Chapter Thirteen
"Squib, please stop bouncing the ball off the wall." Sebastien groaned as he flipped through the pages of the new issue of Sports Illustrated.
"Fine." Squib grumbled letting the ball bounce one last time. He turned onto his stomach on top of his bed and began to stare at Sebastien.
"What?"
"I just can't picture you playing guitar." Squib mocked
"You'll see in a few more days, I'm sure I'm much better than you."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Sure is." Squib mentally kicked himself, he had no idea how to play guitar and soon the mystery of his 'guitar lessons' would be revealed, and Sebastien was facing a similar problem.
"You know what I believe you, no need for a challenge. I'll just see how much you suck on Friday." That's right, Furlong, play it smooth.
"Actually I don't think I'll be playing on Friday."
"And why not? Megan's already booked you and everything, you can't back out now."
"I'm not backing out!"
"Yes you are."
"Look, my, um, err, drummer is busy."
"Sure, Seb, whatever you say."
"Uh, Squib. Can I tell you something, but you have to swear not to tell ANYONE."
"Yeah, yeah, what is it."
Sebastien didn't want to tell Squib his secret but Cody was his friend and he didn't trust Jake at all and it was about time he stop hiding behind his secret, afterall Squib was supposed to be his best friend and his financial status shouldn't be issue. "I'm not really who you think I am. My dad works at Arnie's, he's not some rich ambassador and whenever I leave school grounds it's too go help him at the restaurant so that we could pay rent." There he said it.