A/n: That's the guy who plays Haden singing the song I make him sing in this chapter😉.Romance isn't dead in my books💀. High key wishing I posted this on chapter eighteen since the song is 18.... get it?
*winks with both eyes*
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"Make our hands one hand. Make our hearts one heart. Make of our vows one last vow. Only death will part us now." - West Side Story
The short break I had quickly ended, and soon we were back in to school. People looked at me weirdly, but for the first time, they actually had a legit reason to look at me this way. The big bandage over my forehead drew a lot of attention and to be quite honest, it was quite embarrassing.
Haden suggested me painting it the color of my skin but I think that would only make it look weirder. I'd look like an extra on the walking dead if I did that.
I tried to brush my hair so I could cover part of the hideous white patch on my head, but it failed effortlessly. I probably looked like I belonged in an insane asylum, but at this point, I just didn't even care.
Autumn called me freaking out last night because she and Haden were apparently going to be the first group to do their projects. They'd finished in a nick of time, and it was a miracle they did.
I was almost embarrassed for them. I had no idea what either one of them were doing but Derek had his money on a sex tape.
"I mean, how creative do you really think they are?", he said, "creative sexually, but that's about it."
My feet thumped on the hallway floor as I walked to the lunch room, my notebook pressed to my chest. I'd worked so hard on the project I was doing for Derek and I could only hope he loved it.
Nerves were starting to settle in the pit of my stomach and I was trying to not freak the fuck out. I didn't understand why teachers made us do stuff like this anyways. It just seemed so unimportant.
I heard grunting and saw Haden trying to shove a guitar in his locker. He looked pissed.
"What are you doing?" I question, approaching him with one of my hands in my pocket and he only frowns even more while taking a look at his situation.
"I can't get my fucking guitar in the locker. I was storing it in coaches room but that's half way across the school."
He sighs disappointedly as if his world was ending. He was being almost as dramatic as Autumn and I smirked at him deviously.
"What do you need a guitar for anyways, Haden?"
My smirk only widens when he starts to blush, scratching the back of his neck.
"I-I-," he swallows, "none of your business. Just help me figure out a solution, you're supposed to be smart." He snaps finally, shooting me a glare while I laugh at him.
