Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when I learn my wrongs and stuff(under editing)

As Kayden walked me home and we talked about what I was going to do to apologize to the group, an idea sprouted in my head. With my foot throbbing in pain (causing me to limp slightly) and Kayden's hand in mine, we looked like we had just escaped a fire. My hair was a bush, my clothes were stained with dirt and leaves stuck to my cardigan. 
The idea just came out of nowhere, it was if a bomb and suddenly hit my head and then planted the idea in there.
Okay, I'm actually wrong. Now I remember that a car drove past us and it was blasting electronic music and then the idea came.
I still think it was a miracle.
The minute it came to my head, I began explaining the idea to Kayden. He laughed, I told him to stop and then he laughed even more.
I was also lucky to see that Bobba had passed out on the couch when I got home. Kayden didn't stay with me for much longer as he had homework to complete. Despite the fact that he laughed at my plan, I still asked him a simple favor: get the group to go to the library tomorrow during lunch-and don't tell them why.
He said he would see what he could do, and I started writing the song I would sing to my friends to apologize for all my sins and shit.

Before my plan was put into action, Bobba left the following morning. She told me all the things she was going to say to Zadea and before I knew it, she was gone.
Anyway, I don't know how Kayden convinced the group, but they all showed up. Earlier in the day, I had convinced the librarian that I was holding an extremely important intervention and that I needed to have the library all to myself and a few other kids for lunch. Suspicious, she asked what the intervention consisted of. I had a feeling before that she would ask so I played out my lie that one of my friends was addicted to Candy Crush and getting fat.
"May I ask", she said, "how do you get fat from playing candy crush"?
I moved my tongue in a revolution around my mouth before replying since I was coming with a good lie. "They're starting to send out the candy you see the game as a real, physical thing and my friend is completely addicted! It's terrifying!"
It convinced her, especially since I knew from her figure that she was a health addict. She was also decent enough to allow us complete privacy.
It was all playing out perfectly.
At first, it was intimidating being stared at by all my friends. They all looked so pissed off, so full of hatred and disgusted towards me.
I had positioned myself in the center of the library when they came strolling in. At first, they were surprised to see me. They were almost frozen at the library doors, not sure whether to turn and run or stare at me until I screamed. I had already drawn out a couple of chairs for them to watch me say my proposed speech. When I was too silent and awkward to say anything, Kayden-who had walked in with all of them- took control and instructed them to sit on the chairs. I felt they were all giving me dirty looks and stink eyes as they sat down on the chairs, but I knew I was just imagining it out of fear. When they were all seated and all eyes were on me, I had no choice but to start.
"Greeting old friends", I began, not a word coming from their mouths, "I have gathered us all here today to talk about the conflict that has been brewing for the past month".
Nothing, they just carried on staring at me. No snickers, no rolling eyes, no tongue rolls. It felt as if I really had a chance to redeem myself, so I carried on:
"I have become aware over these last few weeks that I haven't been the most loyal or most understanding friend in the last year. I have realized that I have been rather selfish lately and have not been helping anyone deal with their problems besides my damn, old self. I know you all know about the anxiety I've been facing in the last few weeks, and I know that I have been almost entirely guilty for it. I let it on myself, I drove myself into the situation with Mrs Waldorf-which I know you all are aware of- as if I wanted to. I didn't force the anxiety on myself-anxiety just comes whenever it feels and doesn't care about its sufferer's pain. It just comes-and you have to deal with it. What
I did earn from this experience was pain that I could have avoided. I became obsessed with idea of a manipulative woman, I let her trap me in her cobweb of trouble whilst those of you who were almost pushed in were smart enough to simply walk away. But I didn't, I fell into the trap.
"I know it effected our friendship, it started to turn me into a monster I never wanted to meet. It's not like I became Godzilla who literally destroyed everything , but I rather became selfish and started caring about the least important things in the entire world. So I'll say what I should've said weeks ago: I'm sorry, I'm so terribly sorry. I don't understand how I could be so cruel and decide to mistreat all you beautiful people!"
Winona had one of those 'Winona smiles' on her face as I talked. It was a like a sympathetic smile that only she could pull off. If anyone else tried to do it, they would look like they were about to cry. It was a smile that controlled the whole face: making the eyes look depressed and delighted at the same time, tilted the head into such a position.
It proved to me that I had some hope.
Violet also looked a little sympathetic. Everyone seemed to believe everything that was coming out my mouth.
It was time.
"In order to extend my apology and show my love towards you beautiful people, I have written you guys a song".
"Oh god!" Winona chuckled in a friendly manner.
"It's not rap is it"? Violet asked.
"Let me guess, you'll be playing the harmonica "? Jayden kidded.
Quinn was still quite, but she didn't seem to be retaliating my apology.
Kayden was waiting at the door. As I announced my performance, Kayden opened the door to let in my guitar man.
Yes, I have a guitar man and you don't. Shame for you.
He's not really mine though. His name is Kevin;he's one of the school band rejects, he likes to tell everyone this and carries his guitar everywhere in case he is ever needed.
He also charges $5 per song he plays.
His hair looks like a toxic covered mop, his glasses make it impossible for any of us to see his actual pupils and he dresses as if he's about to compete in a Spelling Bee, like ,everyday.
Kevin walked through the library doors with his acoustic guitar in his hands and his glasses lenses darker than usual. He didn't say hello to any of my friends and instead just walked over to me with no emotion on his face. He took a position next to me and peered over to look at the piece of paper I was holding in my hand. The paper was actually my song and I think he kind of figured that out after looking away.
"What do you want me to play"? He asked, his voice dull. Kevin is also one of those kids who were raised to let the Boston accent happen, and then make shame to it.
"I just want you to play a melody which I can catch onto quickly". I demanded.
"Are you sure? Cuz' I know how to play Riptide really really well".
He also speaks as if he is...delayed. That's why I think he loves music a little, because it's a language he can speak correctly and helps him raise his weird voice.
"By Vance Joy"? I asked.
"Uh-huh".
"That's really great, Kevin. But all I need is a simple melody".
"It's not called a melody! It's a groove!"
I rolled my eyes and looked at him with a frown on my face to show my frustration. My friends were just watching us argue as if the show had already started.
"Okay, can I see the song"? He asked.
"Why"?
"So I can,like,  figure out a groove,  duh!"
I almost threw the piece of the paper in his face , but contained myself and just let him take it from my hand.
As I stood with my arms folded and my eyes on the floor, Kevin took twenty seconds to read over the song and then have the decency to comment on it.
"This is ,like, the worst song ever". He commented.
"That's wonderful, Kevin", I groaned, "Now just play a damn melody or I will request a refund!"
"Firstly, many of the words in this song aren't even real words. Secondly,  I don't give refunds".
"Oh for gods sake", Violet yelled, "just give her damn melody already!"
"It's a groove".
"GO!" Everyone yelled in unison.
He rolled his eyes, gave me back my piece of paper and began to play a simple groove on his guitar. I was about to start singing, but then Kevin had one last thing to say.
"This one goes out to my mom and dad, thanks for giving me love and kisses and a house to live in. Thank you for also letting Christ into our home-"
"Shut up!" Quinn yelled.
Kevin gave her a dirty look and then carried on playing as I cleared my throat.
I then began singing.