Marching The Line: The Newbie

Chapter 3

Makenna's P.O.V

"Honestly Mak, you're so stubborn!" Asher exclaimed and shook his head, making his hair flip in his eyes.

"And you're not understanding!" I shouted and hit the wall behind me. Asher was trying to get me to read new music and I was confused and frustrated. It wasn't my fault I was dyslexic and the notes where shifting around on the page.

"Because you aren't listening to me!" Asher shouted back.

I put my face in my hands and leaned against the wall and slid down and pulled my knees to my chest. I heard Asher sigh and walk over. He sat down next to me and leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

"You know...I can't help you if you won't tell me what's going on." Asher said, his voice deeper with frustration.

I shook my head and didn't look at him. The last person that knew I was dyslexic pretty much left me in the dust.

Asher let out another sigh and put his hand on my shoulder. "Seriously Mak. I'm not gonna say anything or do anything."

Something inside me wanted to trust him. But another part of me didn't want to and was trying to warn me. I guess the part that wanted to trust him won over. "Promise?" I said, my voice sounding small with fear.

Asher nodded. "Promise."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm dyslexic. The notes and rhythms move on the page in front of me."

Asher stared at me. He was silent for a while. "So, that's why you're always watching my sticks and wrists."

"That's how I learn. If I can see it and hear it then I can see the rhythms sometimes in my head. It's rare if I actually see it in my head though." I said quietly.

"Hell Mak, why haven't you said anything?" Asher asked.

"Because I was afraid." I said not looking at him.

Asher shifted so he was facing me. "Makenna look at me."

Slowly I looked at him. His strange indigo eyes bore into mine. "I'm not going to judge you or leave you in the dust just because you can't do something or have to do things differently."

I sighed. I could tell he meant his words. But the part of me that trusted no one didn't seem to believe him.

Asher's P.O.V.

Makenna looked liked she battled a war by herself single handily. The color had drained from her face and her pale green eyes had changed to grey. Call me crazy, but I thought she was shaking too. I knew it must have taken a lot of trust and courage to even speak to me about her dyslexia, not a lot of people were proud of it. "You know Mak...just because you can't read something doesn't mean you can't do something else. You're amazing at copying what you see and hear."

"But copying what I see and hear isn't going to get me far for long." Mak said, she shook her head, making her bangs fall back in her face.

I reached out and brushed her bangs out of her face and tucked them behind her ear. "You think you're weak because of something you can't do. You think it's a burden that you're different from everyone else."

Mak stared at me. Her eyes flashed with so many different emotions that I thought I would get lost if I was in her mind.

"Makenna, you are not a burden. You aren't weak because of your difference. Don't let it get to you, don't let anyone tell you differently." I could hear the truth in my voice and hoped she could hear it to. I didn't know a lot about Makenna, hell if I knew anything about her at all. But I knew she needed a quiet but strong shoulder to lean on.

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Mak's P.O.V.

Asher drove me home after our practice and he hadn't spoken a word. I tried getting him to speak. "What's wrong Asher?" I asked.

Asher didn't look at me. "Nothing. I'm fine."

I stared at him. Sighing I leaned my head against the headrest. The radio played quietly, breaking the silence between me and Asher. "Tell me."

"I'm fine Mak. Seriously." Asher said glancing at me.

I watched him for a second. Shaking my head I got out of the car after five minutes of awkward silence and went into my house. I watched as Asher drove away and started up my stairs. I had till five o'clock to be ready, before Asher came by to pick me up and show me a surprise. Honestly, I was scared of what his surprise might be. I made it to my room and then proceeded into my bathroom to start the shower. After turning the water on I flicked my radio on and turned the volume up almost all the way. Familiar Taste of Poison by Halestorm filled my room instantly. I loved this song. I waited a few minutes, just staring at my reflection in the mirror then got in the shower.

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By the time I had gotten out of the shower and taken care of everything else I was completely dressed and ready for Asher. I started singing along to my radio as I turned on Shed Some Light by Shinedown and Halestorm. I only sang Izzy's parts, trying to match my voice to hers. I made my way downstairs and into the music room, where the song continued to play loudly. I sat down with my guitar and quietly strummed a few matching chords and singing. My phone buzzed loudly in my pocket letting me know Asher was at the door. Quietly I set my guitar down on it's stand and made my way to the front door.

Asher stood smiling as I opened the door. I could tell he had a plan in his head and something behind him.

"It only took you long enough!" Asher grinned.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Well, you're a little early." I said.

Asher shrugged. A sly smile appeared across his face. "Anyway. Makenna I want you to meet someone." Asher stepped aside and instantly my mouth dropped open.

Standing behind Asher was someone very talented. Nick Hope, lead singer and guitarist for a new band and my most favorite band called Mainstreet Shadows was there. Nick smiled. The smile reached his dark chocolate brown eyes, making them sparkle. His hair was the same length as Asher's but was a darker shade of brown than his eyes. He was maybe a few inches taller than Asher. Nick wore a black and white plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a white undershirt. His jeans had a few rips in them. Nick also wore black Converse All-stars, and a light metal dragon pendent. "Um...you're kinda staring." He chuckled.

My mouth snapped shut. "Oh, um...come on in." I said. I stepped aside letting them, my face growing warm from embarresment.

Asher shook his head chuckling. I glared at him. If looks could kill he would be dead.

"No way!" Nick exclaimed making me jump. Nick took off for my music room and stopped in front of my favorite guitar. "You have a Les Paul Traditional 1960?! Damn!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "You can play it if you want." I smiled. "That's my favorite kind of guitar."

"You've got good taste. I love these things! I want one so bad, but I'm trying to save up for one." Nick said grinning as he picked up my guitar.

I looked at Asher and without warning threw my arms around his neck and gave him a hug. "This is amazing." I said smiling.

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Sup! Hope you guys like it so far. Sorry it took so long, apparently technology doesn't like me and wants me to die. I killed my laptop keyboard and then wattpad didn't want to load all of chapter 3. I've re-written this chapter almost five times. -_-  Anyways! I pick a picture of what Nick looks like. And I'm gonna stop babbling.

*If you don't like the heat, don't start the flame!*

Keep reading! and waiting for more. :)