Start of Something New (On Hold)

Chapter 8

Author's Note: Boulevard of Broken Dreams is actually an easy song to play.

Connor’s P.O.V.

The next morning, I wake up to my alarm clock beeping. I get up and put on a Green Day shirt and jeans. I do everything I have to do to get ready; then walk to the bus stop. I end up pulling out my iPod not even a minute after I leave and shuffle the music. Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day comes on, I really want to learn how to play this song; I keep hearing that it is easy to play.

I get on the old yellow bus and immediately Kaitlyn pulls me into the seat she is sitting in, which happens to be in the middle of the rickety bus. What the Hell? Why does she want me to sit with her?

“You can play guitar right?” she verified while pulling out her headphones, I noticed that she was wearing an Attack Attack! shirt and black shorts.

“Yeah, kinda, but I’m not exactly good at it,” I answered, unsure why she was asking me. Maybe she wants me to tutor her at it, wait, why would she want me to do that?

“Good, tell Steve then,” she responded, looking happy.

“Why?” I inquired, I am confused now.

“Cause, Devin is an idiot and left,” she responded, with a look of annoyance on her face. She must really hate him. I don’t get how she would have dated him if she hates him.

“The band you’re in?” I assumed that was what she was talking about.

“Yeah,” she stated.

“So, you think that I should join the band you’re in just cause I play guitar,” I asked her, I was really confused, I already told her that I wasn’t that good and she want me to be in a band with her. Oh, and I just met her yesterday, how does she know she can trust me!

“Well, I don’t know anyone else,” she answered cheerfully, with a smirk on her face. She must be bipolar.

“Ok?” I muttered, I have no clue what just happened.

When the bus got to school, I got dragged by a certain hyper scene girl after being told, by a certain emo girl, that I can play guitar to a certain lead guitarist in a certain band that I knew nothing about.

“Steve! Connor can play the guitar, maybe he could be the replacement guitarist,” Liz squealed.

“Let me hear you play, you would have to be better than a certain person to be able to join and Blake should have an input,” Steve told me.

“Whatever, just be happy I’m the bassist and not the guitarist, but Blake won’t care,” Kaitlyn responded

“Blake!” Steve called over to where he was standing.

“What do you want?” he questioned.

“Do you want any input on who the guitarist would be in the band?” Steve inquired.

“Nope, as long as the person is good,” he shouted back from where he was wandering.

“Ok,” Steve told me, “Well, if you’re good, then you can join.”

“Wait, it can’t be Liz,” Blake yelled.

“Why not?” Liz cried.

“Cause, I’ve heard you, and you suck,” he simply stated it as if it wouldn’t offend her. It did, she went over to where he was standing and slapped him, “What was that for?” he shrieked.

“You said I suck,” she screamed.

“Uh, I shouldn’t reply to that,” he believed, afraid that she would hit him again, it didn’t matter she hit him again. Wow, these are the people that I’m closest to being friends with in this entire school.

“Don’t I get a say in whatever you’re talking about?” I questioned them; I’ve noticed that they can sometimes not even realize you are there when they are talking about you.

“No,” Kaitlyn spoke while looking down at her iPod and touching the screen.

“You don’t deserve a say,” Blake screamed in between saying “ow” when Liz hit him.

“You don’t want a say when it comes to them,” Liz said while hitting Blake, repeatedly.

“Don’t ask,” Steve whispered.

What is wrong with these people? They honestly don’t think I would want a say in something that involves me! “Why?” I probed.

“Her!” Blake screamed.

“I’m not afraid of Liz, she is just hitting you,” I laughed.

“Not her! Kaitlyn!” he screamed.

“Why?” I prodded again.

“She’s evil!” he screeched with a look of horror on his face.

“How am I evil?” Kaitlyn shrieked while throwing her hand up in the air in mock defeat, even though, she didn’t lose anything.

“I don’t want to be a part of this conversation,” I uttered and turned away from them when the bell rang to go to homeroom.