𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ♚ 𝐥.𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

22 - larceny and vandilsm do not compare

"Fuck this, I'm joining a band." Lyla groaned, slamming her laptop shut and tossing it to the edge of the bed. The girl had been attempting to write her philosophy essay for the last three hours to pass-time, she was trying to ease her never for her later plans with Luke.

He did not ask for her number– neither did Lyla give him her number. And she did not know if Luke will be picking her up, or when he'll be picking her up.

"Joining a band?" Calum questioned, "Can you even sing?"

"No, but I do know how to play the drums," Lyla told. Leaving the two boys in shock.

They insisted on being present when Lyla would be going off with Luke, Calum and Michael planned out their speech for when the blond will arrive at the front door to pick up Lyla.

"You play the drums?" Michael echoed, just as surprised as Calum. Lyla had never mentioned anything about what she did her free time, only up until two months ago did, they find out that the girl could draw. "Since when?"

She shrugged, "Since the tenth grade."

"Oh!" Maria perked up, "Did you guys know that in our senior year Lyla was actually in a band."

The memory has been buried in the depths of both of the girls' mind. It seemed like an insignificant moment as the group lasted about a week. After one cover, Lyla realized how exceptionally rude and stuck up all the members were, so she left.

Both boys gasped, "What!" Michael yelled, "You were in a band? And you never told us?"

"You guys never asked," she responded. "Besides, it only lasted a week, I could not stand being around a bunch of dickheads." Lyla shuddered, the thought of her sticking around was a subject that has been contemplated many times before.

The group went on to be quite successful, they never found another drummer, but that never stopped their fame from growing. Some said that Lyla ditching the small group was the worst decision of her life, though she begged to differ. The girl will never choose to have misery and fame over friends and mild happiness.

"Holy shit Lyla," Calum said, "what else are you keeping from us?"

A question Lyla couldn't answer, simply because there are many things that she hasn't told them– or anyone for the matter. Most were little stories; others were big and brought massive shock to those who found out, and there was a reason why she kept those stories private.

"Oh," Maria laughed, "there's a lot you don't know." Her best friend has many sides to the exterior she perceives, in a way, that is how Lyla got away with many things. Nobody ever guesses that the quiet girl in class who people assumed was 'goth' for wearing black could ever be responsible for half the things that she did.

"Oh, like what?" Michael said. He was stunned and refused to believe that Lyla was capable of doing anything bad.

Maria was about to answer when a knock at the door cut her off. Lylas heart instantly started racing. Should she change out of her jeans and into leggings? Was she overdressed? Brushing everything aside, Lyla jumped up from her spot on the bed and rushed to the door before anyone else could, grabbing the black jacket draped across the chair.

She pulled open the door quite swiftly, her eyes landing on the tall blond waiting. "Hi," she breathed. Lyla wasn't certain– when or if Luke would come to get her but got ready anyway just in case he would. Their structure and planning were a mess, yet they still managed to figure it out despite the faults.

"Hi," he responded. His lips turning up in the tiniest hint of a smile.

"Alrighty," Calum said. Walking up next to Lyla and gently moving her to the side to make space for Michael, "You should have expected this to happen." Standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the frame as his eyes scanning one of his best friends.