on the statement above.. it makes me want to sing One Thing.

Harry! Get out get out get out of my head! And I mean it.

"Chloe, I have to go sit with Sapph, Emm and Fiona. I'll see ya later!"Arylle said before she disappeared somewhere. At least she interrupted my weird thoughts.

The auditions began at some point. There were about 15 people who were auditioning with me. Well, actually, auditions have been going for more than a week already and still, Fiona isn't contented with anybody's performance. She yelled at quite a few girls already and she doesn't accept guys. She's strict like that.

Why do I even bother? It's pretty obvious she's gonna reject me anyway.

And Just what have I gotten myself into? I'm actually going to perform in front of Ultraviolet, the most popular band in our school. I am actually standing on a stage, in front of Fiona Skyler, Sapphire Ace, Arylle Summers and Emmily Stewart, the most talented chicks at our school. No matter how many times I repeat these in my head, it won't sink in.

Well, I guess that's for the better since I'm not really nervous or anything. Am I?

Argh, I don't know what to think! I haven't even practiced that song that Arylle told me to practice. I'm so FAIL. I'm gonna make a fool of myself and all of Attleya Academy are gonna know about it. Even though audition has been going on for quite a while now, a lot of students still watch.

Hopefully, by the time I'm 30 something, everybody would've forgotten and I'd be able to find a decent boyfriend.

and after 12434659683748q24937 minutes, I was called. Yeah, I'm the last one and the wait was just killing me. Oh and yeah, I was exaggerating. Besides you can't have a 'q' in minutes. Can you?

Anyway, I was called to face impending doom..

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I slowly walked towards the center of the stage, breathing deeply and keeping my head low. I picked up the guitar that was lying there and looked up to see all people staring at me. I looked over at Arylle, she was smiling at me, encouraging me through this craziness. Fiona was glaring, she must be pissed because she can't seem to find somebody good enough. Then I saw Emmily glaring at me, making it perfectly clear that she hates me.