*Crack*

Chapter Four

Give me your shit. I don't wanna see u doing anything for the next 30 minutes.

Mr. Osshauhgnessey grabs my bag and sits on it after emptying its contents onto the floor.

"What nice stuff you have. I'm gonna sell it on the black market, along with my feet pics."

He grabs his phone with his nice hands and snaps pics of his toes and my pencils. Damn, my mom bought me those. Wait- no she didn't- I don't have parents because I'm so cliche and quirky.

Anyways detention ends and I didn't get my stuff back. It got sold.

I walk home in the setting sun's light as the wind blows my perfectly styled bleach blonde hair that I was born with. My perfect blue orbs glitter as I walk down the sidewalk. My thoughts immediately get disrupted as someone yelled my wonderful name.

Ah, one of the band guys, Ryan. He waves at me as he dismantles his clarinet. Then someone else gets my attention. It was Madden, the attractive band major. His perfect brown hair glitters under the golden light as his smile brings such a wonderful aura around everyone. I like auras they're like so cool, I'm such a material girl. His perfect form is absolutely mesmerizing as he lifts the bass drum with his perfect hands. God, he is such an amazing figure. How is someone who's in band so cute? Like his sense of style is perfect and his hazel eyes are shaped and coloured perfectly. They remind me so much of sweet pools of honey.

God snap out of it Claire, he's a band kid. Plus, he would never go for you.

"Hey, you, Ryan's friend. Can you help us clean up? If you don't mind."

"O-o-o-oh, uhm sure!"

"Thanks. Ryan is over there. I'm gonna head out though. Bye."

Holy shit- he talked to me. Damn. I'm not gonna mind the fact he left since he probably has his own cool life to live. I am definitely not simping for him though. He's just a nice person. I would never simp for anyone. Except for Chad! Wait no. He is definitely not husband material with his alpha daddy composure.

God the marching band stuff is so hard to clean up. But we finally finished with the power of friendship.

I get back on the sidewalk and walk home. I reach a shady-looking street but I get on it because why not. Something then hits me causing me to fall unconscious.