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At lunch, I headed to the only safe haven I knew; the band room. I wasn't the only outcast in school. Most of the band kids were also isolated from the other students. There were a couple of popular people who are total shitheads that are in the band, but they're nothing compared to the others. I walk through the door with a smile. The room is always bright and welcoming. I walked to the locker room, got my guitar and amp, and walked to the corner of the room where Brian, Trent, and Matt sat. I plugged in my guitar, Brian got on the drumset, Trent put the quad drums on his harness and Matt plugged in his bass. We rocked out for a few minutes, just doing some warm up exercises and playing some songs. "Hey guys," I heard a familiar voice say. Her voice filled me with delight. A warm chill ran down my spine, and a ghost of a smile crossed my lips for a split second. But as I turned, the usual cold filled me again. Sure enough, he was there. Andrew. Trisha hugged his arm gently as they walked up. "Hey all, what's up?" Andrew said. "Hey, what's up?" Trent said. "Not much, Andrew and I were bored, and I said 'why not come here'?" Trisha responded. Andrew laughed playfully, "Now that's not true at all," he said, "I was talking with my friends, then you pulled me by the arm over here." Andrew looked over at me. "Do you play?" he asked. I nodded. I really did not like Andrew. He was just another football jock pretending to be nice to everyone. The only reason he was cool now was because Trisha was here. "Come on, Kyle, show him what you got!" Trisha said. I looked down to my amp to adjust some knobs. It was just an excuse so I could smile. She was the only person that could make me smile. Just her and mom. I turned around, played a few chords, and then slowly started speeding up and going lower and lower down on the fretboard. I got to the cutoff of my guitar and began to wildly solo for a little bit, then I cut into a chorus from another song, and fiddled around for a little. "Yeah, something like that," I mumbled as I came to an end. Andrew smirked, "That was pretty good," he said, "Do you have a band?" he asked. "Well, we've been getting together to play for about a month now...we're working on it," Matt replied. Andrew glared at me quickly and I glared back. God, I hated him. Ever since I first met him back in second grade. He is such a dick. I can't believe Trisha is actually going out with him. The day I found out, I slapped myself four times to make sure I wasn't dreaming or anything. 

Friday came pretty fast. We all met in Trent's garage; me, Trent, Brian, Matt, Trisha, and Andrew (of course). We fiddled a bit to get warmed up, then we started playing songs. As with every time I sing, everything about Trisha seemed to call to me more. I put more passion into my headbangs, my screams, my screaming, everything. Her eyes seemed brighter, her hair seemed lighter, and her face softer. In the end, we decided to play a pain/love song I had been working on. I put extra emotion behind the words, hoping Trisha would hear it. My plans seemed to succeed. For just a moment, I thought I saw her have a look of complete astonishment as she supposedly began to understand. After we finished, we all packed up and left. On my walk back home, Trisha stopped me. "Hey, can we talk?" she asked. For a split second, I thought everything I had prayed for, hoped for, and written about in stories was coming true. "Kyle," she sighed, "You have to understand, first of all, that I'm with Andrew now." I felt like my glass heart had just been shattered. I thought I heard it crack. The candle of hope that had flickered in my dark soul had been blown out, leaving me in my own void. I felt cold. "You're a really sweet guy and all, it's just, I'm with Andrew. I'm sorry," she said. I tilted my head to face her, but I didn't look her in the eyes. She couldn't have known, my hair covered my eyes. "Hey, no worries, it's cool," I said, "It's cool," I mumbled again. "I'll see you later, then," I said, walking around her, onwards to home. I felt a cold tear trickle down my cheek as I walked. Suddenly, something jumped out the bushes and grabbed me. It was Andrew. "Hey man, I know what you're trying to do, you little shit," he growled behind gritted teeth, "Don't try it. Trisha's mine! If I see you pull another stunt like tonight again, I swear to God, I'll break your neck." I felt him tighten his grip around my neck. For a minute, I felt like telling him to do it. Tell him he'd be doing me a favor. But instead of that, I managed to gasp out, "OK man, it's cool, I'm sorry." Andrew threw me down, "The only way you'll ever get her is in your little stories and in your dreams!" with that, he turned around and walked away. I got up, brushed myself off, and walked home. I peeked through the window. Dad was awake and watching TV. He still thought I was in my room. I snuck around the house, climbed up the side wall, and through the window to my room. I sat down on my bed, and ran through what happened tonight over and over in my head. Over and over again, I saw Trisha tell me the same thing, "I'm sorry, Kyle," her voice echoed in my head with a melancholy ring. I felt cold and alone. I reached for my notebook and pen, time to add to my novel.