Music Girl

*Dreams And The Player-Asshole Is Following Me*

"Players only love you when you're playing."
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Chapter One

He puts his hand gently on my cheek and stared into my eyes. My stomach started to leap by his touch and my cheeks burned from his close proximity.

"Oh, Auguste I love you so! There's no other girl like you!" He said sweetly.

"Oh Leonardo, I love you too." I swooned at his sweetness.

"Don't worry about Kate, she's gone, she doesn't have to keep coming between us, anymore." He told me.

I smiled at him and he started to get down on the floor. He stood on his knees. One knee up and one knee down, smiling at me. WAIT IS HE GOING TO-

"Will you Marry me and be my Mrs. DiCaprio? Make me the happiest man on earth and say yes!!" He said holding out a big diamond ring.

"YES, YES, YES, A MILLION TIMES YES!!!" I grin widely and run up to give him a bone crushing hug.

"Can't breath!" he gasped for air.

I tried to let go of him but I couldn't. It was like my arms were glued to his body and wouldn't let go of it. I tried to unhook my arms around him, but I couldn't. I began to cry. My arms finally released the hold on Leonardo and he fell to the ground.

"LEO NOOOOOOO!!!!" I yelled at him. I ran to his body and he starred into my eyes.

"It's okay Auguste, just remember one thing." He whispered to me quietly.

"WHAT! ANYTHING!" I yelled hurriedly, afraid that he was going to die.

He looked into my eyes and said "Wake up."

"What." I said confused and puzzled.

"WAKE UP." He yelled in a voice I knew too well.

My head shot up and I was face to face with my math teacher, Mrs. Davidson. She looked at me through her beady eyes with hatred written all over her face. She always hated me, for a reason I didn't know. Maybe it was because I never paid attention in her class. She literally had the most mono tone voice ever and she definitely wasn't good to look at. She always had red lipstick stuck on her teeth and her brown ratty hair was always pulled in a tightly- neat bun. Her glasses were to big for her face, so they always slid down onto her nose and looked like Grandma Glasses. In her class I usually slept or drew. On my desk, on paper, or on my skin. It distracted me and didn't keep me bored.

"HOW MANY TIMES HARRISON, DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO NOT SLEEP IN MY CLASS." She yelled at me. Everyone who was in the class now became silent and stared at me.

Ugh! I hate when people stare at me. Like fucking mind your own damn business!

'Maybe if you weren't so boring, I wouldn't have to sleep in your class' I thought.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!" She yelled with disbelief. So much yelling is going to make my head hurt.

'Holy shit, did I say that out loud?!?!' I thought again.

"YES AND THIS IS A NO CURSING ZONE, MISS. HARRISON! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM AND GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE, NOW!" She screamed. Everyone was laughing at this situation and I'm just thinking about how could my mind just betray me like that!