Don't Leave Me., chapter 3
We hurried off to the music room for band practice. It was activity period and that was the time when every one had forty-five minutes to do whatever they wanted. There were some organized clubs held but they kinda sucked. Ya know the sort, computer club, and math club.
I saw Mike on the way. I grinned at him. He glanced up at me, but then quickly walked on. I frowned after him and rushed off.
We practiced for a while, and then we left the room, deciding we had done a good job. I closed the door behind me, and started to walk down the corridor.
I looked behind me and saw Mike open the door and walk in - Followed by Kelsey. They were smiling and laughing. I hurried up to the door, but I didn't go in. I pushed it open slightly, so I could see and hear them, but they couldn't see me.
Mike swiftly picked up a near by bass and sat down with it. Kelsey smiled brightly and sat down next to him on a stool, swinging her legs because her feet didn't quite touch the ground.
"So, what's this called again, Michael?" she asked eagerly. Mike smiled at her again and again.
"It's called Seeing Red," he replied proudly. He began plucking away beautifully and professionally. And then he began to sing. Wonderfully.
I listened to the lyrics, my heart pounding. The song was about me. I was sure it was. Seeing Red. I peered down at my tartan mini and smirked. He must have thought that the burst of red through my black outfit was beautiful. Mike really did like me. He must have liked me! The song would have been written in a rush, because he had only just met me. But he must have liked me a lot. The lyrics would have just poured out of his pen onto paper. Or maybe he was singing straight from his heart, the lyrics coming from nowhere. I didn't mind which. All I cared about was Mike.
Kelsey didn't realize the song was for me though. She listened, smiling from ear to ear, her legs swinging from the high stool to the time of the music. Mike smiled back at her as he sang.
When the song was over, I swaggered away, feeling brilliant.
I caught up with Mike at the end of school.
"You play bass!" I smiled. He looked at me.
"How do you know?" He asked sharply, narrowing his eyes. I lowered my eyes, smiling still.
"Because I heard your song before. You know ... The one you wrote for me."
Mike stared hard at me.
"Gemma, why would I write a song for you?"
I saw Mike on the way. I grinned at him. He glanced up at me, but then quickly walked on. I frowned after him and rushed off.
We practiced for a while, and then we left the room, deciding we had done a good job. I closed the door behind me, and started to walk down the corridor.
I looked behind me and saw Mike open the door and walk in - Followed by Kelsey. They were smiling and laughing. I hurried up to the door, but I didn't go in. I pushed it open slightly, so I could see and hear them, but they couldn't see me.
Mike swiftly picked up a near by bass and sat down with it. Kelsey smiled brightly and sat down next to him on a stool, swinging her legs because her feet didn't quite touch the ground.
"So, what's this called again, Michael?" she asked eagerly. Mike smiled at her again and again.
"It's called Seeing Red," he replied proudly. He began plucking away beautifully and professionally. And then he began to sing. Wonderfully.
I listened to the lyrics, my heart pounding. The song was about me. I was sure it was. Seeing Red. I peered down at my tartan mini and smirked. He must have thought that the burst of red through my black outfit was beautiful. Mike really did like me. He must have liked me! The song would have been written in a rush, because he had only just met me. But he must have liked me a lot. The lyrics would have just poured out of his pen onto paper. Or maybe he was singing straight from his heart, the lyrics coming from nowhere. I didn't mind which. All I cared about was Mike.
Kelsey didn't realize the song was for me though. She listened, smiling from ear to ear, her legs swinging from the high stool to the time of the music. Mike smiled back at her as he sang.
When the song was over, I swaggered away, feeling brilliant.
I caught up with Mike at the end of school.
"You play bass!" I smiled. He looked at me.
"How do you know?" He asked sharply, narrowing his eyes. I lowered my eyes, smiling still.
"Because I heard your song before. You know ... The one you wrote for me."
Mike stared hard at me.
"Gemma, why would I write a song for you?"
