On Every Road

We Accept the Love We Think We Deserve

Some parts of this chapter is inspired by my very own personal experience. Welcome to a little bit of a sneak peek into my life, guys. HAHA. And as always, enjoy reading! :)

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Before leaving Theater Arts class, Mrs. Callaghan spoke to us about the upcoming schedule of practices. We had the Monday, Wednesday, and Friday schedule. Which was better than the Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday schedule since I personally don't want to go to school on Saturdays and neither did any of my classmates. We had till December to get ready and finalize everything for our show before we leave for Christmas break the day after. We get to our General History class and I sit beside Collin. Our teacher, Mr. Brown, insisted that we listen to him an agree with his seating plan, so I'm front and center. 

I set my bag on the table and slump on my seat. "Good morning, Diandra." Collin smiles at me.

"Hey, good morning." I smile back and whip out my text book, turning to the French Revolution page that we were going to discuss later on in class. Like I said, I am very interested in this class, so I had no problem staying in front. Logan, on the other hand, was sitting all the way at the back beside Jessica Miller. 

"I heard you were chosen as Helen of Troy. Congratulations." He pats my back.

"Thanks, Collin. Why aren't we classmates in Theater Arts though?" I peel my eyes away from the book.

He made a fake vomiting noise. "I hate acting, it's either Theater Arts or join the marching band, so I'd rather play a cymbal or a triangle than act."

I nod my head. "So, what do you play in the marching band?"

"Trumpet." He looks at his text book as Mr. Brown enters the class.

"Good morning, students." His deep voice echoes the classroom.

"Awesome. I guess blowing is easy for you, huh?" I look at Collin and immediately realize what I just said. My eyes widen and he cracks up in silent laughter. "It wasn't supposed to come off like that." I whisper and lay my head on the table. I look at Collin and he was cracking up and turning red. 

He finally regains composure and sits up straight, I do the same. I feel in the pocket of my jeans and I remembered the note that Logan gave me during our audition. I open it, making sure Collin isn't paying attention and look at the crumpled paper. In Logan's half messy, half neat handwriting it wrote: You are the only one I promise the stars. 

I know this song, it was lyrics from Promise the Stars by We the Kings. I didn't know he was a fan, neither do I know what does it mean. I turn around quickly and look at him. He smiles and does a little wave, Jessica looks at me and makes a disgusted look. I turn back to the front and pay attention to Mr. Brown talking about how important the revolution was and how it would have affected the present day if people were not brave enough to stand up for what they believed in. Before I knew it, class is done and it's finally lunch. Collin, Logan, and I walk to the cafeteria.

I wait for Logan and Collin in our table, along with Zari, Zara, and Jake. They all congratulate me on being Helen and congratulate Logan as well. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at home, to save time lining up for my food. "Diandra, you have plans on Friday night?" Jake asks me, munching on his pasta.

"Uhmm.. Not that I know of. Why?"

"There's a party at our house, maybe you want to come with." He looks at me and I purse my lips.

"I'll think about it, I might come if I know people there." I shrug.

"Logan's going." He looks at Logan, who now had a surprised expression on his face. Jake widens his eyes a bit at Logan and looks back at me.