The School Q meets the Ice K

Chapter 2: A Day in the Club Room

A/N: Once again, i'm sorry for the very late posting. I have no excuse. But here is it: The chapter two and it's on Kai's point of view!! yey! 

Everyone, please meet the rest of the band (you would know who i meant if you read the overview, so to those who haven't just go at my profile!).

Anyway, could anyone suggest who could play Kai? Description: Tall, dark haired and blue eyes. i'll dedicate the next chapter to someone whose suggestion i  like. 

Thank you in advance!

BTW, i would like to dedicate this chapter to mrrochester98. The first ever to comment on the first chapter. Thank you girl!

And thank you for those who read, commented, voted and put this story on their library. And for those who waited for this chapter, again, im sorry for the long wait and thank you for your patience!

-MMH

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Chapter Two: A Day in the Club Room

Khyzer

                I was still humming a song as I entered the music room (or our ‘headquarters’ as the twins put it). I still couldn’t get the tune out of my head since I’ve heard it. I smiled when I remember the events this morning. That girl has one hell of vocal cords. I stopped my humming when I saw my friends lounging and doing absolutely nothing.

                Avery was having another date with the room’s mirror, making as much eye contact as possible with it while dusting off invisible dust on his uniform.

                Nico was again reading a book in alien language. The guy really, really needs to come back and live on Earth and not off it.

                The other-half of the evil twins, Ezekiel maybe, was sitting on the window sill and playing with a rubber band, bored out of his mind no doubt.

                And Caleb was leaning against the wall writing on his ever reliable clipboard, spouting off nonsense. I caught the words ‘not enough money’, ‘next gig’ and ‘idiotic members’.

                Not for the first time, I wondered why I was friends with this lot.

                I shook my head and sat on one of the couches. I grabbed Nico’s guitar while thinking about the song I heard, I strummed the strings but still couldn’t get it right. Maybe practice would help. I chuckled when I remembered the writings on the mirror.

                “I might be hearing things,” Ezekiel murmured on my right. And I had absolutely no idea of how could he move so quietly. “Or I just heard you chuckle.”

                “I am sure you are hearing things,” I answered him.

                “Now I’m sure you chuckled,” he said it like it was one sort of a miracle.

                “Shut up, Ezekiel.”

                The guy smirked. “I’m not Ezekiel.”

                “Yeah, right.”

                “I’m telling you, I’m not Kiel,” he said. “Alexiel, remember? The twin of Ezekiel? The drummer of this band? Ring a bell?”