Music ✔️

Chapter 1

~Millicent~

My name is Millicent Evans. I'm pretty much the average geek. I play oboe in the River Oaks High School band, I play Zombie Massacre 3 religiously, and I have the cliche crush on the popular boy with a majorly hot girlfriend. His name is Donovan O'Keefe. He's got dirty blond hair, he's 6 feet tall, he has the body of a legit god, he's on the lacrosse team and he's 17. Hopeless to waste my time staring at him, I know. I'm also a senior (17 y/o), barely five foot three, and obsessed with music in every type of way. It is my reason for living. Music is the air I breathe. Music is what my soul is made of.

Anyways, back to my boring life. I have only two friends. Sad, I know. Their names are Emily Winston and Ashley Breavens. I've known each of them for a year and some change. They are my best friends who love me dearly and the feeling is mutual on my side. We are basically the same person cut up into three separate bodies. Ashley plays the piccolo and Emily plays the clarinet and they also play ZM3 with me. The only thing different is that they both have boyfriends (their boyfriends will not be included in the story). I'm as lonely as a chip dropped on the goddamned floor. Oh, well. Oh, right. I'm supposed to be telling you how my life suddenly changed one day.

On a windy November day in my hometown of Trenton, New Jersey, I was having my average day of eating lunch in the band hall, practicing my oboe and going to class. I was in my AP math class studying for my chair test tomorrow when the bell rang. Completely startled, I shoved my papers and binders into my bag and headed out to my secret route that only custodians took. I was walking and dreaming of playing Oliver (her oboe) while waiting for my sister to pick my up when suddenly I crashed into a hard body. When I hit the ground and landing flat on my butt my assassin said, "Shit! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. Are you okay?"

I could recognize that voice in outer space. It was the one boy I had ever dreamed of talking to. It was the boy who had the lips I wished would someday crash into mine with passion. It was, you guessed it, Donovan O'Keefe. Realizing he had asked me a question I managed to speak without stuttering and said, "Uhm. Yeah, I'm okay. A bruised ass never hurt anybody." He laughed. I stood there gazing at his jawline that could cut glass and his gorgeous dimples.

Distracting me from his looks he said while picking up Oliver and handing him to me, "Are you lactose-intolerant?"

"Uh, no." I replied with a confused smile.

"Perfect. I'm taking you out for frozen yogurt to repay for your bruised butt. I'm Donovan." he said with a goofy grin that showed of his perfectness like a freaking golden trophy.

*Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful began singing from my phone*

"Oh shit. It's my sister, Maddy. Let me take this real quick." I said to the beautiful boy while he nodded and hummed to the ringtone making me smile. Slowly I started to feel that I was becoming more comfortable with him and to be honest, it terrified me. Remembering my sister, I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said into the device.

"Hey, Mill-Bill!" she was always bubbly and filled with life. Unlike me of course.

"Hey. What did you need?" I asked, hoping this call would be quick.

My sister always had perfect timing when it came to phone calls and bursting into private conversations. So when she asked, "Do you still need me to pick you up because I forgot I'd made plans." I couldn't help but do cartwheels and somersaults inside my head.