Chapter 6
Finally
My phone continued to ring. “Damn it” I mumbled. I turned around in my bed, blindly searching for my phone. My hand found its way around what seemed like my glasses. I heard a distinct snapping sound before sitting upright in a panic. I grabbed my glasses and shoved them on my face. I saw my headphones on the bedside table, two parts, one on the floor and one dangling off edge. “Noooo” I screamed shaking my head madly. No, no, my headphones didn’t just break, nope, they aren’t broken, no, this has to be a mistake, no, no. Needless to say, after being “escorted” out of the set yesterday, walking home in the pounding rain and accidentally walking into the guys’ bathroom, my headphones breaking struck a nerve. I continued to mumble to myself, denying the fact that one of my most precious possessions had just broken. My alarm clock screen flashed showing the time as 8.15 a.m. I glanced at my phone, which had long stopped ringing. I picked it up and dialed the miscall number. The conversation basically went something like this:
Aoife: Hello?
Me: Hey Aoife, did you call?
Aoife: Yeah, just wondering how the ol’ singing was going
Me: Grinding? On who? What?
Aoife: Not Grinding! S-I-N-G-I-N-G
Me: Oh, why didn’t you just say so?
Aoife: Uh, *frustrated grunt* but no seriously, how was it?
Me: Brilliant! Besides that fact that I got kicked out before I could meet Francis.
By then sarcasm had delicately coated my voice. I told Aoife about my encounter with Josh. “But you love Josh!” Aoife pleaded.
“Uh-huh, I’m pretty sure that was before he acted like an ass. I mean he didn’t believe I was going to record a song with Francis. He thought I wanted an autograph. An Autograph! How the fuck was I supposed to get into the compound without someone telling me the password? It’s common sense!” I said my voice was dripping in venom.
“You could of hacked into the system?” she asked.
“Not helpful, he’s a dickhead,” I snarled into the microphone. I wasn’t loud but Aoife still heard me.
“Skye – ” Aoife started.
“Don’t ‘Skye’ me. I’m tired, it’s early and I’ve really had enough of this shit” and I hung up.
*Time Skip*
It was twilight and I sat with a book on a deserted hill. The view was perfect; the old architecture of the college was clearly noticeable up here. I traced the air with my finger, outlining the design. It was officially one of the worst days of my life. The lecture with Professor Saunters went on for forever and he continued to treat me like crap. I was fuming when the bell rang. I grabbed the first I saw which, ironically, was ‘The Hunger Games’. Usually I would be glued into the world of Panem but instead I just sat and thought. Thought about how life was a hormonal and unstable teen that ruins every amazing opportunity that opens up for me.
My phone buzzed. I picked it up wearily and held it to my ear. “Hey” I said.
“Get your butt down here and into my car”
