Just Wanna Be Yours

5 | laughing

🎵Walking with ya, didn't seem true,
Cause she was laughing, your hand in hers...🎵

H E A T H E R

Yay, life.

Haha, ignore my sobbing.

I was walking to school, luckily by myself. Bianca was leaving in Dad's car, because she cried every time she walked, since her friends came to school in freaking Lamborghinis.

Spoilt, much?

A car beeped at me and swerved onto the pavement, almost hitting me when someone grabbed me and yanked me back. I was pushed into their chest and looked up at my savior with wide eyes and- hold up, Dustin?

How many times do I have to see this guy?

"Heather," He panted, "You okay?"

"Yeah." I slowly untangled myself away from him before glancing at the car that had almost hit me. There were men in black suits, glaring at me, before swerving right back off the pavement and leaving us with a horrible screech.

Rude.

"What the hell?" I watched as the car zoomed away, before looking back at Dustin. He was running a hand through his hair, before meeting my eyes and smiling at me.

"Long time no see, eh?"

"I saw you at the airport last month."

"True, but the last time we actually talked was like, three years ago?"

"Pretty much. How are things?" I asked him, and we walked forwards. He shrugged nonchalantly, although his expression said otherwise, and carried on.

"Normal, I guess. You're going Oakland High, right?"

"Sadly."

"Oh, I didn't know you went here, and I've been going since first year?"

"Oh, I'm new. I just transferred this year. Me and my sister are going." I explained. He nodded and we walked to the school, talking. I found out that he played football there, and was captain of the actual team. Wow.

"So, how's music going for ya?" He asked, opening the door for me as we arrived. I gratefully stepped inside.

"Great. I still play, even if my parents are strict about it." I said with a smile, before he told the receptionist I was new. She handed him my timetable, which he gave to me, and he led me to my locker, reading off the sheet I was provided with.

"Oh, sweet, we have the same classes for everything." He noted with a smile. I nodded back.

"That's great, 'cause I have no idea what I'm doing quite frankly." I sighed, shaking my head before putting my timetable away. He chuckled, lightly banging on the locker door.

"Yours, madame."

"Why thank you, kind Sir." I replied with sarcasm, making him grin.

"Hey, Dust- Oh, hey! You're Heather, right?" I turned back confusedly, seeing the same girl who had met up with Dustin at the airport.

"Oh, Heather, meet Sophie. Soph, this is Heather." He introduced us. Sophie beamed at me and put an arm around our shoulders.

"Well, Heather, you look stunning! A little birdie told me you play music - fantastic! I'm a cheerleader, head of the cheerleading team, frankly, so I know the stress with music and stuff. Coordination, like playing a piano. You play piano?"

"Yeah, my Uncle taught me it. And being head of the cheerleading team, that's great! But how did you know my name and that I play music?"

Sophie propped her arm against Dustin's shoulder, "Heather, this is little birdie."

"You told her about... me?"

"She saw you at the airport and asked who you were. I only told her that." He explained, looking annoyed at Sophie. She only smirked back, before wrapping an arm around me.

"Hey, Heath, can I call you that?"

"Uh, sure."

"Yay! So, Heath, it would be great if you want to come with us going to the amusement park? Me and Dust are going today."

Dustin groaned, "Soph, I said I didn't want to go to that park thing."

"Too bad, you're going anyways. But don't worry, Heath, I'm not gonna force you into anything. So, what do you want to do?"

I smiled slightly before replying quietly, "Sure."

I don't know why, but I was suddenly very quiet. Sophie smiled, and as none of us spoke, I realized that there were hushed voices whispering to do with, 'O.M.G., what is Dustin doing with that girl? She's gonna ruin his identity with her lack of style.'

I was wearing a white hoodie and jeans. What the hell is wrong with a white hoodie and jeans?!

I rolled my eyes, sighing frustratedly.

'She's pretty. You think she'll take my number?'

'Oh come on, she's just an attention seeker. Dustin shouldn't talk to her. She'll ruin his image. And all the girls will think he'll be nice to them. He should be nice to me only.'

Oh come on!

Why was everyone so damn frustrating these days?

Sophie smiled, shrugging at what Dustin had said.

The day went by quickly. Probably because the first two periods, there was a substitute, the second two periods, the teachers were busy sleeping and reading, and the last two, the teachers were outside and the staff watching over us were on their phones.

Soon, we were already outside. Mom had given me permission to go after I had called her, and we were walking to the amusement park.

Sophie was giggling at something Dustin had said, but I was too busy having my headphones in and listening to music. At first, I had been just holding them, but they noticed and said that it wasn't rude if I played music.

I wasn't gonna waste such a fine opportunity.

I was playing over some songs I had recorded on my phone, which me and my Uncle had either made, or had done a cover of.

Then, one of the songs I had made after Uncle's death came on.

"She's every guy's dream,
like a perfect, flawless dance,
mhm, I'll be waiting
for my chance, my chance.

She's clinging onto ya,
but you don't seem to care
cause you're mesmerized,
by her pretty stare.

So I'll wait for my chance,
but will it ever come?
The chances are waiting
but seem so long.

Am I overthinking?

Or am I just that crazy?

Maybe I am, who knows?
All I know is that
I failed trying to be
someone you had..."

I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh. Then I opened my eyes again because I was not going to fall over something. And if I did, I would never forgive myself if someone caught me because of the embarrassment. Been there, done that.

When I glanced back at the two, I was surprised to see that they were holding hands, laughing with each other. Whelp, I actually wasn't surprised. They were both 10s, personality and appearance, and they were perfect for each other.

Meanwhile, I was here making sure I had tied my shoelaces prior to this.

I guess I'll always be the odd one out, the music girl nobody really understands. Or loves, even. Fairy tales only exist for those with realistic futures. Oh, the irony.