Bad news

9

And I thought I could be the one
The next lesson was Sports but I didn’t have my kit so I had to sit out so I decided to go back to music and luckily there was a spare practice room. I sat down on the on the piano stool, breathed in and out and started working on the duet me and you had created. It was called Rewrite the stars. (Yes the greatest showman song). I started playing the chords while humming you’re part of the song. Then it came up to my part which was unfinished so I started writing some words to the chords.
“You think it’s easy you think I… don’t want to come back? No that doesn’t sound right. You think I don’t want to run to you,” it felt so easy writing this song about you cause it was all true yet there was also another boy in my mind. Really y/n, first day at school and your already curious about a boy when I specifically asked you not to. I didn’t like Johnny one bit, he was annoying but I wanted to know why he was intimidating and dangerous. He didn’t seem bad but maybe that was just me cause I was dating you. I really thought I could make it work for you and change to fit into your image of a perfect girlfriend. Obviously I couldn’t. I made sure the door was shut and sang the whole song through but quietly cause I didn’t want anyone hearing. It got to the new lyrics and I just couldn’t hold the tears in anymore. I had to let them out. I heard the door open so I quickly wiped away my tears.
“Hey, you good?” A low voice asked. It sounded like Johnny.
“Yes. I’m fine. Get out,” a little harshly but he deserved it.
“No I will not get out when you’re sad,” he carries on. I am not turning around. He cannot see me like this cause who knows what rumour will go around. I grab my stuff while putting my hood on.
“Fine then I’ll leave,” I say bluntly when he grabs my wrist and drags me back to my seat.
“No you will stay here,” he says staring deeply into my soul. He reminded me so much of you. From the way he spoke to the way he dressed, it was literally you.
“Why are you here?” I question him knowing he never has intentions of where he is
“I was just gonna practice and heard you singing so I was intrigued,” he says.
“You heard me? Singing? Please don’t tell anyone,” I beg him.
“Why shouldn’t I? You have real talent,” he claims.
“Just promise me you won’t,’ I really hope he won’t
“Okay I won’t,” he says it in a really calm way. Maybe he isn’t so bad.