A six letter word I'll never forget

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 Drew's alarm went off the following morning. It was time for him to get ready for school. Drew really, really didn't want to get up. But whatever, he had to anyway. He didn't really have another choice. Drew sighed and shoved his covers off of him, climbing out of bed. His feet hit the floor with a thump as he stood up. He dragged himself over to his closet, slipped on his usual sweatpants and hoodie, and closed the door again. There was a mirror there- on the other side of the door. Drew found it hard to fully recognize the boy standing in it. It was Drew alright, but his hair was a mess. His eyes were red with defined bags under them. He looked like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep that night. Which was accurate. He might've managed to drift off once for about an hour. But he'd spent most of the night staring at his ceiling, with the occasional breakdown and subsequent sobbing. Jeez, Drew was a miserable image of who he was supposed to be. I guess losing the person you care about the most does that to you. He wondered how shit Jake must feel right now. Fuck. This is his fault. Drew did this. All of it. He couldn't even try and hide from it. It was so clear, so obvious, that Jake's misery was all his fault. Drew shook his head. He needed to get to school.

There has to be something I can do to help Jake, Drew thought, making his way to his first class. He'd normally meet up with his friend group out front in their spot, but honestly he didn't feel up to it today. Some people looked at him weird as he walked in the door. The school clearly wasn't used to seeing the rich, spoiled kid with a 'perfect life' walking around with his head down and messy hair. He hoped none of them managed to catch his face. That'd be embarrassing.

I could give him something? Nah... He'd probably just throw it away. Actually he probably wouldn't accept it in the first place. Hm... Maybe I could ask someone to apologise to him for me? No, I want to do it myself. I mean it'd probably be better to have someone else who actually knows how to apologise do it for me, but... it feels less personal that way. Besides, he probably wouldn't care anyway. What's something that would make Jake feel better, without fail... Drew stopped in his tracks, an idea forming in his head. Wait... Of course! I destroyed something Jake really cared about... The least I could do is try and put it back together. Drew smiled. He'd have to talk to the Music Club during lunch. Maybe if he was honest with them, they'd forgive Jake, and then Jake could perform with them. He knew now how much that meant to Jake. Drew didn't like it, but... He wanted Jake to be happy. And this was the way to do it.

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Drew sighed with relief as his 3rd period class ended. Thank God, Drew thought, standing up. Lunch break. Drew really wasn't hungry. He didn't have an appetite. Drew stumbled his way out of his 3rd block class and started making his way toward the music room. Actually, Drew thought. I may want to take a while getting there. I don't want to be waiting in the room for them. Drew decided to take a detour to his locker to... He didn't really know. He just didn't know where else to wait. When he arrived he opened up his locker and took out his phone. He scrolled around on that for a while until it was past time that rehearsals normally start. (He'd picked up the starting time from Jake) Drew tucked his phone into his pocket and slammed his locker shut. A couple people looked in his direction as he did so. For once he hated how his locker was so hard to close. He normally didn't mind it much, he had friends and would just talk to them and not notice the loud locker as he had to slam it. But they weren't here right now, and the sound of the metal clashing echoing off the walls made the feeling of loneliness that much more prominent. Alright. Drew thought, grounding himself in reality. Time to go attempt to reason with people who hate my guts.

Why am I doing this. Why did I decide to do this to myself. Drew was almost at the music room, and starting to regret his life decisions. They're going to be so mad at me. They already hate me, but somehow they're going to hate me more. Drew placed his hand on the door handle into the music room. He could hear the club talking inside. Drew sighed. You're doing this for Jake, he reminded himself. You owe him this. Drew clenched his fits around the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open. Hailey whipped around and the rest of the club looked up at the door. Drew stepped in awkwardly, not sure what to say.