Chapter Four:
Bone's perspective
After the two girls walked away, we decided we’d find our own way there. “We seriously should probably be nicer to them.” I said to my brother.
“Why? We don’t know them.” He said, still looking for the music room.
We finally found it after 10 minutes of looking. “You do realize we could have asked for a map..” I said to Ian. He turned towards me with a glare, I shrugged.
“Just sayin.” I smirked and walked into the room ahead of him walking towards the drums, while Ian walked to the guitar.
This was the only place we could play. Our parents disapproved of the kind of music we liked to make, so they banned it.
Ian started strumming a few chords, I just went along with it. That is how we made our songs, we just started playing randomly attuned to each others every move.
We played until the bell rang for lunch. Ian quickly put the guitar on the stand, while I jumped up. We both snuck out of the room heading for the cafeteria.
I walked to an empty table, sitting on it. Ian took a seat by me.
Ian sighed, “Don’t look now but here they come.” He stated.
“What the heck is your problem?” Blaze and Fallen said in unison, they glared at each other then turned back to us.
“Our problem? We could ask you the same question.” I glared.
“Why don’t you have food?” Blaze asked me.
“Hmm.. Not hungry. Why don’t you?” I asked with a glare. Ian smirked taking a bite out of his apple.
“We’re talking to you. We can’t eat and talk.” Blaze said crossing her arms.
“Ian can do it. Watch.” I said.
“Yer. I can talk and eat.” Ian said his mouth full.
They rolled their eyes and walked off, grumbling stuff under their breath.
“I see you are making nice with the school’s double trouble wrist cutter sluts.” Some guy I have never met before said. He had short blonde hair. I thought he was bald at first because of how light it was. He was wearing a letterman jacket (So stereotypical right?) and baggy jeans.
What they said made me glare. I had some odd feeling I couldn’t let these guys bag on these girls that we have just met.
“And now it seems I’m being forced to be acquainted with the school’s F- man whore.” I snapped. This finally made Ian stop chewing his apple to realize what was going on.
