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Chapter eight

"Lord save me, I know I'm a sinner but this isn't right..." Jades currently leaning her head against her hands and murmuring softly, I smack the back of her head.

"Nu uh, you don't take advantage of the messiah to get you the chocolate you forgot." I reprimand.

She pouts as Max comes to sit with us, "You two are totally making me sacrifice the senior table." he announces, "But none of my friends have fourth period lunch so you're going to be graced with my presence."

I roll my eyes "Ya know Jade after all these years I'm finally understanding why people tell me to cut the sarcasm."

Max smirks, "Oh I'm not being sarcastic, my presence is a blessing."

Mike laughs, "Taylor there's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for."

"Don't you dare quote Panic! At The Disco you smurf." I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Smurf- American, be culturally sensitive." He smiles.

"Well this is arguably more entertaining then the senior table." Max laughs.

Jade smiles, looking up at Max and shaking her head, "We're the real champs, forget the populars."

"Populars? God how stereotypical can you get." I roll my eyes, stabbing at a salad with a plastic spork. The school's order of forks hadn't come in yet. Actual punishment for my sins.

"Speak of the devil." Max mutters, pointing a spork at Jaxon, who walks over to a table with the foot ball team.

I shrug, "The devil has passed us by, in other news, Max you've got that gig on Saturday, Rick wants you in on Friday to make sure you can smooth out everything."

Max smiles widely, "Thanks so much for talking to him by the way, this'll be awesome."

"No thanks needed, I mean you're gonna do great." I reply.

Jade smiles widely and Mike emits a sigh, "You know what won't be awesome? French. Why did I take French?"

I smile, "We both chose it in seventh grade, you wanted to impress the ladies, same reason you payed attention to Shakespeare in last years English I might add, and I knew Eliza could teach me when I spaced out in class."

"Ah yes, comment dites- vous 'you are fucked'?" Jade asks smugly.

"Vous êtes baisé actually." I laugh, "We watched a movie in French last year she forgot to censor."

"Yeah well now I can compare girls to a summers day and forget imperfect conjugations of avoir." Mike sighs.

We all laugh and I notice not many people are eating, I'm used to a like 2 o'clock lunch so I get it, it's way to early.

The bell rings and Jade smirks, "Well I'm not fucked cause I'm great at Spanish. Adios Bitchatchos."

Max smiles, shaking his head, "Man," he mummers, "She's really something."

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"Bonjour, comment ça va?" Mike deadpans.

I sigh, "Mike we gotta talk about what we're better at like 'I'm better then Paula at badminton'."

"Who's Paula?"

"Not the point."

"Well every conversation starts with hello and how are you so how the hell are you?" He rolls his eyes.

Madame Moisand passes us and frowns, "En Français." She chides.

Mike sighs and waits until she leaves to admit he doesn't remember any of this from last year and that I should probably talk for the both of us.

"Oh hell nah," I laugh, "Vous es trés stupid."

"Quoi? Tu nes sais pas français?" He retorts, stumbling.

I roll my eyes, "I know french, and you know Hamlet."

And Mike, leaning carelessly back on a chair waves a hand in the air and recites, "To be, or not to be--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Or to take arms against a sea of troubles."

I smile, "Michael William Smith the Third you pwn Shakespeare."

"Do not ever speak my name in its entirety." Mike responds seriously.

"Sure thing Michael." I laugh.

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I walk into Music Tech and see both Holden brothers gesturing at a computer, engaged in some sort of discussion.

"Listen if there's one thing I know it's music." Max says.

"Yeah well I know Music Tech." Jaxon counters.

"And I know John Green quotes." I smirk, pulling up a chair in between them, willing Jaxon just to play it cool instead of apologizing or something. I just want to have a fun MT class.

"Taylor, would you rather have a guitar solo at the beginning or middle of a song?" Max asks immediately.

"How long is it?" I ask.

"Only like 30 seconds." he replies.

I think a second, "Put a chorus in the beginning, put the solo then really start the song, if it's sad though do like the exact opposite, do the song then when everything's at like the peak of energy do the solo then do chorus quiet and end it."

"Told you!" Max smiles, "I said we should start off with it."

Jaxon rolls his eyes, "Yeah well I told you we should ad a guitar solo in the first place so we're even."

"Listen up!" Mr. DiTimasso announces, "This is a mixed class so instead of making Juniors and Seniors relive the 'first day lecture' I'm holding the newbies conference in the corner. Now, go on!"

I smiled and turned around on my chair, turning back to the brothers. "Can I hear this mysterious song?" I ask, smirking.

"It's in progress, I gotta work out the drumming." Max replies, "Later, at the end of this class."

"Fine, fine." I slide over to a computer and start playing around with the beats, I add violin to some drums and put on headphones, shielding the world from the chaotic sounds my boredom is producing.

Someone says something by me and I take off the huge, old school headphones, turning around. Everyone's just kinda sitting there, Jaxon is next to me but he's quiet.

"God." I mutter, "School is actually making me hallucinate."

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Sorry for the crap ending. I had to cut the scene cause it wasn't going anywhere.