The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Twelve - Too cheesy for your own good ❤

❤ Chapter Twelve - Too cheesy for your own good ❤

The day after the last day - does that make sense? - was the day that I introduced Katie to Hari. We hung out at the same coffee shop as before. At first, there was a lot of awkward tension, but due to Katie's bubble personality and Hari's easy attitude, the three of us actually had a pretty good time chatting.

Hari told us that he was home-schooled, and that he was going to college early the next year and Katie told Hari all about Blake -- Goldman, I mean.

"Blake Goldman?" Hari asked.

"Yeah, I know what your thinking, but he is not the same Blake as the one in Kansas," I replied. Katie just gave me a look while Hari nodded and listened to Katie tell him about how we got chosen as partners for music class and all that horrible stuff.

Hari told us that he had just moved into our town at the beginning of the school year, and that his parents were always migrating. Katie then started talking about this story she had about her dance class.

I turned my attention back to the notebook that was laid on the table in front of me. There was a pencil in my hand, but nothing on the paper. I needed to write a song. I had to get back on track.

SUMMER DAYS DRAGGING AWAY, ALL OF MY TIME GONE.

OH THE HAZE THAT I USED TO

That was all I could write.

"Piper's thinking of joining this singing competition," Katie was telling Hari. It was true.

"Really? When?" Hari eagerly asked. Today was Tuesday, and the deadline for signing up and stuff was today at 5:00 p.m since competition was this Saturday.

I shrugged. "I'm not even sure if I'm going," I said.

"But you have to, P! You're so talented and you haven't been doing anything productive lately, no offense!" Katie exclaimed. I sighed.

The competition wasn't a big deal. It was just another one of the lame amateur competitions that they hosted in our town. We just had to sign up, rehearse on our own, show up on Saturday, sing, and then hopefully win a decent prize.

It wasn't like it was my life's dream to win the stinking competition!

"It's not like the competition is all that big of a deal," I told them.

"But still!" Katie insisted. I looked at her bright green eyes and the puppy-dog face she was making and I finally gave in.

"Fine, fine!" I said. She and Hari cheered and clapped as all of the other customers shot us weird looks and glares. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was actually already four o'clock.

"We need to hurry, then. The deadline for signing up is at five." Together, we gathered our belongings and exited the cafe. I lead the way to where we had to sign up and waited in line.

My phone puzzled suddenly, revealing a text from an unknown number that read: I can see you ;)

Talk about creepy stalkers...

I whirled my head around but didn't see anything. Wait a second...

There it was. A pair of dark jeans, a dark blue three-fourth sleeve shirt, and dark disheveled hair. I quirked an eyebrow and rolled my eyes.

Blake started walking towards me, and I kept my eyes trained on him while he did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hari asking Katie something, and Katie pointed to Blake and whispered something into Hari's ear. Blake had his hands in his pockets the whole time, and his intense blue gaze never left mine.