Bad boy gets attached

Chapter 3 A team

After having dinner, I retreat back to my room and decide to play my guitar. I pull it out of its case that I put in the closet so I would be safe. I strum the strings and tune it. I play a couple chords getting use to the plucking pattern. and decide to play my favorite song, A team by Ed Sheeran. As I play the first couple of chords I loose myself in the music. "White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste.Light's gone, day's end. Struggling to pay rent.Long nights, strange men. And they say.She's in the Class A Team. Stuck in her daydream.
Been this way since eighteen.But lately her face seems.Slowly sinking, wasting.
Crumbling like pastries.And they scream.The worst things in life come free to us.'Cause we're just under the upper hand.And go mad for a couple grams.And she don't want to go outside tonight.And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland.Or sells love to another man.It's too cold outside.For angels to fly.Angels to fly." I play the wrong chord, but smile anyway because I haven't played my guitar in almost a year.

And then I hear clap come from the doorway, and look up startled. "Wow, you have an amazing voice," Alex is leaning against the door frame looking at me with his startling green eyes. And I can't seem to form words in my mouth, "you weren't suppose to hear that" I say astonished. He just gives me a cheeky grin and walks further into my room. When he reaches my bedside he grabs my guitar and sits down next to me and finishes the song. "For angles to die." He sings in perfect tune, "now, you have an amazing voice" I smile. He looks at me in the eyes and begins to lean forward, and I realize at that moment how close we are, and begin to freak out and scoot away from him.

"well that was fun" I say, all to quickly. He gives me a look then smiles, like a real smile, with dimples. "Are you majoring in music?" he asks. I tense up at his question, "no I'm a physics major" even thought that wasn't my choice. My mother more or less ordered me to major is physics because that's what she thought I should do. When I really know it's because she never went to college. "well you should think about switching, because your voice is amazing" he says looking into my eyes. I make a tsk noise and start laughing, "try telling my mother that" I mumble, but he must have heard that. "you should think about it, and before you decide, ask yourself if it's what you want to do" and with that he gets up and walks back out of my room leaving me there with nothing more than my thoughts. I decide to sleep on it and think about it more tomorrow, so I grab my bathroom box for the 3rd time today and take it into the bathroom, and this time with only myself. I empty the box out and place everything where's I think it's suppose to go. And then jump in the shower letting the hot water calm my nerves. After my shower I change into my comfy shorts and tank top, then climb into my new bed, which is actually really comfortable. And drift off to sleep.

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