This Conspiracy

Chapter 1.

It was the vibrant red hair that first caught my attention. The new girl in class took a seat right at my left and I was amazed instantly at her beauty. My palms started to sweat and I felt myself continually staring at her from the corner of my eye. The teacher wouldn't be in the classroom until nine' o'clock, that was almost five minutes. I hoped desperately the girl would not attempt to strike conversation with me in those few minutes. I was not good at speaking with girls, especially pretty ones. Just as I was thinking this the girl tapped my shoulder, I jumped in surprise.

"Hello, my name is Hayley, I'm new in town." She smiled and I caught sight of a slight gap between her two front teeth. Strangely though, this did not take away from her beauty at all, it only made her easier to talk to, made her seem more human.

I turned to face her and stretched out my arm to shake her hand, "I'm Zac Farro," I introduced myself.

We talked all the way up until the bell rang. We mostly talked about how she moved here to Franklin Tennessee to be closer to Nashville, where she was perusing a career as a country singer. I told her about my little garage band I played in with my best friend, Taylor York, My brother, Josh and his best friend Jason Clark. My band seemed like nothing compared to her countless performances and constant meetings with record companies, yet she was so interested in my band, like it was the coolest thing in the world.

We talked even more on the bus, as it so happened she moved into the house only three away from mine. The way she talked gave me butterflies in my stomach. She was so bubbly and friendly and easy to talk to… I honestly got the urge to get down on one knee and propose to her on the spot.

"Well, I better get home before my mom gets worried." She said, breaking my ridiculous train of thought. I realized we had been standing at our bus stop so long it was nearly dark.

I cleared my throat, embarrassed about my thoughts of proposing to her and nodded in agreement. We said our good byes and walked to our homes.

As I took a step into my house I heard the familiar sounds of all my brothers and sisters and the dogs and the television and guitars and any other thing that could possibly make noise. Although I was used to the noise I sort of wished I had stayed outside so I could think about Hayley in peace.

I shared a room with my older brother Josh. As I walked into our room he was there, guitar in hands, playing one of our band's songs.

"Hey Zac, how was school?" He asked half-interested.

"It was okay I guess." I replied.

"I saw you talking to that new girl on the bus," Josh teased, "You in love?"

I felt myself blush but denied it and took a seat behind my drum set to play along with Josh.