The Great Musical Wizard

Chapter Three: "Driven Under"

By: Seether
Album: Disclaimer II
"Do you know I'm faking when I'm lying next to you?"
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Math and Chemistry. She only needed to get through those two before lunch. The teacher droned on and on in Chemistry. Donnie couldn't help the small scribbles that filtered on to her note pages.

She itched to listen to music. She had had that dang Seether song stuck in her head. She felt like she needed to listen to it or she would die.

Music was like nicotine to her. She needed it. She breathed it. She lived for it.

The bell finally rang, just as the teacher had finished the section.

"Alright class, section review questions tonight. And there will be a quiz on Thursday. Study the previous section!" The balding man exclaimed as we all scrambled out of the small room to the cafeteria.

Donnie bolted to her locker to dispose of her chemistry book. Her headphones hung from one of the hooks in the locker. She snatched them up and shakily shoved them in her pocket.

Donnie was something like a loner. She wasn't very popular among people. In fact, she was terrified of them. Small talk freaked her out. She didn't understand it at all. She felt like it was some kind of math equation that only she wasn't told the secret of. So, she preferred lunch at her own table, vacant of any other people.

This is where she sat on this Monday afternoon. She had drifted through wild packs of teenagers and wrestled her way through to that said table. A perfectly squared table pushed up by the big window. It was also neighboring to the lovely trash dispensers.

She opened the brown sack that held her lunch. A ham sandwich and bag of chips was awaiting her. She laid out on the table.

"Another great lunch for me." Donnie said to herself.

She then pulled her headphones from her pocket and plugged them into her phone. Finally she could get some well deserved Seether!

The song began to play as she steadily munched on her sandwich. She was glad to be hearing the growling vocals and not the noisy chatter of those wretched people.

Little did she know of the invader at her table. A grumpy boy had slumped across from her. She nearly jumped into the trash cans when she noticed him.

No one had ever, ever sat near her. He nearly caused her to have a heart attack!

The boy grumpily dug into the meatloaf  the school was serving. He had a huge mop of black curls that hung into his thick eyebrows. His dark eyes narrowed at the gross looking slop of green on his plate.

She tried to ignore his presence but it was throwing her off. She couldn't enjoy her Seether with his grumpiness just mere inches from her. She heaved a great sigh and took one headphone out of her ear.

She gathered her nerves. Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe he was lost or just really dumb.

"Excuse me?" Her voice squeaked.

He didn't even seem to notice her. He didn't move nor acknowledged her. Maybe he just didn't hear her. It wasn't hard to miss her.

"Excuse me." She spoke louder this time.

Still no response. He still shoveled the meat into his mouth.

"Excuse me!" She exclaimed as loud as she could muster.

He finally turned to her, very annoyed. One thick eyebrow protruded up his forehead.

"What?"

She felt now like a spot light was on her. She could practically hear the audience awaiting her to speak her lines. But she sadly had forgotten them. Her courage had plummeted.

"Um," she started, "No one really sits here, so uh... I was just wondering why you were."

He rolled his eyes and began looking under the table. "Well, it doesn't seem to have your name on it. So, I believe I can sit here."

And with that he shoveled another pile of meat into his mouth. His eyes narrowing now on the small cowering girl across from him.

"Well, it's just... I've always sat here..alone. And you know, you just sorta just sat there and I would like it if-"

"Look," he cut her off, "I don't want to sit beside you. There was no other seats available. I don't prefer to mingle with these people, so if you would please just stop talking."

She couldn't believe this! He sat in her area and demanded she stop talking? How- how dare he!

She crossed her arms, huffing. The song still playing through her headphones.

"And turn down your volume. I don't want to hear that crap throughout my free time."

Anger surged through her veins. Anger that she couldn't handle. That she wouldn't handle!

"It's not crap! It's art! Like you would know what that is, you big baboon!" She angrily chomped down on one of her chips.

His thick caterpillars furrowed. His mouth turning completely upside down.

"Art is for love seeking fools." He said.

"Those love seeking fools are what make inventions." She retorted.

"Whatever. I don't want continue this pointless argument. You've already given me a headache." With that, he stood up with empty tray in hand. His slumped form retreating back into the wild jungle of teenagers.

"Good riddance." She said, huffing. She stuffed the headphone back into her ear as the next song played.