"You're so stupid Matt." I said and he raised his eyebrows in challenge. All of a sudden, I grabbed his notebook that was lying on his desk and I slid it off of his desk. All of his papers flew to the floor and Sydney let out a bark of laughter, watching our exchange. Matt scrambled to get all of his papers together and I just laughed at him. Matt was one of Sydney and I's closest friends since grade school and we all loved each other so much.
"You loser." I heard him mumble and I just shrugged playfully. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nash, glance towards us. He sat on the complete other side of the room and I felt my cheeks heat up by his look. I thought he was so attractive with his dark brown hair and the brightest blue eyes you would've ever seen. Let's just say, that I had a crush on him for a long time. One problem was, he was a football player and super popular. But I was only semi-popular and somewhat of a dork. I remember we used to talk often and we were friends even now too, but it was only an occasional hello shared between us every six months, give or take. He had two classes with me, but he always sat with his popular group of snobby friends so I could never talk to him, much less stare into those dreamy eyes.
"A! Snap out of it!" Sydney said to me, snapping her fingers in front of me. I shook my head, realizing I had been staring at him for two minutes. I saw Madison, his girlfriend glare at me and I looked away quickly. That was the second problem. He had an overly obnoxious, overbearing, self-centered, egoistic, rude af girlfriend who knew that I liked her boyfriend. She was super nice to my face and around other people like Nash and would even compliment me some days. But otherwise.. I had seen what she did to people. How she brought down people that she didn't like and made their high school "status" disappear. None of this high school crap mattered anyways, it's not like we would see these people in five years, but I guess what was happening in the present was somewhat important.
The most cruel thing Madison ever did to me was embarrass me three years ago. I had shown up to school wearing white pants and I just had started my period that year, so I didn't know how to handle it very well and I didn't realize that I was starting it that very day. I'd gone through first and second block perfectly, nothing had happened at all. But then time came around to Spanish class, and that's when everything fell apart. I had walked up to go to our Spanish teacher's desk to hand in an assignment to her and apparently, there had been a very obvious spot on the back of my pants. And the next thing you know, Nash called me over to where he was sitting with Madison and told me to go change. And it wasn't in the nice way either. That year was when Madison had found out about my crush on him and she chose to exploit it against me every chance she got. Her and Nash weren't even dating then, but she had made Nash tell me. The guy that I liked. I had just ran out of the classroom crying then, thinking about how embarrassing it was to be told by the guy you like that you were bleeding all over the place.
So ever since then, I had a grudge against her. And I normally wasn't the type to stay mad at someone, but that was just really traumatic for me.
Pretty soon, class ended and I was off to music appreciation class. This was my favorite class of the day, because who didn't have a good time with music? I was so glad our school offered it and had a whole program based for it.
It was a large class, the largest of all of mine and it had around 35-40 kids and that was okay because the classroom was big and usually what we did, it didn't matter how many people you had.
I slid into my desk, a little late than usual and watched as the teacher approached the front of the classroom. I loved Mrs. Cunningham and I was glad she was our teacher, because her love for music was clearly evident in her teaching.
Matt was in this class with me so he raised a peace sign at me as I sat down. I just nodded my head at him and he grinned.
"Okay guys, I know we have been learning about various music styles from Beethoven and we even talked about Drake for a little bit. What is the most important thing you've learned about why people make music?" Mrs. Cunningham asked the room. Everyone quieted down and a few people snickered between themselves when she mentioned Drake. I noticed that nobody was making a move and I had the answer clear in my head so I raised my hand slowly and awkwardly.
"Yes Ava."
"As a form of expression." I said confidently and she nodded with a smile on her face.
"Yes that's correct! So instead of learning about musical history, for the next month, I want you guys to express yourselves. By writing a song with a partner, making your own music, and presenting it to the class." She said and murmurs broke out in the class and people whispered excitedly. I liked the idea, but I felt a little shy to show the class my work.
"And I will be choosing partners." She spoke and we all groaned, a few people protesting. She waved them away and grabbed a bucket in which she had put all our names. She started calling people out and I silently groaned because Sydney, wasn't in this class, so my best option went down the drain. Matt was in the class, but he had been already paired with some other girl and I felt really stressed. I didn't want to have a bad partner, that would ruin the whole project for me. I found it hard to work with people if they weren't willing to put their whole effort in. I silently prayed I got a good partner.
"Ava Sampson.." Mrs. Cunningham called out. I crossed my fingers, waiting for the second name.
"You're with Shawn Mendes."
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Chapter 1
Start from the beginning
