"Where is he?" I asked Trinity, with a sigh.
"Lord knows," she answered, flipping through her new magazine. She offered me a sip of her Starbucks Frappuccino.
I shook my head, plopping down on the floor with a sigh. "This is ridiculous. He's over 15 minutes late."
"He'll have a sob story," Trinity warned. "Don't let him rope you in."
"I don't think he'll ever rope me in," I muttered, with an over exaggerated sigh. "Where do you think he is?"
"Well his car isn't here," Trinity said. "So that rules out Shane."
"Awkward," I muttered. "Where does Tyler go?"
"You got me."
"Aren't you guys twins?" I demanded.
"Let me just use my twin Jedi powers to summon him," she said, sarcastically.
"Well it's about dang time."
"He probably forgot you guys were supposed to practice today."
"Showcase is in two days. How could he forget?"
"Maybe he's working with Mackenzie?"
"Kenzie is working with Coach Kat today."
"Oh yeah." Trinity patted her stomach. "I should probably start working with Kat too."
"At this point I just want to pass Showcase. That's all I care about."
"Well good luck going acapella."
I rolled my eyes, humming my song to myself as I passed the studio floor.
"Are you sure he knew you were meeting here?"
"We discussed it like nine times."
I heard a car door slam outside. I went out of the studio and into Trinity's room, peeking out the window.
Tyler was positioning himself on the hood of his car, his back leaning against his windshield.
"What are you doing?" I muttered to myself.
He began to toss a hacky sack up and down, his lips moving. He was talking to himself.
I went downstairs, silently creeping out to his car so he wouldn't hear me.
"As long as I've got my suit and tie," he sang, softly. "I'mma leave it all on the floor tonight."
"And you got fixed up to the nines, let me show you a few things," I sang, standing up to face him.
He let out a scream, falling off of the hood of his car.
I bent over laughing, clenching my abdomen as he slowly stood up, brushing himself off.
"You know what else isn't cool?"
I rolled my eyes. "How many days away is Showcase?"
"And what were you supposed to do today?"
He shrugged, leaning against his car. "Hang out with the guys and pick up dinner, both of which I did."
I pointed to his second-story window. "Anything else?"
He gave me a weird look. "My room is relatively clean?"
I slapped him upside the head. "We had Showcase practice dumbass!"
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Monroe Academy for the ArtsTeen Fiction
Completed. Thousands of students apply, and only 75 get in per year. This prestigious academy is seemingly perfect on the outside, it's every student's dream. But the students struggle to keep up the facade. Each student holds a secret, something de...