The Rebel

Chapter 18

- Trevor -

There was this decision.

I decided about the break up.

It's depressing, yes. So depressing. I love her so much so I need to set her free. I know it's not easy especially for her. But I need to let her go.

"Excuse me, can you please fix the wirings of the equalizer for the recording?" Gracelyn asked me.

"Sure." I said.

She nodded to me and go back at the room. I bent down my knees so I can locate the direction of the lines for the equalizer, tuner and amplifier.

"Okay, it's done." I stood up and quickly looked at my side. I quickly walked a little backward when I saw Becca's face inches away from mine.

"Hey, uh.. Becca. I didn't notice you." I stammered.

"Are you okay? You seem so pale?" She walked forward and cupped my face as she speaks. I quickly moved my face away from her touch before she make a move to kiss me.

"I'm f-fine. Thank you for your concern." I said. She just smiled at me and hold my hand. To me, I was caught off guard by the sudden action.

"If you need anything, I am here. Okay?" She softly said and she kissed my cheeks.

She went back to her seat and put fixed something on her laptop.

I wiped the kiss from my cheeks and put on my headset. I'm trying to focus.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus!

This is my first experience of helping a band record their own music.

The band started to play and I am listening quietly while doing a light head bang and snapping my fingers.

"Gray, the bass." I told her and she raised it a little.

"More, please." I said and she nervously raised the bass again.

After an hour of recording, the band was done. I started to pack my things and I suddenly dropped my phone. The screen illuminated and it was us, me and Alexa. I still remember the event. We were having an over night swimming with some of her highschool friends.

I slip my phone in my pocket and shook my head, trying to just focus on what should happen.

I felt a hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. It's Becca again.

"Becca, what do you want?" I annoyingly asked.

"Trevor, I'm just trying to keep you cool. You're so worried about your relationship with your spoiled brat girlfriend." She groaned.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Stop touching me." I swat her hands and she looked at me.

"Trevor, I'll tell you. I'm a better girlfriend than her." She said.

"You know what, Becca? I barely know you because we've been working together for months and we barely see each other everyday. I don't even know your full name. So please, stop bothering me. Okay?" I snapped her out and walked out with my backpack.

I feel her following me until I reach my car and then she hold my hand again.

"Becca, please!" I shouted.

"Trevor, I'm sorry." She said.

"Get the fuck away from me! God dammit!" I angrily shouted.

"I'm trying to help you!" She shouted back.