Can You Hear Me Now?

Chapter 1: VIBEZ

(A/N) Hello this my first story on here so enjoy.

Edited

Do you know that feeling you get when you're listening to music, and you feel like nothing can hurt you or kill your mood? That's how I'm feeling right about now. I look over the crowd of people dancing and having a blast, just letting the music take over their bodies. I love seeing the effect my music has on people. It's about 3 AM and my shift ends in a bit. I'm kinda sad that I have to go so I think I'm going to play my favorite song to end the night off good. VIBEZ comes on in a little remix version I did and I start singing along as the club staff starts closing the bar and people leave the dance floor.

Once everyone is gone I grab my iPod and my bag and leave saying goodnight to the club owner. I head out the back door and hop on my bike driving home for the night. My mom shouldn't be home yet. She doesn't know I do this. She works the usual 9 to 5 and then leaves at 7pm only to come back at 5am.

I turn onto my street and pass a few houses, coming to a stop in front of mine. I turn my bike off and walk it into the garage trying to be quiet and not wake the neighbors. I go inside grabbing an apple. I head upstairs to my room. God I need a shower. I quickly undress and step into the warm water. I do what I need to, and get out, putting on a pair of basketball shorts and a black t-shirt. Tomorrow's going to be tough on me. I drift off to sleep without a second thought.

I wake up to my alarm blaring the song "Wannabe". Ugh school. I get up and get dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and an old faded gray t-shirt that fits just perfectly. I head downstairs quietly. Don't wanna wake mom up. I'm currently eating a bowl of Coco Puffs as I look at the clock. I have 5 minutes until I have to leave. I go put on my Converse before heading back upstairs to brush my teeth. I know, I know. Who wears shoes inside? But before you say anything, I do this because after I'm done brushing my teeth I can run right out of the house. I'm walking towards the stairs but stop at my moms room. I peek inside and see her sprawled across the bed. I chuckle to myself as I close her door and head downstairs. I grab my bag and walk out the front door.

I know what you're thinking "Oh why not ride your bike?" Do you know how hard it is to blend in and not draw attention to yourself when you drive a loud ass motorcycle to school? Very hard. I've never driven it once to school. I'm a senior, and I got it when I was a sophomore. That's four years of walking to and from school. I just can't risk getting all the attention.

I finally get to school and walk though the front door. Nobody really notices me so I quietly walk to my locker. I get all my things I need for my first few classes and close my locker. I turn around and come face to face... Well more like face to chin with the schools notorious fuck boy, Zander Thomas. He's about 6'2 and I'm around 5'10. (The perks of being tall.)

"Sorry," I stutter not looking up again.

He doesn't say anything and I look up to see him already half way down the hallway. What a dick. I bend down to pick up the few things that dropped out of my hands just moments ago and head to my first class. I make my way to homeroom and plop down at a desk in the back of the class room. It's quieter here and I can focus better. Also so the teacher doesn't see my headphones in. I'm just quiet and I don't have friends.

"Cosewell? Cosewell? Anyone? Anyone?" My teacher asks in a flat tone. Kind of like the teacher from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off".

"Carter Davis?" He asks next.

"Here," I reply dully whilst raising my hand.

He goes through a few more people with the same last name as me. He gets to the T's and he calls Zander. My head immediately snaps up. He says,"here." And goes back to talking with his friends. I didn't even realize he was in my homeroom. I'm gonna have to check today and see if he's in any of my other classes. Not that I care if he is or anything. The bell rang signaling that it's time to go to our next class. I walk in and see a few empty seats open which means some students haven't arrived yet. I'm really surprised. I never noticed Zander in any of my classes. He probably never shows up anyways. Once again to my surprise he walks in with his three friends behind him. Ashton Lincoln , Logan Sanders, and Jayden Carson. I didn't even know they were in my class too. Damn. I mean it's only November so you can't blame me. Zander walks to the back where four kids are sitting. He says something that I don't catch and the look on the kids faces say a lot. They scurry off to different seats. He smirked to himself and sat down while his friends did the same.