Broken Chords

Chapter 5

WOOHOO CHAPTER 5! Please read the author's note at the end as well.

So I checked my food today. No arsenic in it. Maybe I'm just slowly going crazy. Or the school food's getting to me...That's totally plausible.

Wait what if that was an announcement. "Here at Hellhole High, our hotdogs bounce!". Well my school isn't actually named Hellhole High. It's actually some fancy name that nobody remembers. But I do enjoy the name Hellhole High. It has some nice alliteration to it.

Yeah...school food is definitely getting to me. Ah the musings of my brain in the morning. Andddddd look at the time! I should really be getting into my car...righto. Also ease off on the coffee.

At school

"Hey Hailey!"

Well, that killed my good mood pretty much instantaneously. WHY IN THE NAME OF EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY IS CYRUS LEANING ON MY LOCKER.

"Hello? Anybody in there? Ohhhh wait, you have headphones on." Damn him to all the pits of hell. He took them off of me. Damn him.

"Much better. Now I'm not talking to a zombie. Well I'm assuming that you aren't a zombie because I'm pretty sure I saw you consume some of that mush which the school calls food yesterday and I'm like 99% sure it isn't brains because then wouldn't we all be zombies but then if you think about it school basically turns us all into zombies," he rambles.

Wait. Back up. Why in HELL was he watching me. Because stalker rule number one. You don't TELL people you're stalking them. That just takes all of the fun out of it. Also..I'm sure zombies aren't supposed to be good looking. SNAP OUT OF IT HAILEY. I think it's my hormones.

"...so sound good?"

Oh crap. While I was trying to sort out my rambling thoughts in my head, Cyrus was speaking to me. Strange in of itself.

"Sorry what? I missed it," I said.

"I've been working on a music project. I was asking do you want to collaborate with me on it? No, don't worry, you don't have to sing. I prefer to avoid that...for both my sanity and all surrounding dogs', " said Cyrus. Well hey, what do you know. Mr I Can Make the Straight Guys Stare can't sing (well at least I think they're straight. There was Josh...) . And wants to work with me. Maybe that whole sickness/arsenic poisoning is going around.

Still clearly under the influence of said school food I reply, "Yeah sure. But if you ever take my headphones off I WILL make it so you can't have children. Understand?"

"Deal. Wait...what if I got a 9 foot pole. And body armor?"

"Nope."

"Chocolate?"

"Are you...mentally...all there Cyrus? Of course." I pause. "JUST KIDDING."

For some reason, a grin lights up his face. Do I even want to know...I don't think so.

"So, we should make a deal. If I back out of this, then you get to have me do whatever. If you back out of this, then I get to make you do whatever. Except take off your headphones. I understand. Just no more prods at my mental sanity. Because who knows. Maybe you won't get the answer you're expecting," he says, with a smirk on his face.

Should, for my sanity, I be doing this? No. Do I, for some strange reason, want to? Yes. Probably the school food. Also, why does he look so damn attractive smirking? And there was atrocious grammar in there. FOCUS HAILEY.

"Sure. So...my terms...well..the obvious no taking off my headphones (oh well there was some sort of innuendo there...), and um...if you back out..you have to...SING. In front of the whole cafeteria." Haha. That should make him stay in the deal. Wait. Wait wait wait. Didn't I NOT want him to bother me ever again like 5 minutes ago?