☀The Song☀

Chapter 3

Two months later

"Anne, are you okay with performing in the variety show? I know it's a big jump, but I think you can do it." Gilbert asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Yeah, I think I could."

In the past few weeks, Gilbert and I have become pretty friendly. He has been overdoing his normal flirty actions and we've been hanging out alone a lot lately. I don't mind, but it's changed him. Now when he is around me, he is more cautious, always making sure I am doing okay. He even ditched his friends at lunch ad wars with me in my little corner table.

"Good, I think the guys want to play 'Timber'" he let go of my waist and walked over to his desk and started filling out forms.

"What are those for?" I asked as I leaned over his shoulder. "Well, if you must know, they are the entry forms for the variety show. I have to give them to Luke tomorrow so we can audition for the show."

I turned cold.

"He is deciding what acts go in the show this week based on their audition. Yeah, it's pretty lame, but the faculty thinks that he will decide the best ones again this year. What's wrong?"

I had gone over to his bed to sit down. Luke Anderson was choosing the acts? I have spent the majority of my life avoiding him and the memories of what he did to me, and now I am going to have to sing in front of him.

"Anne, talk to me. What's wrong?" Gilbert was already sitting next to me on the bed. I must have been affected pretty badly if he noticed so quickly.

"Nothing, I just remembered something. No big deal." I quickly lied I make him feel better. He didn't believe me. "Oh, by the way, I have something I want you to listen to. It's not done yet, but I was hoping you could help me with that." I said as best I could to change the subject. "You still have your guitar around?"

His face lit up at the mention of his pride and joy. "Yeah, I'll be right back," he said as he left the room to go get it.

I had no idea what I was doing. I was still in the process of writing my song, it wasn't ready for anyone else to know about yet, but it changed the subject and that is what was more important.

I wanted to tell him, but we weren't even dating yet. I don't want to tell him and then something happen where we stop talking or whatever this thing we have now is called is destroyed because of it. By the time he came back with the guitar, I had decided that I would tell him within 6 months, that gave me until the end of the school year.