He's In A Band

Chapter 3: "Ms. Depression."

A/N

Hey guys! So I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time, I logged out of my account and then I lost my password! It was so scary!

Anyways, just letting you know in the story Kellin is still sort of the same age as he is now, but his band isn't at all as popular as it is now. I'll explain more throughout the story! Also in case you didn't know the picture on the side (if you're on a mobile device it's above.) but that's Kellin.

I hope you like the story! Thanks guys!

Alex's POV:

I stood at my locker and sighed as I thought of Kelli- I mean Mr. Bostwick, in the suit he had worn yesterday. I know, cliché right? A girl daydreaming about her hot music teacher. SO cliché.

Whatever, I can still think he's cute.

But I still found that really weird that he is allowing me to call him by his first name. I thought to myself. "Well he is pretty young." "And he is pretty laid back and cool." He probably just doesn't care.. Maybe this teaching thing is just a side thing to pay the rent?

I chuckled to myself as I walked to my first class of the day.

I practically ignored my small group of friends throughout the day, I couldn't keep my mind off of music class. What was a thinking? Sure Mr. Bostwick was cute, but that was that. I couldn't get any other type of "feelings" for him. I mean seriously he's my teacher! And how old is he anyways? Why would he care about a student? I was overthinking things like always. I huffed and pulled my backpack over my shoulder trying to calm myself down as I walked to lunch.

All my friends talked about normal things like BOYS in OUR GRADE, not TEACHERS who were too old for us. I sighed as they ate their lunch and happily gossiped and smiled at each other. I suddenly wasn't very hungry. I need to stay skinny.

As I walked to music class. I shifted my bracelets nervously as I walked into the classroom. Today thankfully I wasn't late. I sat down in my seat and looked down at my arm shamefully. I had flushed all my blades in the summer, my best friend since kindergarten, Jessie, had killed herself that summer. Despite all the pain and the grieving, I had decided I owed it to her to flush all of them. Since the summer I had not cut. And I hoped for it to stay that way. I was snapped out of my trance as Jenny tapped her fake French manicured nails on my desk. "So. Ms. Depression, how's your life been since your little bestie offed herself?" She hissed. Tears brimmed my eyes as I stared into her wicked soul. Why is she doing this? I thought gripping my wrist. "Fuck off." I said weakly as I let a tear slide down my cheek. She chuckled as she walked to her seat. Mr. Bostwick entered the room and smiled at the class. I looked down and tried to hide my face. "Alright everyone, get out a notebook or some sort of paper and write 2-5 sentences on what music is to you." He stared around the room, observing everyone at work. I kept my head down and slightly looked up at him with my eyes. He narrowed his eyebrows quizzically at me looking concerned. He could probably see me crying. He probably thought I was a loser. Why would he care.

He walked over to my desk and bent over slightly just so he could whisper to me. "Are you okay?" He said sympathetically.

"I'm fine." Those words uttered were what everyone said when they were dealing with depression. At one point in their life everyone had lied about being "fine". In this case it was always me who lied.

His eyes changed, almost... Disappointment?

Did he know I was lying?

'Well obviously idiot! You're crying!' I mentally screamed at myself.

"Come with me." He said simply.

I sniffled and awkwardly got up from my seat and followed him out the door. I looked back and glanced at Jenny who had a annoyed look on her face. Just as I was about to look away she lifted her wrist and dragged her finger across it, staring at me intently. My stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster and I felt like crying even more. How worse could all of this get?