Never Fall (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I walked into the library because I needed a book.

Sigh. My struggle.

I looked around but didn't see Mrs. Palm. There was a light strum coming from the back of the library. I followed the sound to find Zane sitting on the floor with a mini amp and a guitar.

"You do know that a library is supposed to be quiet?" I laughed slightly.

He looked up at me and smiled. His fingers never stopped moving along the guitar.

"I'm not that loud. I need something to do in my spare time."

"What about your school?" I say across from him with my legs fold.

"What about your lunch?" He mocked.

"Hey I asked you a question first." I jabbed his leg with my finger.

He's actually not so annoying when he's not hitting on me. I wonder how long it's gonna be until he's back to his old self?

"Dropped out and as a result of that I got kicked out. So I now live with uncle Rick and Aunt Susan." He smirked playfully.

"Really?" I pressed my lips in a tight line.

"No not really. I'm being transferred. Auntie wants to keep an eye on me. So while she's sorting everything out I don't have to go to school." He chuckled. "Ok so now my question. Why aren't you at lunch?" He laid the guitar against him.

"Because this is how I spend most of my lunches." I pulled a bag of hot Cheetos and a bottle of voltage out my bag. "I sit in the library and talk to random strangers." I joked.

"Hey I'm not random stranger. You know my name." He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Fine I talk to random people." I opened the bag of hot Cheetos.

"Do you really?"

"No I just decided not to eat lunch today. It's nacho Thursday and I rather not get barfed on." I bit into a chip.

"I see." He stole one and ate it. "Can I get your opinion on something?"

"No! Because you stole a Cheeto!" I gripped the bag in my hand.

"Please. I wanna know if I should play it or not." He propped the guitar in his lap.

"No don't." I took a sip of my pop.

"Come on please." He straight faced me.

"Fine fine. Are you singing?"

"Yes." He smirked.

"Oh god." I rolled my eyes. I leaned back on my hands. "Alright strings dazzle me." I smirked.

"Strings?" He raised his brow.

"Just play before I change my mind."

"Alright, alright." He adjusted the guitar and the amp.

About 10 minutes later he finally started to play. He didn't look at me until he started singing. At first I didn't seem at least bit interested until his voice grew louder.

I had to sit up and really pay attention then.

His voice was amazing. It wasn't to deep and it wasn't to high. It was just right. The cords and notes fits wonderfully together. When he finished I was left speechless.

"So?" He smiled.

"Wow." I breathed out.

A smirk spread across his face.