A/N I wrote this one shot a while ago and I decided to post it here. I hope you all like it!
Picture of Noelle's character to the side ------>
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Waiting for Yesterday
Noelle’s Pov
Ever since I moved to this school I have been a social outcast; I just don’t belong. I’m not a cheerleader and I don’t play sports. Music is my thing. I also love scene hair and dyeing my hair crazy colors. Currently I have pink hair.
“Watch where you’re going freak show.” A cheerleader said and shoved me into the locker.
I had gotten used to this horrible treatment and I use these circumstances to write music. You can almost always find me in the music room; whether I’m writing music or singing to karaoke tracks. During study hall, I went into the music room to let out my frustration and anger at those who refuse to accept me as I am. I sat at the piano and started playing one of my favorite Paramore songs.
“When I was younger I saw, my daddy cry, and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart---” I saw someone standing in the doorway watching me from my peripheral vision.
From the person’s body structure, I could tell that it was a guy. He looked like one of the people that takes pleasure in my pain. I swear I saw him smile. He probably was thinking of ways to humiliate me later. I sat there and completely ignored him. After a few minutes I turned around and he was gone. I continued to play my music and when the class was over, I went to lunch.
“Hey little freaky bitch, whatcha doin? Trying to practice witch craft?” A football player asked me and wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Let me get through.” I said.
“Aw, the little mutant wants to get to lunch.” He smacked the books in my hands, and everything that I was carrying fell and was scattered all over the hallway. He shoved me back into a locker and a searing pain shot through my head.
I bit my lip and attempted to hold back my tears. They were not worth my tears. But I am most certainly not changing for anyone. After everyone was out of the hallway and in lunch, I kneeled down onto the floor, and tried to gather all of my belongings. I couldn’t help it; a few tears escaped and slid down my cheeks. How can people be so horrible?
“Can I help you?” A voice asked. I looked up and saw the same guy who was watching me in the music room earlier. I flinched and braced my back against the locker.
“Leave me alone.”
“I won’t hurt you.” He kneeled down across from me.
“You’re lying.”
“No Noelle, I don’t lie.”
“How the Hell do you know my name? I thought I was freak show or freaky bitch.”
“You’re right, I don’t know your name. But I heard you singing earlier, and you have the voice of an angel. So that is what I’m going to call you.”
“That is my name.” I frowned and kept picking up my stuff. “What is your name?”
“David, David Archuleta.”
“I would say nice to meet you, but you’re probably going to turn on me in hmm let’s see, a few minutes. So bye and have a nice life with a perfect little cheerleader and have perfect little cheerleader and football jerk babies after you two get married in a freaking cookie cutter church.” I gathered everything else and stood up. He lightly took my wrist.
“Noelle, are really treated so badly that you have to put up a wall like this?” David looked at me with kind brown eyes. I turned away.
“You have no idea.”
“Well, from now on, I will always be here for you.”
“I’ll give it two minutes.”
“I’m not like those other guys. I’m a musician too.”
“Sing. Right now.”
“You and me, all alone girl. What’s going on, would you tell me what’s wrong. It’s like you’re locked up in your own world. Oh-oh with nothing to say. You keep me guessing but I see in your eyes. He made you promises but gave you lies. You’re shutting down cuz you’re so sure that I’ll be another mistake. I know that he left you in pieces. You know that I won’t be that way. I’m not gonna treat you like he did. Oh-oh whatever it takes. You think history is repeating. You keep on pushing me away. Oh but nothing gonna change. Waiting for Yesterday.” He sang to me. I couldn’t believe my ears. I placed my stuff on the floor and gave him a hug.
“Thank you.” I whispered.
“For what?”
“Understanding music like I do.”
“I’ll admit it Noelle, I’ve always liked you. I never had the confidence to tell you.” He leaned down and kissed me.
“What are you going to do now? I’m nothing at this school, and you are a football player. You’ll become like me if anyone sees us.”
“I quit the team.”
“You what?”
“After I heard you singing, I decided to follow a music career. I’m even thinking about trying out on American Idol next year.”
“What do we do now? We have to go into the cafeteria.”
“We’ll face every obstacle that we come to. Together.” He took my hand and he opened the door. We walked into the room together, hand-in-hand. You could hear a pin drop.
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