Hey guys! Well, this is my first story on this site. I worked hard on this, but I'm not too sure how it came out. Hope it's not too horrible. Please try not to be too hard on me! Hope you enjoy.
I sighed, slamming my locker door. I had gotten in yet another fight with my parents this morning about my future. My parents had always favored my older brother, Daniel, over me. He had just got into Harvard medical school, and they were overjoyed. They wanted me to do something practical with my life, like my brother. But all I had ever wanted to do in life was play music.
All my life, I had been a loner. No one really wanted to associate with me. I had never had many friends, the only people I ever talked to besides my family were my 3 band mates. I had learned to play guitar at a very young age, and instantly fell in love with it. I knew then that was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I separated myself from the rest of the world with my music. I liked it that way. I liked keeping to myself and letting my feelings out through my music. I carried my guitar with me everywhere. I think that was one of the reasons a lot of people kept their distance from me. Another reason would be my appearance. I was tall and well built, kind of intimidating. I had my piercing blue eyes and my shaggy dirty blonde hair, and I usually dressed all in black. People were sometimes scared of me, I think.
I turned around, hoisting my guitar case over my shoulder, and then I saw them. Abigail Hudson and Ashton Hoggart, otherwise known as the West Ridge High's resident 'It' couple. I rolled my eyes. They were holding hands, both laughing and joking. It made me sick, the way they flaunted their love around like that. But it made perfect sense that they were together, it was the typical high school cliche romance. She was pretty, and popular, and he was the captain of the hockey team. They were great together, if you liked the fluffy, no substance type romance.
Abigail tore her eyes away from Ashton for a second, and her green eyes connected with mine for a second. She just stared at me for a second, before narrowing her eyes and turning back to her boyfriend. Ashton saw me standing there, and smirked.
"Hey, Ken-dork." he said, shoving me against the lockers, making me drop my guitar case. I rolled my eyes as he and some other students in the hall laughed.
"Ashton..." Abigail scolded.
"Asshole." I muttered under my breath as I stooped down to retrieve my guitar.
"What was that, Ken-dork?" Ashton said in a mocking tone, pushing me down. "You better watch your loser mouth." he said.
"Ashton, come on. Leave him alone." Abigail pleaded desperately. But Ashton, like all thick headed jocks, ignored his girlfriend and continued beating me up. He repeatedly kicked me in the side, until the nearest teacher, Mr. Benson, the music teacher, came out and saw what was going on.
"Hey, Hoggart, break it up!" Mr. Benson called. He rushed over and pulled Ashton away from me, helping me up. "I'll have a word with you later, Ashton." he said, glaring at him.
"Yes, Mr. Benson." Ashton muttered, slipping his arm around Abigail's waist and walking off down the hallway. As they walked off, Abigail turned back to look at me. She gave me a sympathetic smile. I just looked away.
"You okay, Kendall?" Mr. Benson asked me. He wasn't like all the other teachers. He was young, around 25, and a very cool and funny teacher. And unlike most music teachers, he let us play and sing songs that we actually liked. While most teachers stuck to classical pieces, he picked out popular music, while sometimes mixing in classic rock. He was the only teacher in this place that I actually liked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, wincing in pain, holding my side. Mr. Benson looked at me, skeptically.
"You sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Alright then, I'll see you next period." he said, heading down the hall towards the music room.
I watched him leave, walking in pain towards the next set of lockers, where my band mate Carson Simmons was standing at his locker. Carson was a cool guy. He liked a lot of cool music, and had introduced me to a lot of different artists that I never would have thought to listen to before. He was a tad bit more popular then I was, but for some reason he chose to hang out with me. He was pretty much the only one who did.
Carson and I had met at work. We both work at the local grocery store, and had started talking. He had told me about how he played the bass, and I told him that I played guitar and sang. We had decided to form a band. He had found the other two members of the band, Ian, our drummer, and Jacob, our rhythm guitarist. The other two guys were okay, but I could tell they didn't like me that well. Carson was really the only guy in the band that I talked to. It was safe to say that he was my best...and only friend. He looked up from his locker when he saw me, and smiled slightly when he saw that I was in pain.
"Ashton again?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said, wincing.
"Man, that guy is the worst." Carson said, slamming his locker door shut, shouldering his book bag. I nodded. We headed down the hall towards the music room. Music was the only class the two of us had together.
"I know. He thinks just because he's the hockey captain he can get away with anything." I said bitterly. I hated how everyone worshiped Ashton, just because of how popular he was. It made me sick that everyone let him get whatever he wanted, he was a terrible person, and he didn't deserve it.
"It just comes with the title." Carson said.
We entered the room as the bell rang. Mr. Benson was sitting down at his piano, and I put my guitar in the back room with the other instruments. I took a seat on the bleachers next to Carson. We waited as the other students filed in the room.
"So, are we having band practice tonight?" I asked him. We usually had practice Carson's house. He had a basement with great acoustics, and his parents were never home, so there was no one to complain about the noise.
He shook his head. "Nope, sorry. I got a date with Olivia." he said.
Olivia Henderson was Carson's girlfriend. Another reason why Carson was cooler then me, he actually had girls wanting to be with him. I had never had a girlfriend in my life. Girls were never interested in me, and I never had the nerve to approach any of them. Carson had tried to set me up before, but I had also told him no. I would try to find a girlfriend when I was ready. If I was ever ready.
I looked to the doorway and saw Abigail Hudson making her way into the room. I sighed, looking away. I had almost forgotten that she was in this class. Her eyes found mine, and she looked at me, expression unreadable. Carson patted my shoulder.
"Alright everyone, take a seat!" Mr. Benson called out, standing up and making his way to the front of the class. I watched from the corner of my eye as Abigail sat on the in front of me. "I have a new assignment for you guys today."
He wrote the word 'Duet' on the whiteboard. I raised an eyebrow. He turned around, smiling at us. "You're going to be put into pairs, and you are doing to pick a song to perform with your partner in front of the class."
"Can we pick our partners?" someone asked.
Mr. Benson shook his head. "Nope, sorry guys. I've already paired you up."
The class groaned. I rolled my eyes. I didn't really care who I got paired with. Whoever I did get as a partner would probably just ask to get switched anyways.
"Alright, listen up guys. These are the pairs. Adam and Terri..."
"Man, I don't care who I get, as long as I don't get Adriana Morrison." Carson whispered. "She scares me!"
I chuckled. Adriana was the president of the drama club, and she could tend to be a little...intense, for lack of a better word. She dressed outrageously, and wasn't afraid to say what was exactly on her mind.
"Carson and Olivia..." Mr. Benson went on. Carson smiled, pumping his fist. I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "Adriana and Ian, Leah and Jonathan, Abigail and Kendall..."
Carson and I exchanged looks. I didn't know what to think about Abigail and I being partners. She turned around in and looked at me, giving me a small smile. I didn't return it, just looked at her until she turned around again. I had no idea who Abigail and I would work together. I didn't know what to expect.
As class ended, Abigail caught up to me as I was making my way to my locker. "Hey, Kendall." she said, tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around, taking in her green eyes, her long, silky black hair, her jeans and pink and black sweater. I raised an eyebrow.
She sighed. "I saw what happened this morning, with Ashton." she said quietly. I nodded, not really wanting to relive the memory. "I just wanted to apologize on his behalf. He's a good guy, he's not really like that." she said.
I nodded. "I accept you're apology, Abigail. But you really shouldn't have to do it for him. He should be man enough to apologize himself." I said.
She looked down at the floor. "Ashton's not the apologizing type, believe me." she whispered.
"Yeah, he's kind of an asshole." I said.
She ignored my comment. "Well, I'm really looking forward to working with you on the duet assignment." she said, looking up at me, a hopeful smile on her face.
I just nodded, stuffing my hands in my pockets. She looked at me for a moment, before sighing and heading off down the hallway towards Ashton. I watched her leave, then headed to my locker. I could hear Abigail giggling, and looked in her direction. Ashton had his arms around her waist, and she was snuggling into his chest. I rolled my eyes. I would have to put up with working with her while she gushed over Ashton and all her friends. I didn't even know if she could sing. I sighed.
Great work on the pairs, Mr. Benson.
So there it is, the first chapter! Hope it's not too bad, this is my first story, after all. Reviews are greatly appreciated! I'll try to have the next chapter up as soon as I can. I'll also try to post links on my profile to what the characters look like. Peace!