TMPR Band

Chapter 05.

Tessica Kingleysh's POV.

I opened the notification with the gut feeling of something's gonna blast. It was a new message from the community.

TMC - Have you set your account up? If you need help, let us know! Thank you!

They are so thoughtful. I replied without thinking more. As I already made my discord account, I totally forgot to tell them. Eh-

Me - Ah yes! I'm done setting my account. So, can you send me the link for the server?

I glanced at my phone for a few minutes, but there was no reply again. So, I changed my focus back into studying the rest. My eyes were heavy after a long, tiring day, but my parents weren't the best when it comes to grades. I silently kept murmuring motivational stuff to keep my eyes open.

The next day, I woke up from the alarm and got ready for school with no arguments with myself. Today was the history test, so I got ready with some comfy clothes. The large black hoodie and the jeans helped me a bit, I guess. I walked in front of the mirror to see my own image, with a glimpse of sadness. I touched my necklace memorizing the events with him. My only best friend. If he was still here, a lot would've changed. He would have listened to my complaints, my rants..... I miss you so much and wish you were here.

"You will get no chance to skip breakfast Tessica! Get yourself here!" My mother yelled, bringing me back to reality. I blinked back the tears that were almost about to fall. 

I got my bag and phone as I running downstairs. My messy bun finally did some good, and that good is no sweaty hair strands, after running. That might help me survive throughout the day.

"Good morning mom, serve me please. I need to go soon". I talked to her in my best manners, hoping she will let me go easily.

"Good morning sweetie!" My father's voice chirped with much energy as ever. I warmly smiled at him and concentrated on the bread in front of me. After eating them slice by slice, I kissed my father goodbye and waved my mother.

A new notification from Wattpad. Click to open.

I clicked the notification, and it was a message from the community. I was on my way to the locker when someone removed my scrunchie on my hair. Turning back I saw the devil himself.

"Why do you keep wearing them? I don't like them. Plus they don't look that good on you" My eyes clouded with tears. Savash was the worst boy that I'd ever seen. Not his looks, but his qualities. But Rash, my bestie. He loved everyone's styles. No matter what it was. He loved everyone around him. Vise versa, everyone loved him. My life was pretty fucked up.

"I wear what I want. Your brother won't be much happy if he heard what you just said." I took his hand in mine and wiggled the scrunchie out of his hand. My hair was all over the place, I had to comb it by my hand and pull it back into a messy bun. The devil was looking at me with various emotions running through his mind. His eyes were so similar to his brother. Aka my best friend. I can read them all day long, and maybe my whole life. But not his, his brother's.

"I know.." He looked at the ground. I know what he is going to say. We've gone there once, trust me it's not a good position to stay. We both get hurt at last.

"I don't want to listen to anything you are about to say, leave me alone. Please." My face gave him a blank expression, and I turned back to the locker. I took my books and turned to go, but wishing that Savash might still be here. For my wonder, he really has left me alone. Everything happens for a reason.