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 might be crazy Have I told you lately that I love you? You're the only reason that I'm not afraid to fly And it's crazy that someone could change me Now no matter what it is I have to do, I'm not afraid to try And you need to know that you're the reason why." —You're the Reason by Victoria Justice
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| LANCE |
"Oh, my gods! I won! This is so surreal!" exclaimed Mackenzie in happiness, resulting in the rest of the class and Ms. Herron to give her odd looks.
I just rolled my eyes. Ms. Herron had given us back our graded test papers, and I couldn't believe I had two mistakes!
I'd asked Mackenzie what her score was, and she'd told me she only had one mistake.
Klunk.
But before I could've hidden my paper, she'd had the chance to look at my grade.
I banged my head on the desk, which didn't hurt, because what was painful for me wasn't getting a perfect score on my first trigo exam. I felt like Sherlock Holmes when Irene Adler had outsmarted him.
Defeated. Neglected. Hurt. Betrayed. Depressed.
And what do computer geeks type on the keyboard whenever they're frustrated? "Asdfghjkl"?
Yes. That, too.
Why had I forgotten to write a negative sign on my final answer for the numbers twenty-three and forty-eight?
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I kept muttering to myself while Mackenzie was humming a victory song.
Ms. Herron looked back and forth between the two of us, clearly baffled. "Is everything all right, Ms. Adams, Mr. Collins?"
"No," I bluntly said, wanting to furiously throw my test paper into a trash can.
"Of course, Ms. Herron," Mackenzie said jovially, and two guys literally fainted. "Everything's all right. And I'm so sorry for my sudden outburst. It's just that I got a higher grade than Lance!" She gave a one-hundred-watt grin, showing her pearly white teeth.
Someone in the front row shouted, "My eyes!"
Note to Mackenzie's fanboys: Bring your sunglasses every day and wear them whenever she grins.
"For Pete's sake, Mackenzie, you did not have to announce it to the whole class," I grumbled, shooting daggers at her.
"Why? Are you embarrassed that you lost to a girl, Lance?" she asked innocently.
Yes, I wanted to say, but didn't bother to answer her preposterous question out loud. Instead, I said flatly, "You must have studied for weeks."
