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The Ladies Dig A Musical Man.

That's Bane FitzGerald, he is one hot mofo.

Enjoy, my marshmallows!

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She ran.

I had known she was standing there the moment she got here, but I continued playing. I even sang a few lines, gave her a little glimpse into the life of Bane FitzGerald.

The ladies dig a musical man.

They also dig bad boys, leather jackets and big biceps. But I'm not worried about qualities I already posess.

But I wanted to know who she was, and she ran, leaving me with only the picture of a head full of stark white hair- and another color, maybe green- flashing away. She had colored hair. Colored hair meant defiance. And defiance meant there might be hope yet for me in this school. Maybe she was intimidated by the big, bad, boy. Or maybe I wasn't supposed to find out about her stalker tendencies.

One week at this school and I was already racking up chics. Classic Bane.

I zipped Ale back into her hardcase and grabbed my backpack, intent on leaving school before fifth period started.

I was so pissed it wasn't even fucking funny.

As I walked down the gray hallways, people at their lockers whispered. Theyd been whispering for the past week and not a single person had worked up the nerve to speak to me. Bane FitzGerald does not bite. Unless, of course, he has too.

Or wants too.

It was like, the new kid came into school with the new kid disease. No contact whatsoever or you just might get infected. It was like I had a sign on my head.

Did I have a fucking sign on my head, cuz I damn well couldn't see it.

Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper.

Everyone's whispering and nobodys doing any fucking talking. The first four days, I wasn't bothered. I was a little intimidating, that I knew, but this was beyond stupid.

If they were waiting for me to come to them then they had a whole other fucking thing coming.