His Secret Admirer

Chapter 5 *Aidan's POV*

I waved Aurora goodbye, wondering why I felt so strange. Nothing felt wrong, but nothing seemed right either. Impossible to explain. I walked to my next period class, English. I absolutely hated this class even though I loved to write. The teacher was just a complete nutcase. I think I might have lost brain cells in that class. I sat in the very front, 'the splash zone' as we called it. Ms Harlot was almost 90 not and she spat when she talked now. It was so gross. I went to my seat, surprised she wasn't there yet. Everyone was talking about whatever sh*t they thought was interesting. I pulled out a new song I was working on. I don't know why I started it, I never wrote songs like this. I just kept thinking about those notes and who I hoped wrote them...

"Hey Aidan" a girl said behind me, well cooed actually. That was weird, I though. Who cooes at someone? It seems so stupid. "What'cha got there?" A hand reached over my shoulder, I quickly slammed my folder over the paper so she couldn't see it. "Oh I get, not lookie-lookie" she said with a laugh that sounds too forced.

I turned around to see Ashely, my ex-girlfriend. We broke up about a month ago, I thought it ended on good terms. Ashely seemed to think otherwise. "What do you want" I asked in a dull, bored tone. She was hot, sure, but it was like she had no soul. There was nothing but make-up and jewlery to her. She had strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes that were more on the brown side. She got a spray tan, that much was obvious. She wore a low-cut shirt  and a black pencil skirt, she leaned over a little.

"Oh just thought we could talk" she said with a flirtatous smile. "Don't you like talking to me?"

"Not really, no" I said simply, at that, my drummer, Jerry came over taking the seat next to me. He knew how Ashely was, and he came over to try to 'cock block' her. "Dude" he said, we fist bump, his typical greeting. "We need a new song for the next album."

"Ooh, a new song" Ashely squealed. "Maybe I can come over some time and hear it?"

Jerry smirked like a cocky little d***** he acted like. "Sure babe" he said with a wink. "You name the time and place." He knew she would never agree to be alone with him, he wasn't a bad guy, just a player with most girls.

"Um, yeah whatever" she mummbled then headed towards her friends who were on the other side of the room. They all started asking questions like she was just with the prince of England.

"Thanks man" I said in a sigh of relief. "She is so annoying."

He snorted, "that don't even cover half of it. But seriously, new song dude. Like soon." He liked to act like a stoner, really any drug freaked him out. He couldn't stand to be in the same house as it.

"I'm working on it man" I said, running a hand through my hair, maybe I should get a haircut. My mind could never focus on one thing for too long. I took out the paper, which he quickly snatched looking over the words. Mumbling them lowly and inautiablly. He looked at me questionally, with an eyebrow raised like he didn't believe I was the one writing this. "What?"

"Dude" he said like this was mind boggling to him. "This is, like a love song." I felt the back of my neck heat up and my ears get hot. If I was ever really embarrassed my whole face turned bright red, starting with my ears. "It is" he said shellshocked. "Who the heck could do this to you?" 

I snatched the paper back, wrinkling it in the process. I was never a romantic person, I never wrote love songs for any of my girlfriends. I had no problem writing break up songs, but I never wrote a love song. "It's nothing" I said, shoving in my folder.

"Well turn nothing into something then" he said blankly. "It might be cool doing a love song for once." Now it was my turn to be shellshocked. "Don't look at me like that" he scoffed. "Girls will love that sh*t." That sounded more like him. The bell rang and a women in dress pants and a pink blouce walked in.