After about three solid minutes of constant arugement with the taxi driver on his speed, we make it to the highschool in tact.
Though I don't bother to thank the rude man, or pass the money to his outstretched hand; instead I throw a couple bills on the backseat and make a run for it. I know it's more than enough, but with the time I have left I don't bother to stay and count. I'm already more than late.. I'm going to miss Hailie's crowning, and it's nobodies fault but my own. Stupid alarm clock, damn you..
"Hello!?" I pull the main doors open and stick my head inside the school, but its only an echo that greets me. I frown instantly. The hallways are bear with no sign of life, posters and streamers along with a couple of empty milk cartons sitting on the ground; walked on, just like Hailie's heart is going to be when I won't make it to her crowning.
"God damn it.." I mutter absentmindedly, swinging myself inside of the school and letting the door slam behind me. Mission impossible is now in place: Go find Hailie Jade Mathers.
I swing by the front office in a frenzy, and theres nobody in sight; which is really funny because the front doors were opened and usually someone stays behind for late visitors. Or maybe thats just me wishing that I would have been on time.
"This school is hella confusing, Dawg! I can't even find the cafeteria for fuck sakes!"
I stop dead in my tracks and listen to the more than familiar voice.
Was that Marshall-?
No.. Your mind is playing games with you Autumn, it can't be him. He's on the Survival tour with Liz to promote Call Of Duty Ghost's; like Hailie explained during dress shopping.
But would he really miss his daughter's crowning? Maybe he was here on surprise for his daughter.. I bit my peach smeared lip and lean towards the voice, deep and huskey just like the Marshall Mathers I know.
It had to be him..
"Yeah they gave me the keys to the school, that reminds me.. Shit, I'll call you later, I forgot to lock the front door."
There was a loud beep of a line going dead, and I let a rushed breath escape my now parted lips.
Just hearing his voice brought me back to the late nights of listening to his music through a pair of Dr.Dre Beats, scribbling what everyone else would call 'non-sense' on my crumbled pad of paper. I'd sit and I'd vibe, letting all my emotions bleed onto the paper as my pen sketched words and phrases only I would.understand. I could notice his voice anywhere, through a screaming crowd, being miles away, I had those words of his memorized into my skull.. Burnt into my brain. He helped me through some tought times, and so I've became the one thing I promised Hailie I would never turn into. A fan.
I listened to the footsteps near me, but I was frozen in place. I'm surprised her never heard my shouts, but even if he did I'm sure he wouldn't have awnsered. He probably wouldn't even recongize me after all these years of being away. But I recongized him, our music connection kept us close.. I feel like Stan. Is this what happens when you become apart of a group who enjoys the music?
I hear someone idely clear there throat from behind me.. What happened to finding Hailie? Whats going to happen to me?
Question of the chapter: What do YOU want to happen in the next chapter? Should Marshall remember Autumn?
