Lance Collins is a teenage violinist attending Weyral High School, and, being so famous, many girls there are in love with him. Lance, however, doesn't have any interest in girls and is too engrossed with music to care about romantic relationships...
"You've got these little things That you've been running from You either love it or guess you don't You're such a pretty thing To be running from anyone A vision with nowhere to go." —Ready to Go by Panic! At the Disco
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| LANCE |
"Mackenzie Adams is strange," I stated while eating my slice of dark chocolate cake inside The Cafeteria.
"The Cafeteria" was an understatement. The foods here were cooked by professional chefs, and with its five-star look and style, even the tables and chairs, it should be named "The Restaurant" instead. Someone should propose this to Principal Reynolds.
Cindy raised an eyebrow. She was jealous that I'd been the one who had given Mackenzie and Rachel the tour and not her.
Well, not my fault.
"What do you mean by strange?" she asked.
"She kept looking at me like I had an incurable disease or something."
Suddenly, she gave a melodious laugh. "Maybe she just likes you, Lance."
I wrinkled my nose, disgusted. "She was scowling. I am sure that was not the reason." I turned to Spencer who was sitting across from me and eating his carbonara non-stop. Now you know why Cindy calls him "Ferocious Eater." "What do you think, Spence?"
He looked up with carbonara sauce around his mouth.
"Gross," Cindy said, frowning.
Spencer glared at her, then got a napkin from the napkin holder to wipe the sauce. "I have no idea, Lance. All I can say is, girls are so weird," he replied after he was done with the wiping.
Cindy threw her chemistry book at him, which Spencer dodged easily. Such fast reflexes. "We are not weird!" she retorted. "Boys are the weird ones!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
I sighed in exasperation as they continued arguing with each other with uh-huhs and nuh-uhs.
Mackenzie and Rachel were sitting at the table near the double doors, probably talking about the school. Many students were gawking at them, while I was just staring impassively at them. I couldn't explain it, but there was something in Mackenzie Adams that made me feel at ease whenever I was around her, like she was a breath of fresh air to me.
Um, did that even make any sense?
Truthfully, I wasn't comfortable around girls. Well, except for Cindy, but we were best friends, so that had a reason. Eunice was also an exception because we were friends, and Alice, if she wouldn't talk about the girlfriend-boyfriend topic. But I just met Mackenzie, so why was I feeling this way?
