Can We Create Something Beautiful?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

~Kellin's P.O.V. ~

I walked through the halls on Tuesday with my music project in my hand and a glare on my face. I think at this point, a permanent scowl has taken over my looks. But after the sh.it that's happened over this semester, it isn't hard to see why.

Besides, the scowl seemed to ward off any of the as.sholes who would usually pick on me. I guess I'm scary when I'm mad.

"Hey, Kellin!"

I turned my head and saw Oli running up to me. I stopped automatically, waiting for him to catch up.

"Hey, where were you yesterday? I didn't see you all day." I asked.

He just shrugged.

"Taking care of some things. Nothing too interesting."

He was acting pretty secretive, but I couldn't bring myself to care. It's Oli, who knows what he's been doing? He could be murdering people and hiding them in his basement and no one would know the wiser. He's good at keeping secrets, I'll give him that.

"So, are you excited for the music project?" He asked.

"More like dreading it. If I didn't like Mr. Way so much, I'd probably forget about the whole thing and take an absent grade." I muttered.

"Kellin Quinn not doing his work? What has this world come to?!" He teased.

I blushed and shoved him playfully.

"Anyways, I better get going. I've got some stuff to take care of before music class. You're headed there, right?"

I gave him a confused look.

"Um...yeah? You've been in the same class as me for most of the year?" I said confusedly.

He nodded.

"Right...right...anyways, gotta go!"

He ran off before I could even question what the hell that was about. When did he get so freaking weird? Maybe he's high again, I don't even know.

I walked into class and sat in my seat, setting my song out in front of me. A guitar and several instruments were at the front, and on the board in giant writing was 'Music Projects Due Today! Good Luck!'

Yeah, good luck is right.

After everyone settled in, Mr. Way walked in and waved at all of us. During his intro-speech about the project and how everyone would be performing, I took a quick peek at Vic and Jaime from the corner of my eye.

They both looked excited...and happy. Happier than I'd seen Vic since we broke up. He had his guitar with him, which was weird since we weren't required to bring our own instruments, but I ignored it. Jaime had a bass with him as well, which was again, pretty weird. I didn't even think Jaime played bass.

I wonder what song he was doing. He better not be doing the one we worked on. Because that would honestly be like a slap in the face to me. And I would not be happy.

I was broken from my thoughts by someone clapping and Mr. Way's cheery voice.

"Who's first?" Mr. Way asked.

And so began the day of listening to terribly-made songs from a bunch of students who couldn't care less about the music they were making. Lovely.

It was kind of entertaining to watch, though. Two girls covered a song, but they could not sing. I almost laughed when I saw Mr. Way flinch a few times, as mean as that is. I think he said 'good job' out of pity, because when they finished, no one clapped or really made any sort of noise. I kind of felt bad for them. Kind of.