Mixtape [Mike Bennett] a.u.

Chapter 2

I didn't feel like writing out all the days as it wouldn't contribute to the story and quite frankly. it would have been very boring. So I hope this is good enough.

Please vote and comment because I'm very excited to write the rest of this story, but I'm stupidly lazy so encouragement is always appreciated. 

XOXO Nina

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Antonia

Tuesday

What was the point of forcing teenagers to go to school? To kill them slowly and painfully? 

Mercifully the last bell rang only a few seconds ago. I didn't want to be around all of these snobs a second longer than I had to by law. My locker was rather close to my last lesson; so I was able to quickly grab my books that I needed to complete my homework and make a swift getaway. 

My school didn't offer school busses, the students had to make their way home on their own. I wasn't complaining; this meant I didn't have to worry about missing the bus and I could go to my safe haven. The music shop. 

HMV was only about two blocs away from my school and I went their practically everyday after I escaped hell. I spent some time generally browsing through their selection, letting myself enjoy the peace. Multiple times I found myself looking around, searching for a specific worker, but he wasn't there today.

Wednesday

As soon as I passed through the school gates I started to run down the street and only stopped when I had reached the entrance of my safe haven. 

Today had been particularly bad. The snobby, know-it-all girls had made it their hobby for the day to make me look bad in front of my teachers. I had been so close to getting a detention for telling them to keep quiet. 

All of that instantly disappeared as a guy walked passed me. He raised his eyebrows as he saw me panting, trying to catch my breath. Two blocs wasn't that much, but with my whole heart and soul I was against exercise. 

I felt a blush creep into my cheeks and looked down, waiting for him to pass.

Thursday

There was no falter in my routine; as soon as the bell rang I made my way to HMV. I felt like it was one of the only places where I could just breathe. 

As I flicked through the All Time Low CDs I came to the shocking conclusion that they were my friends. Friends are supposed to make you happy, right? Holding All Time Low CDs made me happy, therefore they were my friends.

Friday

He was there again on Friday. I noticed as I stood in line to purchase the Simple Plan CD I was holding. The worker who I had been eyeing for several days now was standing with his back facing me, restocking one of the Jazz shelves. 

I instantly felt all of the tension from the day ebb away.

Monday

Mondays were the worst; they symbolised the start of yet another week of punishment in my own personal hell. HMV was my safe haven and music was my lifeline; they kept me alive, kept me shattering or screaming out. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him again. Was I being delusional? Or did he just smile at me? I turned my head in his direction, but I had been right; he had smiled at me. To save myself from looking stupid I gave him a small smile in return. 

My insides felt like they were burning up, I had to get out of the shop as soon as possible.

Tuesday

I almost didn't go back on Tuesday. I thought that maybe my body would heat up again. HMV was supposed to make me feel peaceful, to let me breathe, but when I saw him I felt like I was suffocating. That didn't make any sense though, I didn't actually know the guy. 

Before I was even aware of what I was doing, I was standing in HMV again. My feet had decided for me. 

I looked around, he was nowhere to be seen; I was in the clear.

Wednesday

This time I went to the music shop with a plan, a rather simple one. I wanted to get my hands  on the Gravity EP by Against The Current. Well actually, I wanted their new album, but it wasn't out yet so I would just have to be patient. 

With the CD in my hand, I was going through the rest of the selection they had for the artist. "Maybe All Time Low would be something for you." I almost dropped the EP, whoever had come up to me and said that had really startled me. When I turned around I saw the worker I had been eyeing walking away from me. 

"So that's what he sounds like?" was the only coherent thought that my mind could form, the rest of my body felt like it was stuck in a sauna. Not only my cheeks, but most probably the rest of my body looked like a walking tomato. 

I stood in the same spot for a few moments, staring at nothing in particular before being able to move and slowly make my way to the checkout.