Love Problems...

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Zanders POV.

As soon as the bell ended, Drew immediately got up and left.

I rolled my eyes.

'Can't stand being next to a music freak, huh?'

I thought to myself, slightly rolling my eyes.

As I collected my things, I noticed there was a black notebook right next to mine.

"Huh.." I mumbled in confusion.

"Milly or Hailey must've put this in my bag accidently."

I muttered to myself, thinking that I just accidentally grabbed it from my bag earlier, thinking it was mine.

I grabbed the notebook and opened it to confirm my theory.

I immediately noticed the handwritten music sheets.

I raised a brow.

"Milly can make her own music sheets now?"

I shrugged and kept flipping through pages out of curiosity.

I stopped on one specific page in the middle.

"Huh..." I mumbled, reading the page.

My eyes widened.

This wasn't just a music notebook...It was also...A diary?

There was a lot written inside.

Specifically... About Jake.

There was no way this could've been Milly's book..She wouldn't have a crush on that asshat. So...There was only one possibility...Or so I thought.

'Hailey has a crush on Jake?!'

I closed the book and shoved it in my bag.

"I'm gonna kill him..." I muttered as I stood up.

Though, I knew I couldn't. That would mean I'd have to admit I snooped in Haileys diary.

Or, so I thought.

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In The Music Room..

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I stood next to my piano, boredly pressing random keys as I tried to find a tune.

Me and the club had been working on the song for hours now, but didn't really get much done...

I sighed and grabbed my bag.

"Hey, guys, I'm gonna go get something out of my locker really quick."

"Alright, be careful." Hailey said, raising her eyes from her notebook.

I squinted at her, placing one of my hands on my hip.

"Be careful? Where exactly do you think we are?..." I asked sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes.

"Just go get whatever you're talking about."

"Be careful!" Luke exclaimed.

I turned to him and facepalmed myself before walking out of the room.

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